Chapter 21 heard music late at night

It must be your finger again, flicking, In the middle of the night, dense sadness. I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks, listen The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night. A voice that passes through my heart, so bleak I understand, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her pattern, too weak It is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in the dream, you and me Let's pull the string of hope together.