Dear, one hundred days, one hundred days and nights, no day is not thinking about my dregs. I want to eat, I want to sleep, I want to go to the bathroom ... Can't help but want to be dear? Have you eaten sleep well? Tired today? Sometimes I deliberately keep myself busy, thinking that this will not be too sad, but I still ca n’t help but turn on the phone, and then turn it off, I just want to be 100% sure whether my family's slag has found me, thinking that I'm not willing to hide in the phone again see me. Just like waking up every day, the first person and the first thing that comes to my mind is definitely dregs, telling myself that I have a dear company today, a happy and happy day. In Guru's heart, the dregs are the best and the best. Whoever says that the dregs has flesh and blood, I'm in a hurry with anyone, and I think it's perfect.
One hundred days, not long, but Guru provokes a lot of dear anger, these "embellishments" should not be, "Sorry, dear; dear, sorry". Guru is not the best, even worse, but it is certain that Guru is the most loved dregs in this life. Guru gives you a bully for life, willing, but once Guru is not around, if you are not good to yourself, take care of yourself, once you let I know, it ’s terrible, so you have to be obedient, but you have to be obedient, or you ’re grumpy and your ass blooms, and you do n’t show mercy, do n’t believe it, I know my dear, do n’t believe it, hey.
Every day the sun rises, it feels that my dear is one step closer to me, the closer and warmer, I radiate all the heat, just to guide the baby into my arms, then there will be no cold, some just warm, Until the day when I no longer glow and heat, the day when my body is cold, and then use my remaining heat to warm my dear feet.