-the promise in black and white has not been felt, and it has long since disappeared.

-゛ Tears are pouring down, and memories have turned pale.

Looking back suddenly, how stupid it is to live like a dream.

-Youth is an era of moaning.

Pride cannot heal the old wounds of time.

-rouge dyed gray, which makes people sad.

-Forgotten low-key time

-I miss you and laugh at the past like a flower.

-Smile and cry quietly in the face of the stars.

┌ Go with a proud heart and come with a lost heart.

_ _ _ _ _ _ What you can't get is always in the air, and people who prefer love have nothing to hide.

_ _ _ _ _ _ Wandering in an old wound, is it a living glory?

-I will grow up in pain.

-I will try to live a better life.

Tears are words that the heart can't say.

No red rose is warm.

The last residual temperature is beyond words.

Aestheticism is also sugar, but it is sweet to sadness.

See your lonely back in rainy days.

╮ Smash the innocent without leaving a trace of discretion.

, _ _ _ _ _ _, and spend the same time, who is the gentle and shy interpretation.

_ _ _ _ _ Whose heart is broken, even if it is put together, it is a scar.

_ _ _ _ _ I only have laughter.

_ _ _ _ _ ◆ ◇ _ _ _ _ No matter how deep the memory is, it will be forgotten one day.

_ _ _ _ _ _ Although the world has changed so much, it cannot be changed back to the past.

ミ _ _ _ _ ヽ Strong and strange words.

ミ _ _ _ _ ヽ Smile and cover up the wound, and quietly take all the responsibilities.

◆ ◇ゝ〃 You will never understand how much sadness is hidden behind a smile.

Fall in love with a serious pastime and spend a blooming time.

_ _ _ _ What passes is youth, and what precipitates is memory.

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Hey, I hooked up with my eyes and tears.

◆ ◇ _ _ _ _ _ No matter how deep the memory is, it will be forgotten one day.

I hide in my world and don't want to be disturbed by anyone.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _, hiding in the corner, hiding lonely but not extravagant pity.

XX smiles in the sun.

_ _ _ _ _ _ Looking at the paper plane in your hand, flying to the summer that was blown away by the wind.

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{'clown on the stage, I beg for your laughter.

I was injured in the sinking lake, but I didn't show it after the rain.

I stood at the crossroads and got lost again.

Counting your head back from the beginning, your eyes and tears will fall.

_ _ _ _ _ _ Even sadness is gorgeous, and loneliness is so high-profile.

_ _ _ _ _ Silence is like a sad song, but when you cover your eyes, it becomes blurred.

_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm just a crazy passerby who accompanied you for a short time.

In the blooming season, warm your eyes and pupils with sunflowers.

I want to be a single-celled creature and live heartlessly.

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"Time" is lightly pressed, and there is no way to put it all together.

//-Laugh at us and perform a series of plays.

Those fragmentary memories gradually lost their direction.

Pure white seasonal festivals, warm yellow street lamps and dark gray memories.

Chun Qing, let me know how to be sad, face it bravely and face it with a smile.

We all forget to remember, sometimes forget to remember, and the same thing can make us remember deeply.

◆ ╰ Time is passing by bit by bit, and I have already disappeared in that fleeting time.

Water under the bridge. Things are different.

Destiny's paranoia, who wrote the farewell song?

That meeting was soul-stirring, but I will never forget your appearance.

Scattered around the world, flowers are broken, but things are different.

I can't finish writing flowers, and the walls are full of your sadness.

Obsessed with the words at the fingertips, pale and gorgeous promises.

Memory is fluctuating, driving some colors.

Abandoning the prosperity of 3 thousand, between dusk and depression, I would rather keep a little love between thoughts.

In the same lonely time, we try to show our paleness and uniqueness.

A story, whether sad or happy, will always be lost in the end.

, pure white tone. Deduct our prosperity all the way.

I can't say why, but I already know the ending.

It is better to laugh hysterically than to cry sympathetically.

At the end of the season, whose flowers and glitz have lost their loneliness.

り The past will not come back, and what comes back is not perfect.

Don't care about eternity, just care about what you once had.

_ _ _ _ He has experienced beauty and goodness, such as the life of a stranger today, but he hasn't come yet.

Butterflies break into flowers, but flowers fly with the wind.

No matter how gorgeous the fireworks are, they can't escape the ending of ashes.

り Happy memories, playing a sad melody.

Why can't I find my feelings anymore? Why is happiness only as short as fireworks? り

Sunflower smile, sunset that can't be embellished.

_ _ _ Ԏ, when dependence becomes a habit, you can't leave it.

At the moment when my eyes and tears fell, I realized that I was really over.

▁ Under the pure and clean appearance, the most hypocritical and hypocritical you are hidden.

Black butterflies draw young scars on your pure white skin.

-I smiled slightly and turned into a broken shadow in the wind, overlapping with rustling.

┛ I can't see through my heart, just like the night is blindfolded.

-holding a sunflower, with its gorgeous, gorgeous like summer flowers.

The first oath is not worth the destruction of time.

-the last tears can't stand the test of years and months.

No matter how beautiful it is, it is only half.

Memories of blooming tea trees,

Just a small footprint. Be comforted and unite your heart.

Look back as light as ever, and hold your hands lightly.

Liu Nian is not dead. Summer is over.

With the virtue of that year, I understand De Chun Qing.

◆ The red rope is wrapped around your wrist, remember to tear the wound.

_ Women are like flowers, and flowers are like dreams _ The night rain scatters flowers and candles.

Write past memories with forgetfulness and books.

I want to be silent, cold and strong, and rise to China.

The other shore is blooming and waiting at the end of the center, waiting for the bleak arrival.

Lonely songs, gentle and soft singing √.

Those pale vows were tailored for me.

In late autumn, we will say forever, and in early summer, we will say goodbye.

◆ ◇ヽ Fresh blood flowed down from the wrist until the hands were red. At this time, the heart stopped with the heartbeat.

◆ ◇ヽ I keep learning and growing, but I forget my original persistence.

※ You are my blue sky, a beautiful rainbow that occasionally appears.

I have never seen those simple smiles, such as today's smiles, with their own masks.

Flowers fall in one season, smiling all over the ground, smiling pale.

◎◆ Dream of falling peach blossoms, only look at shallow sorrow.

The sunshine stung my eyes.

-This lingering love. What should I do for a living?

The children's words of beautiful women only exist in an apprentice's dream. ╮

A person stands in a corner of the world, watching the sun rise and set.

When I looked back with a flower, I saw my best year.

Why did you pull it back again? We just missed a memory that we shouldn't have missed.

I am a sincere believer, and I believe everything you say and promise.

If I don't care if you leave Shen in mid-air, how should I face it?

Time flies, leaving us only shallow memories.

When flowers bloom in midsummer, who will swear?

Words are too pale to describe my sadness.

-light artistic conception under light pen and ink does not need heavy color whitewashing, nor does it need eternal memories.

After several years of shadows, the years have ended.

The smoke disappeared, the chrysanthemum disappeared, and the flowers fell off the curtain, leaving only the lingering sound.

Fallen is innocent, just beautiful and decadent.

I looked at the sky quietly, trying to find the feeling of loss.

The so-called New Year is just the ashes of time.

Chun Qing. No matter how you wave, you can't escape a robbery.

Who is a passer-by, who embellishes whose life.

Who will accompany me to see the next blossom and fall, and who will promise not to make me sad. ゝ

Every laugh hides a kind of loneliness that others don't understand.

☆ When you meet a group of fireworks, a flower blooms.

There is always hope at some point.

I am looking forward to the sunset. Have your tenderest smile.

Heal my deep wounds with that sad music.

-It's an original hue. Don't be too aggressive.

The arc of memory is always tossing and turning in the aura of fate.

I'm ... like a broken puppet, I have no chance to be pushed around.

The ball was adopted ~ ~ ~ I took out all my possessions