And the development of this story is just as painful as our so-called adolescence. (The pain that the eggs start to grow and we don't know what to do)
15 years old, what are we doing when we are 15 years old? Have we been a savior? Admirer? Or deliberately pretending to be mature and skilled at picking up girls and then showing off their naivety everywhere? I don't remember, I don't remember what I did, whether I liked people, whether I was a hero, the past is like 6 miles under the sea and never sees the light of day.
Are we also at a loss when things start to change? Or never care, let everything go with time, I don't know. Now I'm so lost that I've lost my brilliance, the waves are surging, what's under the 6 miles of seabed? I love you as deep as 6 miles of the sea
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