C80 I Feel Sorry for Him
She was like a bird, she just happened to hit a hunter in the muzzle, she wanted to go over and beg for forgiveness, don't point the gun at me, I wanted to fly, but she didn't dare, she was afraid that if she walked over, the hunter would fire, and the sunset was hanging not far from the window in the small building, the big red, like a large blood navel, a knife, it was sure to bleed bright red