Dreamers torture love.

Prison love holds you in the palm of your hand

It turns out that I am just a stubborn milk tea boy.

∞ Paranoia: Girls snicker. Who can love who for life? "

Sigh that I can love you all my life "for you, perform classics."

You are my classic, and I give you the most sacred love.

I feel desperate. I am lonely without you.

Without me, you are a lonely social youth.

Bold flower girl, who are you to me,

I, who is who, broke my heart for you.

I can't let go of a real man until tears come to my eyes.

I'm willing to stay for you,

Time won't stop for me, you can't give me what I want.

I can't afford what you want. Write with your right hand.

My left eye is crying. A person in the same pain.

7? 1 the same woman, my love has gone far, you make up,

Your heart is gone, I will cherish it. When things shake.

When love has expired. The detachment of manzhu shahua

Datura's smile cannot say goodbye.

Goodbye is also a tear. The sun doesn't understand the ups and downs of the moon-

I don't understand the depth of the night during the day-my insistence is satirized by you.

My waiting was deeply moved by your pallor,

It's raining, your posture

What you like is not as attractive as Xiao Si.

There is no such thing as a mistress. I regard you as my life.

Fan, I regard you as my life. This feeling is not shallow.

The scenery is beautiful, and sunshine is better than luxury.

Low-key is also a mode. For me. N 1 is very important.

I am very important to you; Mine is only.

M my only one, eternity.

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Chinese music style # #

# # Wahaha sogou is very violent-

Baidu is very gentle-London roses are everywhere in Paris.

Iris in Paris blooms all over London at night//I exist for n 1

Naye //n 1 exists for me, my dear stubborn person. yttrium (Y)

My dear paranoid. The most beautiful dependence of Zrx is not always holding/

The best lingering is not hugging tightly/if I become a memory,

Will you forget me? Feelings are lost over time,

We lost to reality. Maturity is given by pressure,

Temperament is money, love? The seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

Love? It's not that I don't love you.

Love is you. Give you the tenderness of the whole city

I hate being misunderstood when I'm in love with a half-life displacement.

But the more you explain, the more painful it is.

☆ The green blouse warms the spring sun, not to quarrel, but to turn around.

Love is hugging and holding hands.

Hey, hey, hey, get old.

Grow old and like to come and go.

Wandering between life and death-extreme pain/sadness

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