Who can send me some pictures drawn on my fingers, preferably those of lovers,

None of us are bad boys. Just made some fake fair-weather friends. ? None of us are bad boys. Please don't label us as "problem of juvenile" for unnecessary charges. ? None of us are bad boys. We are just making a foil for you, setting off your modesty and steadiness. ? The road is still there tomorrow. We are still striding forward. Because we have dreams and expectations, we will work hard.

I will think of you every time it rains; Every time I miss you, my heart hurts; ? Wet mood? I also remembered the sadness forgotten in the corner, and the pain fluctuated in my chest instantly. ? The rain is cold and wet my soul, so I can't escape the arrival of the tilting plate. Hold an umbrella. It was too late to find out! A person is wet with sadness in the rain, and once again feels the cold and painful release of heartbreak.