However, when we decide to go alone, all the curses and betrayals are left behind. We can smile stubbornly and cry sadly, but we still move on.

Come on, let's make a decision, curse.

Memories-Memories are poisonous.

Goodbye-maybe never.

Memories.-memories. Sorry.-sorry.

Although the sky is cloudy, it will still be blue. Clouds will still come and go smartly. Time will eventually feather into a gorgeous butterfly, scattering dazzling phosphorus powder on the earth.

The haze lingers, but it is still embarrassing after all. Clouds and iridium are ancient and unique. Eventually the swallowtail butterfly will emerge and be dazzled.

The tide rushes to the ancient shore, and summer connects the next summer. What do you like? The heavy rain swept through the village in the hot sun and flooded the next summer. What do you like? Skip the green spring, the sad autumn honeysuckle and the greener summer next year. You appeared in front of me again. Eyebrows droop. Turn around and take away the rain from the whole city. Then turn around and bring back the colorful snow. The thunder of wheat jointing rumbled through the earth. You splashed ink on the broken words in the corner, so you rendered a summer without ups and downs. Come next year. Next year. But I haven't waited for a crying summer solstice. A summer solstice that never comes all year round.

When there is a flood, what is it ? Uh-huh. Hey, what's it like? What time? Rain pad in the village as soon as possible, rain pad in the village. ? Uh-huh. Hey, what's it like? Let's take the green route. Let's go, take the green route. Now is my time. Eyebrows droop. 啭啭 ① The whole? ? It is raining. There is a lot of money in it. Mai Babatai. Thunder rumbled and rolled in? Moo. "No", "No", "No" and "No". There are ups and downs. Come on, come on. But what about Lei Cheng and so on? ? Break the silence. It's okay at last.

Those foggy and noisy years in every corner of the city. The reeds germinate in turn and then die gradually. The wings hastily covered the sky. There is nothing more to say. Cast the shadow of the tide along the road. Darkness engulfed tens of billions of planets like the tide. Sunflowers are dying on a large scale. Migratory birds were sent to the funeral in droves. Black hair dyed white. The snow was dyed black. Dyed black during the day. The night was dyed white. The world is upside down, left and right, up and down, black and white.

Hey? Fog is noisy, the city cerium is every? ? Fall into 123988 years old. Reed sprouted along the ridge and gradually died. The wings were hastily covered. Let's guess first. Cast shadows along the road. Is that right? ? Hey? ? . Hey, sunflower? Go to hell. There are crowds of people delivering dirty clothes. This is a waste of time. That's a good idea. This is a wonderful place. At night, cesium is abundant. ߂޴޵޵޵丅丅丅丅丅丅.

Those flowers recorded by clouds,

Those clouds decorated with flowers,

In this endless long summer, it has become a dry season in the wilderness.

Zebras and antelopes migrate between groups of sand dunes,

The silent floating grass that jointing on the water every year,

All the lives that left were marked with bright red by the last season's Phoenix Flower.

Ten years later, the vast sea of people knows each other.

Who said that,

Those who leave,

About leaving,

Come back one day,

Go the way you used to go,

Sing the songs I used to sing,

Love the person you once loved,

Go ahead and never mention hatred again.

Those legends have been passed down from generation to generation,

Covered with sunset glow, like the proudest hero.

The dark god who leads people through tragedy,

Died on the dry river bed before the next rainy season.

Reed burned to ashes and scattered into the blue sky.

Those clouds are recorded, and those clouds are open, open. What are these? ? I am full of drought and fear. Zebra and antelope pretended to migrate to the top of Sheng Group, floated silently and pulled out, and left. Who said anything about "Lai"? Those who leave のс, leave のр and finally "come as soon as possible". Those legends are wandering around, covered with sunset glow and pride. Who led you to break through the plot and died? ? The rain dried up, dried up. Reed is burning, reed is spreading.

Those hurried summers disrupted the migration of birds.

The world is dark for a moment, and then everywhere for a moment.

The faceless god in the sky sang an elegy arm in arm.

Thunder deep in the clouds threw the fire all over the sky.

Only the original shepherd boy was left, and he still stood quietly in the depths of the forest.

Still standing on the hill playing the flute, blowing the dusk long.

We cry or laugh, get up or sit, and it is bright or dark in the middle of the night.

Those silk threads of fate give off cold light.

No matter how far you look, you can't see the end of the silk thread Who is the poor puppet?

And you, with bright spring scenery,

Scatter a thousand summers at will,

A thousand flowers,

A thousand lakes,

A thousand reed marshes sing songs of forgiveness,

Then, then the world was calm again.

Flowers and plants repeat the cycle of the four seasons,

The sun begins to rise and set in cycles.

Nobody remembers,

Who is the priest,

Who is the singer who sings this poem?

Those who rush back and forth and migrate in a hurry. It was dark in an instant, and the smoke spread everywhere in an instant. The crowd sang an elegy with their hands. Those clouds rumbled down. What was the first time? ? Shepherd's student, I am in the forest. Iridium makes a flute, and the spring breeze blows. Cry at night, wake up, see clearly and look at your eyes. Those silk threads are in the air. Look at that silk thread. Who is it? ? I feel sorry for you. Now, with a beautiful photo, I spread the words "޵" and "޵" and "޵" at will? Bo, a thousand? ? In the reed swamp, we sang a song of forgiveness, then we met, and then we met again. When the wheels began to tremble, the male pair began to fluctuate cyclically. Who is the priest and who is the singer of this poem?

Everyone will always live in the abyss of self, just like this blue planet. People will die like stubble, but its rotation never needs emotion.

Yes One day we will all grow old and die.

Happiness, perhaps, is the ultimate symbol after all, and it can't bring relief.

When we are alone, there will be some things and some people that make us feel silent and sad, but we have no regrets.

Some things, some people, remind us of our eyes, which are as strong as death, and we are still thinking about it.

Very, very old wind in the sky.

I don't know when, I have disappeared into people's memory.

I wonder if anyone will remember me. Miss. Sadness.

When I was young, I lamented my rebellion and stubbornness.

Now, however, when the indelible face is standing in front of the mirror, there are dark circles under the eyes.

I still think those are beautiful-

Those childhood loves are the purest love.

Those childhood dreams are the cleanest dreams.

It seems that I have never satisfied my present situation at any stage.

Leave no trace of happiness.

Many things, the past is the past.

A lot of things will never be seen again after goodbye.

I have always been self-righteous, and I have gradually lost the ability to want what I want.

Or let yourself lose the past.

-just like those pure and clean things in Youth.

As the days and nights go by.

I'm thinking, after many years, I recall the numbness and fatigue now.

Will it also be a kind of beauty?

Hehe, have fun.

Every one? ? のち恠洎涐のののの? ? Just like stubble, but very touching, but very emotional. Why not die for ①? ? Finally, I will take away some feelings, some feelings and leave me alone. Old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old. ? Get up. Pregnant. Hurt. ト乜ののののはさのど12393, as if I were talking about it? ? At the stage, there is no trace of the status quo, even if there is no trace. No, no, no,no. I've been thinking and thinking. I am tired, and now I feel tired. Hey hey hey.

One hand is holding his heartbeat, and the other hand is holding the lost days.

Keep telling yourself to pay attention to everything around you.

Everyone, every piece.

What ... memory or dream, which will be more real?

You all left at once, and the world suddenly became silent.

Only those gray-white pictures are repeated in an intricate and disorderly way.

I really don't know if this is a memory or if I have been deceiving myself with dreams.

No one can tell me whether I am sincere or not.

Only a sudden figure, even the smile is no longer clear.

I think this is a dream.

When I wake up, I will be fine.

(1) hold your hand to jump, and (1) hold your hand to hold your hand. ? Hey, each one 1? ? What ... What happened? ? Is it more realistic? They left with a bang, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling.

Things have changed, and things have changed. When we are in the prime of life, we grow into boys and girls who have passed the flower season, and our hearts have different feelings. Year after year, you are no longer who you used to be, and I am no longer who I used to be. Summer is summer, long, but it will never end. The summer solstice in memory will never come.

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Everyone has an angel who has been guarding him. If this angel thinks your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will become someone around you, quietly appear in your life, spend a short happy time with you, and then quietly leave. Then you will have good memories in your life. Even if your future road is full of thorns, you can still be brave when you think of those happy things.

Every 1? ? Hey, hey? ? (1) to protect the ambassador. This? ? It makes me feel sad. It's hard for me to feel sad. ? No, no, no, no, no, no ... I don't know, even if I don't know.

That boy taught me to grow up, and that girl taught me to love.

They used to appear in my life.

Then disappear.

However, I don't believe they are angels.

They are the most common boys and girls in the world.

So I have been waiting under the camphor tree.

Because I believe they will come back one day.

Come back to me and teach me more.

So what? ? What happened to the baby? ? ㄝㄝ🐰٣噌俓ㇶ恠涐の㊹ロ㇩㇩1277721