; from each other.
I was born before you were born, but when you were born, I was already old.
Turning butterflies to find flowers, and perching grasses at night.
night.
The moon hides shyly in the clouds,
Attic 6-5 on the rooftop of the 5th floor of Hope Community,
Two upright naked whites,
The man skillfully kisses the pink lips of the woman,
kissed so deeply and furiously,
The woman's breath began to be disturbed,
Dizzy, panting,