那是我的黄金时代，一切都如此美好，无穷无尽的活力，似乎无数故事等着去书写，回首却只是一次次插肩而过。
Life as poem, Death beyond water!
To Live, It means to be sick of a long time.
Life as poem, Death beyond water!
To Live, It means to be sick of a long time.
那是我的黄金时代，一切都如此美好，无穷无尽的活力，似乎无数故事等着去书写，回首却只是一次次插肩而过。
