Normal people who sing with crazy people.

It turns out that I underestimated your acting.

A proud little woman.

I won't let you go. You are a supporting role after all.

I don't lack so-called men.

Let's give up our love.

The lonely rebirth of tobacco wandering at the fingertips

Why should women be mean to themselves?

Xiao Xin Qing triste

There is a kind of indifference and perfunctory.

Perceptual maturity

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I hate indecision in my bones.

If it's not yours, you'll never get it. It's your own. You'll never get away.

He told me that men are proud, vain and selfish.

Without mistress, who will witness your shameless happiness?

If the world is lonely, you can lend me a hug and give me warmth. I am willing to repay your company with the rest of my life.

If life is desolate, you just smile and go ahead safely, and I will follow you everywhere.

Who cares if the sky is barren or old?

Give me a complete lie.

I hate the feeling that I can do it with or without me.

When the tears dry, does the heart stop hurting?

Habits are easy to form and break.

I'd rather have never met you.

Then I wouldn't care so much about you.

Several times, peach blossoms set each other off, soft smoke turned red, and I woke up with a melancholy old dream.

Personal description:

First, it's best not to meet each other, so as not to fall in love.

Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.

Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other.

Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.

Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other.

Sixth, it is best not to meet in this way.

Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes.

Eighth, it is best not to agree, so you can not continue.

Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together.

Tenth, it is best not to meet, so you can not meet.

But as soon as we met, we knew each other. Why not meet?

Andrew and your strategy will never teach lovesickness.

Who is the peach blossom in spring?

Look back at who I met.

To whom is a little truth given?

Who buried the tears with a flower hoe?

Who did you send to the end of the world?

Who did you send a fish book to?

Who did you miss with the curtain of dreams?

Who was sent by frost, rain and snow overnight?

When Jiang Yi Yue Ming looked back, who disappeared?

Who gets drunk when a glass of turbid wine meets?

Who is obsessed with deep voices?

Who is a kind of lovesickness and leisure sorrow for?

Laughter is me, sadness is me, love is me, hate is me, pain is me, I can't give up, I have always been a one-man show ... and he sat on the sidelines and smiled slightly.