All this, because love

Because of love, there is always an expectation.Because of love, there is always a dedication.Because of love, there is always a touch of sorrow.  Love, hate obscure, too hard Acacia.  Xinshou Nian Hua, flower without a word.Is wandering around in the bushes under a Melancholy, powder shake hairpin get, like, etc. of hope for thousands of years.Mo […]