"He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest; My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good."
整天都在饭困:121.77.182.242
看完最后一集再去b站点开第一集,才明白海报上那句he's tired of running circles 亦有所指
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