Raise your glasses, my shoe friends.

Looking down on the elevator room, the cars are like shoes, there are running shoes, doll shoes, slippers, and pickup shoes.
When not blocked, people without shoes envy the freedom of people wearing shoes; when the world is blocked, people wearing shoes envy the freedom of people without shoes.
I remember ten years ago, everyone was shoe-less, but suddenly the world has moved to shoe love.
In order to wear shoes, you need to have a lottery, even if you wear broken shoes.
If you have shoes, you can’t just wear them, you have to travel with one or two numbers, and you have to put your stinky feet out every other day to get some air.
The most interesting thing is that the fast shoes like to listen to CDs, shaking people, shaking money, shaking the territory.
I haven’t heard from you in years, my boys and girls.
Raise your glasses, my shoe friends.