**the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero. Right and wrong success or failure turned around empty. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes.** - Upscaled by <@982503415651377184> (fast)
the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero. Right and wrong success or failure turned around empty. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns. Whitehaired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes.