The rescue of a broken heart is just a sign of unwillingness.
I thought time could get rid of pain, but memories will still ruin the present.
Time has passed, and I still feel exhausted when I think of those happy past.
Passing by a familiar bus stop, looking at a familiar face, but never seeing you again.
If there were no past, there might not be so many pale feelings.
The night played the last glimmer of hope, but when it was dim, it was still lying.
Tears haven't been put down, but memories are pale.
A wandering life, at the other end of time, can change all the promises beyond recognition.
Bright sunshine and heavy fatigue evaporated my thoughts.
You can still laugh proudly, but you will never be innocent.
All the memories of quicksand, those lost years, washed away my dust.
Miss, once that an unscrupulous smile.
Get along with you, and you will be vulnerable in the future.
My thoughts broke free in the night to commemorate my love, only blaming time for making the most beautiful mistake.
I don't want to stop in your complicated world, and I'm not qualified to stop.
Watch a baptism of sin, only to see that you are covered by sin.
Seriously pretending is just to cover up my sadness.
I thought it would not hurt. Why can't tears stop flowing?
After the smoke disappears, all that remains is dust that can make tears.
Maybe it's just a gentle betrayal, but my heart is really hurt.
Gravity pulls the heart and keeps falling.
Faith will be destroyed by filth, even if it is displaced.
There is always someone who can make us laugh the most brilliantly and cry the most thoroughly.