Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
author：A promise of a thousand gold 889
Watch the sunset
The evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
After goodbye, how many times will we meet? The blood-stained sky and the evening breeze rises. The water and sky meet the bosom friend, and the coral color becomes a companion.
Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
Watching the sunset and the evening breeze is blowing, the willows are still clinging, and the good medicine is bitter and pungent. Talking to himself and walking alone, every sentence is sad.
