Flowers are poisonous. Bitter poison. The bone penetrated into the heart. My heart is getting colder.

Walking in a bustling and lonely place is more noticeable.

Inadvertently, I forgot how to be happy.

I don't know the beginning, but I am passionate about it. '

There is no existence in the bottom of my heart.

Life is like a play, but we are all actors. The only difference is the role.

I think I can find you no matter how long it takes.

Everything we've been through. It's just that the ending of the story is too sad.

How to retain. Stop the torture. How to raise it. You can be lonely.

Parting is only short-lived and gives you the greatest happiness.

Because there is no one in my heart, no one is the problem.

The night remembers that I miss you and hides.

Time is like a hay cutter, cutting off the retreat.

We are like fallen leaves, and we don't know where we will go. ..

You smell of her perfume, which makes me uncomfortable.

Our destiny is not to allow others to disturb us.

Later, the rain seemed to be playing the piano, which was beautiful and painful.

Many times/a big hug and a promise.