It was the same night, the letter paper is spreaded ,my pen sliped following my inner feeling.
It was the same night, the letter paper is spreaded ,my pen sliped following my inner feeling.
也是这样一个有着洁净月色的晚上，我铺开信纸，我的笔尖是随着感觉滑动的。
It was the same night, the letter paper is spreaded ,my pen sliped following my inner feeling.
也是这样一个有着洁净月色的晚上，我铺开信纸，我的笔尖是随着感觉滑动的。