At that time, the person who fell in love with the right person was very close at home.

Heart to heart, trust each other, spend each other at the end of the month.

Love in every way, wish each other infatuation, a wisp of soul of alliance.

Inner happiness, no regrets, attachment to * * * together, meet every day, condolences.

Planting flowers with all my heart will only arouse hatred and blame bora bora for causing waves.

Once broken, the love of the alliance is gone now, and it is not allowed to continue.

The air is filled with love, but it's a pity that they all turn hate into waste and abandon love and infatuation.

I hate my heart too much, only sigh, and my old love is like a dream, and I can't find it again after it dissipates.

Don't look for it after it dissipates.