I'm tired.
My spirit has been stolen by the moonlight.
Empty yet fond of (^__^)... Hehe, after laughing, I feel dazed, vacant.
Smiling, the muscles in my face are also moving, I feel it's a bit wasteful, at least a waste of expression. If it's not a waste, then let's attribute it to feeling guilty.
The street vendors display cute fruits that I don't want to eat, I swear, I just want to help shout, sell fruits, fresh fruits, come buy.
I shouted, my voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the street was looking at me, don't worry, I left them with my back.
This street is bright again.
The streetlights are on duty, I stand guard. The flying insects say,
I chat with the streetlight, keep an eye on the people for me, you say.
The flying insect told a cold joke.
However,
The streetlight burst out laughing.
I entered the police station.
Wearing slippers, it's an art, because Lazy Sheep is on the shoes, a decoration. Just a bit reluctant to part with them.
My best friend bought Red Wolf, as a result, mine also turned into Gray Wolf.
What I like the most is drawing a circle to curse you.
Lazy Sheep.