In the afternoon, Brother Guoqiang rode a motorcycle to take me to see a few landmarks, I felt very safe in the back seat, first, I was very confident in Brother Guoqiang, and secondly, Brother Qiang always had the greatest enthusiasm, in my eyes he was the god of war.

However, I forgot that Guoqiang said that the god of war in his eyes is me, not why, because I am the god of war. Who can be called a god of war?

I'm not a god of war, the god of war in my eyes is not afraid of anything. I'm afraid I don't love you enough, I'm afraid you'll grow old, I'm afraid you don't care about me at all, I'm afraid you're unhappy, I'm afraid you're beautiful alone.

The woman's stroking of the piano is faint, the sound of the piano has long stopped, the woman's deep memory has been far away, on the long suspension bridge, the woman's steps are happy, the green mountains and green waters are carefree, and the woman's steps are like dancing lightly.

The woman locked her eyebrows, the sea reflected the handsome him, the woman smiled, the fragrant world was formed, the woman fell into a dream, and spit softly: "It's you, it's you, I can't forget you." ”

The woman closed her eyes, her affectionate hands had already plucked the strings, and then the woman couldn't help singing: "The moonlight is vast, the people are vast, the vast, the world is valuing, the sea of people is dazed, the days are passing in a trance, until one day I meet you, and the heart has the most sincere understanding," but ah!

The woman opened her eyes, her tone changed, her eyebrows raised, and her thoughts went to the deepest place. The god of war, who had exhausted his skills, met the woman and became a couple, and after a good time, the god of war recovered bit by bit, the god of war was silent, and he saw the war between heaven and earth, and finally resolutely left the woman, and the god of war guarded the world and fought until death.

"I want to look good but people go to the empty building, and my face is also worried. Whether to intercede or love will be heavy after all, and it is destined to be white-headed.

However, the wind comes to tease the pain that has been healed again, and it is inevitable to look back frequently, but love is still browning and wanting to leave, who will I send my dream to?

I can't do without missing, I can't go back to the past, I was left in the world by you, my heart is buried in the past, my love is buried in tears, laughing at my love for you!

I would rather wake up from a dream and be tormented, only to see a thin face, do you say that you will be teary-eyed after all? "Love You" Wan Fang sings" (to be continued......)