he used to ask me to write down every details about us. and i always dream that when i got old and enjoy my leisure, i will write our legend with my might-not-good eyes and shivering hands. In our first half of life, we work together for our house and there is our colorful last-half-life. I will wait for this. Years later, my di
diaryhe once told me to take a record ofall things between ourselves, and i wished when i was old enough to enjoy a vacant life, i can write down our own legend with my bad eye
