Four walls. Don’t make a home. The real home breathes. It breaks, it creaks. It’s in the beating heart of a lover. Or the memory of my mother. It’s in each footstep. It can’t be bought. It must be built. It’s never just four walls. | 句子喵，分享触动人心的美妙句子，带有句子的图片壁纸，带有句子的桌面壁纸，带有句子的手机壁纸。
