I can only burn out a name, where are the two of us going?

Holding hands is a life of heaven and earth.

What is there to cherish about the homeless man’s lack of luxury love?

If we are brothers in this life, there will be no next life.

I will miss you again in the next life.

Every night, every night when it rains, I think of you

We are brothers in this life and this life

I will miss you again in the next life and the next. The song of the sea

Floating here and there, echoes in the darkness

lazy river

Every night, every night when it rains, I think of you

Brothers are walking

Ahao

Qi Hao, the second brother who left us when we were in high school,
Chapter completed!