Winter 2016: A cold hutong house, Plastic bags full of baozi, Root beer and cats. I'll never be as pure As your confused eyes That night, when I cried For her – but I kissed you.
Winter 2016: A cold hutong house, Plastic bags full of baozi, Root beer and cats. I'll never be as pure As your confused eyes That night, when I cried For her – but I kissed you.