A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind, with neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish for yet another summer, yet another winter.
He‘s done for. But the way you look at me哎who could say no to Jack "虽然我barely know him虽然他家听起来messedup But I have a feeling." 哎真好 deja本来不讨喜的在最后一个big speech里most ppl dont win but randall u won twice. 哎最后一首hold ur head up high催泪弹了 希望大家都好好的