Every time the sun is in front of me, my china eyes do close to its smallest opening as possible. And I seems like a sleeping zombie walking on the road.
Whispering "a flower will face back on you." And I did.
Every time the sun is in front of me, my china eyes do close to its smallest opening as possible. And I seems like a sleeping zombie walking on the road.
Whispering "a flower will face back on you." And I did.