The sand is held up in both hands, but it slips away through the fingers. The sun filters through leafy trees onto the ground of forest, just like the sunshine dances. The little brook flows, without a stop for rest. The hourglass continues to roll over and over on the desk. Has the fairy flapped her wings for 365 times already? Blossoms and withers the flowers. Comes and goes four seasons.
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2023-02-28
好看(♥∀♥)
2023-02-28
漂亮
2023-03-01
十个lo娘九个富
2023-02-28
lo娘表示激动