so what if you love, so what if you don't love, and the final outcome is the same.
as I said, the past once ... has faded slowly.
Love is like a movie, with a beautiful process and a sad ending.
There are so many flowers that only the sadness of youth remains.
The warm sunshine in early winter will also be imprisoned by the haze and cold.
The wind is caressing and ambiguous, and the tone is very tired. We are shoulder to shoulder, and the years are like water ...
After all, I let go of my hand. Whether I see through and protect you, I have no regrets ...
From a pile of wet memories, a gray rainy season is twisted out, and it is drizzling outside the window.
I don't like making phone calls, because a short message is enough. In fact, I'm afraid of my voice, betraying my language, and I'm even more afraid of hearing your voice. All my previous resolutions are gone ...
It turns out that what I want to find is just a moment's freeze in the faded memory.
I used to think that the paper plane would fly straight ahead with my dream, but I didn't expect that he was a predator, with my dream, and he would never come back ...
The wind was intoxicated with the silence, and the rain beat the duckweed to make me feel lonely, just like an oiled paper umbrella, which opened and closed and crossed my nightmare ...
If you don't love it. Just like, some people used to have nothing to say, but in the end they had nothing to say ... < P > The deadliest snake. It has the most beautiful texture. The most poisonous flower has the most charming charm.
We are just children, but our appearance disguises us. We have to pretend to be mature.
I allow you to walk into my world, but I don't allow you to walk around my world.
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I really thought you loved me, but now I admit that I was wrong.
There is no lasting happiness in this world, only instant comfort and comfort.
a lifetime is so long, why care about how lonely and desolate it was?
It's not love that hurts the most, but memories.
I feel the panic, and your disappearing temperature has taken away everything from me.
There are some things that are definitely guaranteed. You see, a passer-by is a passer-by.
I'm your passing away, but you're my last dependency.
I'm always too trusting, so I'm deceived willingly.
No amount of water can make up for the tears you made me shed.
I have never been so generous and can't tolerate everything, including betrayal.
the last tear. It's still coming out. My eyes are finally dry.