The dream is gone and I am tired.
Loneliness dissipated until three o'clock.
Prosperity is exhausted until the eyes are light and tender as water.
ヮヮヮ bright and gorgeous smile.
ヮヮ' s hair is dancing in the wind.
ヮヮ All kinds of clothes.
ヮ drifting atrium.
ヮ almost frozen tenderness has an ending called destiny takes a hand,
There is a kind of heartache called endless,
There is a style called going your own way,
There is a single, called "lack is better than abuse".
There is an emotion called enough is enough,
There is a kind of missing that makes you depressed, and the confusion reflected in your eyes is hard to tell.
The beauty reflected by water waves is beyond words.
The smile reflected in the moonlight is hard to erase.
The time reflected in the fireworks is irreparable. I can't touch your vicissitudes.
I can't feel your haggard heart.
Can't warm your wound, | ▍
Can't make up for your beautiful dream |▍
Can't cross your lost feelings |▍ Close your eyes and listen to the world from every angle.
Lose one's voice/shout and touch every note
Panic tearing nightmares messy ups and downs of life new york infatuated with your tenderness.
I have your shallow voice echoing in the left bank of Paris.
London's messy hair has your temperature.
Finnish dressing gown smells like you, staring at you. ...
Staring at you. ...
Everyone looks at you in fear. ...
Naughty naughty, laughing at you ...
Surprise, surprise, looking at you ...
Scare you, scare you, scare you. The moon is full tonight.
Today's raindrops are hard.
Today's sunshine is very fierce.
The flowers are very beautiful this year. Relying on that love,
The memory of that love,
Deduct that love,
Sing that love,
Forget that love,
Cherish that love,
Miss that love,
Silently in love with that love, a insistence that originally belonged to me.
A kind of innocence that originally belonged to me.
An exaggeration that belongs to my initial memory. I once paid homage to my youth.
Once strong enough to worship my bluff.
I was once bound to show my respect for my dependence.
ゆ, Queen Su Yan.
ゆ, the heart is death.
ゆ blushed.
ゆ, brown pupils are lovely. Bubble bubble, bubble gum spring ...
Summer of cotton, cotton and flower sugar
In the wonderful winter, lines are not things.
The mood of flowers without flowers.
The entanglement of family and white memory makes me addicted.
The afternoon sunshine makes people sleepy.
Scattered souls are nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a big drama ended with a sigh.
Look at a bunch of flowers indifferently.
Looking back sadly, miss cece. Please pay attention to happiness.
Fairy princess, please avoid sadness.
Yue Yue Queen, please dry your tears. I feel puzzling, Janssen heart better.
Somehow mulberry heart ordered it to be frozen.
Inexplicable freezing makes me feel so lost.
Inexplicable loss makes you sad.
Inexplicably sad mulberry leaves you speechless.
Inexplicably speechless, let you be so silent. Woman. Unique reserved style
Woman. Unique gentle style
Woman. Unique domineering style
Woman. Unique international model er evokes the soul (▲)2ou 1
Dusty (▲)2ou 1
The thorn in my heart (▲)2ou 1
Temperature pupil (▲)2ou 1
Charming eyes (▲)2ou 1
Hesitate (▲)2ou 1
Diane eyebrow (▲)2ou 1
Brown pupil (▲)2ou 1 understands the mind without words.
Don't say but understand.
Don't say but know how to love.
Don't ask, but understand
I don't know, but I forgot.
Know how to wait unconsciously.
Don't laugh but know how to be warm.
I don't love but I know dreams.
Not crazy, but know how to leave.
Not abusive, but knows how to pull.
Don't make trouble, but know how to cry. Do not love love.
Don't fall in love.
Don't make trouble in Jessica Hester Hsuan.
Don't jump around.
Don't be lonely.
Don't fall in love too much. Sorry time
Sorry, Nianhua
Regretful past
Sad years
Traces of sadness
Sorry, countercurrent
Sorry about the red eyes ||
Poetry ||| Tomb ||
Loneliness | Red Rose | ら. Rose
Black rose. Rose
Blue rose. Rose
Purple rose. Rose
Pink rose. Rose
White roses. Roses hold your smile.
Hold back your tears.
Hold〃 ""Your naivety.
Hold down ? "your unruly.
Holding "your sadness.
hold \247; "Your stubbornness.
Keep your innocence. Your smile is too stiff.
You shed too many tears.
Your arrogance is ugly.
You are too narcissistic.
Your rudeness is too dazzling.
Your tenderness is too expensive and endless.
An indelible dependence
‖ Youth gets its hands on years \
Sadness plays up the fleeting time.
Time is full of thorns.
Glitz falls on your shoulders
Cry Me A Sad River
Happiness is written into poetry.
Parting aggravated the pain.
‖ Smile to hide pain ‖ Give you peace and sweetness.
Give you quiet memories
Give you a smile-like happiness.
Give you a charming lady's silence.
Give you sweet happiness
The original nice screen name you, give me a mess.
You, give me a dog.
You, give me a bird man.
You, give me a table ╰D 1an Who betrayed whom?
Who believes who?
Who violated who?
Who remembers who?
☆d 1an Who recalled who said I was obscene?
The chairman said I was a man.
The chairman called me evil.
The chairman said I was dirty.
The chairman said I was wobbly.
The chairman called me mean.
The chairman called me shameless.
The chairman said I was dirty.
The chairman said I was sinister.
The chairman said I was cunning enough to lock up the past.
Close the heartbroken heart.
Described the lethality of dusk.
Tear the warm sunshine.
Singing false simplicity.
I won't let go of your hand after paying tribute to the tenderness that floats by.
I won't forget your words.
I won't lose your smile.
I will not melt your beauty.
I will not give up your heart.
Hello, I won't forget a few diamonds in the corner of my eye.
Several colors on the corner of the eye,
A few strands of entanglement in the corner of my eye, whoever promises will sink forever.
Who promises who will rise and fall all his life?
Who promised me wealth all my life?
Who promised me a lifetime of desolation?
Who promises who-a gentle life.
Who promises to be gentle all his life?
Who promises who will always be warm?
Who can guarantee who will have a good life?
Who promised who/I dyed it in summer.
Who promised who a winter dream.
It doesn't matter who promises me a lifetime.
Who promised me to be alone in my monologue all my life?
Pregnant with my arm.
Eyes, eyes, eyes, my eyes.
Lips, lips, lips, my lips.
Worried about my sadness.
Drowning, drowning, drowning my pet
Oh, my god, my face.
Wen, my tenderness.
My heart, my heart, turned around, and the place was white with glass.
Looking back, the sky is amber.
Bow your head, smile, broken flower shadows, sadness all over the ground
Residual flowers are alone.
The lingering flowers are proud of their own shadows and the happiness in their eyes.
Whose insistence touched who?
Who will take whose oath seriously?
╭ For whose indifference are you depressed?
Who wants to laugh?
Whose finger is shy? A man's excuse is hard to guess.
A man's heart is unpredictable.
The way men think is unpredictable.
A woman who doesn't understand her heart will live a proud life.
The queen will lead a domineering life.
The queen will live proudly. We cried/
We cried hysterically/
We laughed mercilessly/performed in different worlds.
Deceived by different worlds
Spit out different worlds-you are in the deepest part of my heart.
-You're in the deepest part of my brain
-I wrote children's papers all over the edge of your memory.-Why pretend?
It's all children's paper-why play?
They are all children's papers-why bother to understand?
It's all children's paper-why do you hate it | I admit I'm stupid.
Okay | I admit I'm stupid.
Ok | I admit that I am awesome.
Okay | I admit I'm a bitch.
Okay | I admit I'm stupid.
Okay | I admit I'm stupid.
Okay | I admit I'm stubborn.
Ok | I admit that I am a good boy. Gray tells your depression.
Purple condenses your forgetfulness.
Red permeates your arrogance
Green has forgotten your tenderness.
Blue fills your charming air.
Orange warms your sunshine.
The scent of pink, your scent
The girl's personalized screen name uses crayons; Draw a rainbow,
Use a pencil; Draw a rose
Use colored pens; Imagine a castle,
A pen with water; Figure 1 Lilac is taken, refused to chase.
The famous flower is taken. Refuse harassment.
The famous flower is taken. Reject hooligans.
The famous flower is taken. Refuse to make trouble.
The famous flower is taken. Refusing to express the other half of happiness is responsibility.
The other half of the responsibility is to be borne.
The other half is happiness. Can we not be brave?
Can we not cry?
Can we not suffer?
Can we not be sad?
Can we not be happy?
Can we not laugh?
Can we not be strong? -the heart is occupied by pain. て.
-the heart is occupied by silence. て.
-The mind is occupied by thoughts. て.
-the heart is occupied by memories. て.
-the heart is occupied by indifference. て.
-the heart is occupied by a smile. て.
-the heart is occupied by tenderness. て.
-the heart is occupied by desire. て.
-The heart is occupied by purity. 8. Four under the cherry blossoms in Tokyo.
Walking under the Paris Tower
Out of control under the Dutch windmill
Running under Tower Bridge in London. Face the sunshine life proudly.
. Yearning for a dark and depressed life
. I hope to remain indifferent.
. Flying away may be content to forget yourself.
. Lost love, Sanger's eternity
. A narcissistic friend who believes in the change of time is more dead set than a lover.
Friends are more memorable than lovers,
Friends are not just lovers,
Friends are more difficult than lovers to give up and listen to unfinished songs quietly.
After licking the unfinished wound silently.
Quietly uncover the perfect scar.
Savor the unfinished tea carefully.
Gently apply the unfinished pain.
What you put on a little bit and what you didn't put on, draw a ||| trace-a wry smile.
Draw a ||| smile.
Draw a ||-evil smile. I heard that hugs can make people intoxicated.
I heard that calm can make people fall.
I heard that smiling can make people crazy.
I heard that love can make people sink.
I heard that smiling can be addictive.
I heard that love can make people crazy.
I heard that love can seduce a selfish woman.
A bullying woman.
A slutty woman.
A spoony woman.
A woman who sticks to the end.
A beautiful woman. The night touched the day.
Starry sky refers to the blue of the blue sky.
Sunlight touches the warmth of orange.
The air is polluted by the purity of water, and cherry petals fall to the ground sooner or later.
Pick up scented petals in the morning and scatter them all over the floor.
Flowers in the morning and roses in the evening are scattered all over the floor.
Please pick up your smile like a flower. "
Please take back your warm arms. "
Please put away your gentle eyes. "
Please pick up your tears like pearls. "Actually, I rounded the sun."
Actually, I chewed the moon.
Actually, I squashed the stars.
In fact, the white clouds are a few silver lines in my prominent hair, called Lao,
A few red hairs in your hair are called years,
A few strands of colored silk in the hair are called youth, and there is a yearning called full moon west building.
There is a tacit understanding called "yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn".
There is a feeling called breeze and drizzle.
There is a kind of happiness called red lotus root and pity. Two. I was abandoned because I was willful.
Two. Lonely, so forgotten.
Two. I was wandering, so I was betrayed.
Two. One-way street, so I was scolded.
I was angry, so I was isolated. I have long forgotten the year when the flowers bloomed.
I have long forgotten that summer.
I have long forgotten that ballad.
In that season, I have already forgotten you. My tenderness is my extravagant hope.
Warmth is my yearning.
My feeling of silence is my hope. I don't know the dazzling sun in the dark.
I don't know the tenderness of the moon during the day.
Flowers bloom and fall, lonely.
I don't know how lonely I am.
I don't know the clarity of pupils in the dark.
The makeup of tears
Covered loneliness, our tears are looking back. ら
Our smiles drowned out the past. Only deep feelings don't hurt.
Just holding hands and not letting go. つDon't act as if nothing has happened.
Don't pretend to be too brave, and you are still flustered.
That dazzling gentleness is still dazzling.
Colorful lies are still beautiful.
Brilliant hypocrisy is still ridiculous, warming up the years of ink painting.
Warm and beautiful youth, composing music.
Warm face and bloody memories?
Left bank of Provence, Paris?
New york has a crush on Provence? Stay back. Our past happiness "
Keep it. Our happiness at that time was gone.
Encounter a misunderstanding-the memory of 〆 becomes "ashes"
Years have become "wind" and children's paper wandering in setbacks.
"Children's paper wandering in loneliness. Autumn of lollipops and lollipops ...
Joe, in winter? Who is helpless and exaggerates sadness?
Who gave up and abandoned his innate temperament ▲
Beauty is born ▲