A little man who wants to be quiet but restless
◆ The next year, just for a glimpse of the beautiful scenery.
The bustling world can't render my heart.
▓. Face the reality of this cruel era with a wry smile.
Lonely street, very quiet. "
A farewell smile, seeing the prosperity of the world.
Autumn wind and clear water are remembering Jiangnan's feelings. ↗
Youth should not rely too much on love.
Tears flooded our two worlds.
Memories warm my loneliness.
Those hypocrites who pass through the pupil
Blow away the remaining oppression in the left chest
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I love you enough. ゝ
Breathing out of control, I can't smell you.
Time flies ゛ lifts a trace of attachment.
Whose vow is to bury a cherry blossom a season?
If you can be happy, who can interpret sadness?
◆ ◇ ╮ Erase the bitter memories of corners of the mouth.
Tell me in black and white that I love you.
I miss you beyond words.
I have nothing to do with the troubles of this world.
╭ The change of the glitz of Provence
I didn't mean to miss your tenderness.
That summer, we forgot to say goodbye.
Sing a little love song to keep you at the end of the season.
You have become my only belief, "
Unscrupulous youth has lost its soul
Words cannot express my feelings.
Goodbye, Tokyo Tower in your shadow,
Memories are about to become the past.
Holding my heart, I feel a little distressed.
Your smile seduced my students.
St Peter's bell rang my heart.
My heart is cold, and it finally hurts.
Remember your heart and the people who love you.
_ 1. Heart [beautiful curtain call]
It hurts the years. Who fell in love with whom?
Those false sunlight pass through the pupil.
The story of separation is "full of disappointment"
Smoky, intoxicated by nicotine
Hypocrisy explains the prosperity of the night
Who can understand the pain in my heart?
╭ӡBitter and decadence hide sadness.
I tried to change it, but unfortunately it didn't work.
√ That love seems cruel but true.
Doraemon is obsessed with money.
I miss the smell of your perfume.
I'm Wangwang. You wait for me there.
You are hurt in the desolate landscape.
You go to the wild-I'll wait for you where I am.
_■□ The only ヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽヽ in the pupil.
Loneliness in Paris at night
Look down on everything, look back, cold-blooded.
Close your eyes, breathe and listen to that unscrupulous smile.
Read your smell under the neon lights.
The left ear is wrapped in a sad melody.
Your name is engraved on cigarette butts.
Prosperity is gone-still waiting for you.
㊐゛゛゛゛ゝ㋇ゝ
Yesterday's thoughts/tears poured down.
Laugh at yourself, your hypocritical and clear face.
Who has a beautiful back in the Paris Tower?
You lit up my gray past.
Enjoy the triviality and mediocrity of life.
Reluctant to go-
Emphasize the dialogue between you and me.
Turn around and you'll be forever.
▲ I beg for your gentle residue.
Our story is to be continued.
The sunshine at the fingertips wasted the years.
Life is blurred. I am extravagant.
| ▍ Slowly forgot the grief I gave.
"A lingering elegant joke about a piece of paper.
The most beautiful trace is called memory.
Burn smoke scars, just to sacrifice beauty.
Personality signature.
Memories emerge, unforgettable traces, so hard to forget it.
I'd rather be sweat on my eyebrows than tears under my eyelashes.
Every scene I have walked through is a memory, and every song I have heard is once.
Those relationships that promise not to break up may only exist in novels.
Every photo we touch reminds us of the sadness we can't forget.
How many times in my life are too late, and a casual abandonment has narrowed the distance between us.
Thank you for giving me irreplaceable pain.
Take a look at the prosperity of the world, read a paragraph of incense, listen to a love song and find a beautiful Sanskrit song.
It turns out that this tangled world has nothing to do with my existence and never needs to be remembered.
The continuous raindrops outside the window, but I bowed my head and cried, I don't know where to start.
Maybe you always thought that just saying sorry could make up for all the mistakes and anxiety.
Can't stand the test of love, why take the promise so lightly.
I don't know if I should stop, but I feel sad and pretend to be helpless.
If you are not sure about the vicissitudes of the world, don't be reckless and unrestrained.