The door was closed with a bang. After that, the door was silent, and the door was silent. The days were shaking down. The sunshine was so busy that I didn’t pay attention to the dust and rain which choked my throat. Only a piece of residual cloud stuck on the branch fell with it.
Short moments, long forever. So, how far is it forever? People are on the journey, many things, many scenery, and many stories are constantly deduced. There are always some people worth cherishing; There are always some things worth touching; There are always some scenery worth recalling. The roles of these journeys are musical symbols in