Rhyming sand sculpture copywriting of laughing people to death

Rhyming sand sculpture copywriting of laughing people to death

Watch your watch in class. When it's time to eat, run and run.

High ground falling crystal explosion, just ranking, low-key low-key

I suggest you have a drink. If you call me ugly, I'll leave.

Wise after the event, like a pig before.

If a good horse doesn't turn back, I will turn around.

Baby is long, baby is short, baby is short of money, it doesn't matter.

You have your poems and distance, and I have my laziness and arrogance.

It's a pity that 1.7 meters has abdominal muscles and no girlfriend.

You're fine. I don't deserve it After goodbye, next.