We can't play God, unless we sacrifice ourselves. Who says, anything is better than nothing. Who knows, the price of that anything. We can't change the past. Then how can we change the future? Coz what we will have tomorrow, all depends on what happened yes...
给艾德林的诗:
陈宗浩:
siyo:
始羚:
新京报书评周刊:
普通人:
不许吃糖zhe:
咯咯精:
bychance: