The tender note for the fleeting time is chopped together with the tenderness of time, and finally the end of summer, the beginning of summer and the end of summer are inseparable. Dream and dream connection, lingering heart-crazy little life ㎜-vigorous little love ㎜. It still hurts after all. After all, you can't escape the empty city, empty memories, cold city, cold people, cold words, cold world, cold heart, cold blood, cold feelings, dear. ▲ I forgot to miss the island. -the residual temperature in my arms. -Residual gravity on the shoulder. Unscrupulous dependence * stubborn care * the old love of peninsula lovers. HR2U keeps warm. HR2U Life is like a dream. 2 Amor * People with souls around 2 Amor * are the oldest. At Fan's age, people are in a terrible pain. "Old people, old things, old lovers, old cities, old things, old Paris, love seems to have entered the heart. Love is unforgettable. They don't enter my eyes. They don't enter my heart. A good girl shines brightly. A good boy has a good reputation. If you can control your feelings, Forget it, you said it once. Three-inch old city -Melo # Seven-inch past -Melo # I think you have spent more time than I have loved you. I love you longer than I love you. Old people, old dreams, old times, false dreams, false expectations. -Do it at sunrise.-Stop at sunset. You're mine. I will never run away. I regard you as my life #. You treat me like a patient #. Heart for heart. More memory backup, more out of control-gentle homesickness-gentleness # Your name, my surname # Your love, my story 6m▲ Small uniqueness #6m▲ Small emotion # ぎぎぎぎぎぎぎぎ I'm not afraid//* I'll feel at ease when I'm around//* fleeting injury | The beauty of glitz is eclipsed |╰Sweet┃ Blue sea ╰Sweet┃ chaotic summer. If my heart doesn't move, I won't be sad. The city is so empty that it will definitely hurt * this. The first place to wake up. No pain, no numbness. If you don't feel tired, you are not tired. When the trick comes, you can't swing it, and your sadness flows into the river. You can't spend your mind, you can't spend your mind, you can't be trapped in your heart, you can't be confused, you can't get rid of it, you can't rely on it. * Stubbornly care that I have you for seven seconds. I lost my youth and my heart. # I wish you were here. # I wish you were here. # I wish you were here. # Summer injury, floating city, old dream, summer sacrifice, empty city, old dream, only one year apart. I can't wait to see it this year. The handover of dreams, lingering heart-to-heart dreams, empty city dreams +0, lost memories, laughter that makes the whole world cry, crying that makes the whole world haggard, how long has it been since I cried? How long has it been since I had selfish thoughts? Missing love-thinking about love-dreaming that the promise has long since vanished. Promises have long been made in blowing in the wind. His youth, her sea, her fleeting time, his days, the cool city, the barren city without love, and the ruthless MM bloom in the old summer and fall in the late autumn. Laugh till you know it hurts. Humble waiting for the old, who has vowed to touch who has been too long, the past is too long-the heart island is unclear-the peninsula is injured-I left your sight, I walked out of your world, your heart is desolate, your eyes are an ocean, and suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, happiness is. Who dares to pay attention to what I care about # Entering life through immersion, missing and encroaching on people's hearts, no one loves you, and your gentle and moving wife/* handsome and aggressive man/* is just looking back, and I try my best to be gentle-lose my mind-and burn my heart. New love is always happy. Old love is true love. The online names of lovers are all much ado about nothing * much ado about nothing * old love ≡ old love ≡ old addiction ≡ A happy ending, a beautiful pain and a promise have long since vanished. Promises have long been made in blowing in the wind.