2. The first love, though rarely comes to fruition in reality, is a flower that never fades in memory, just like a painting. If you enjoy it at a proper distance, even if its color is very light, it feels the best.
3. If you shed tears, it is my face that is wet; If you are sad, it is my heart that suffers.
4. Don't trust promises too much. Commitment is the pine cone produced by time. Although the pine cone is wonderful, who can guarantee that it will not be knocked down by the season?
The drizzle is missing you. In the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, we sow the seeds of friendship and pray for a better tomorrow.
6. We constantly walk out of loneliness and join the crowd, but we find that loneliness is still behind us, and it is never far away.
If you look back at that night, you will see two lines of tears on a proud girl's face.
8. I have loved and hated for a long time, and what I can't change is always those melancholy eyes.
Walking in the drizzle, what the weak shoulders can't bear is the sadness of this world. Holding a broken kite, they shed tears silently. Why do they flow again?
I have scattered my long hair, but I have no choice but to look back on the past, relying on my dreams to see the ebb and flow of the tide, and sighing about the years.
You silently hold up an umbrella for me. What is exposed is your shoulder wet by rain, and my heart can't help crying.
Looking back suddenly, the dream remains the same, and the feeling remains the same.
9. I thought life would go on like that, indifferent and calm, but why should I turn back?
10. When you and I are silent, I am used to the cold. I can accept your answer with a smile. I know that you can't learn to be handsome unless you have never felt the feeling of waiting for someone.
1 1. How many years have passed through your fingers, how many memories have been wet in the autumn rain, how many joys have solidified in the dust, and how many past events have drifted in the breeze. What I present to you is a quiet scenery, which belongs to the four seasons and will never fade.
12. It was the first good mood story that I thought it was hard to give up. After that, I found that I was wrong. In fact, what I really care about in my heart is the final result.
13. I thought I had hidden you in a yellow memory. Who knows, the gentle silver bell has aroused my yearning mood again, and I want to bless you countless times with beautiful weaving.