C1092 S class i'm not an s class anymore

The poem "Destiny's Three Lives" had moved the hearts of countless people. Who knew how many people had been drunk on it and cried uncontrollably. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, you will be the one to survive in the morning. The lyrics were beautiful, the voice was even more beautiful, so beautiful that it was suffocating, and it made one's heart ache. Perhaps