A good lover who is always touched by accidents is always good to be loved.
I used to like you very much, but now I just know you.
Those injuries left in those years need time to recuperate quietly.
Because I have done so much for you, you always feel that it is not enough.
Thank you for your rudeness, and let me learn to give up? Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
There is no capital for love at first sight, and there is no patience for long-term love.
You have many warm-hearted friends, but you still have to learn to be brave.
Holding you tightly, saying goodbye in my mouth, but reluctant to let go of my hand.
Later, I had a good life, but occasionally I regret not having your company.
It's too late to understand the meaning of your words.
Is it cold? Nothing matters anymore. The heart is cold, is the solar energy warm?
I really love you, I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself?
Watching the keyboard keep knocking, the characters displayed on the screen may not knock out my heart.
How much wine I drank and how many tears I shed, but I was not drunk enough to hold you to sleep.
Too close, love will become a negative thing.
I don't want to explain any more, and I don't want to defend myself any more, lest you find it ridiculous and I feel embarrassed.
All the unhappiness and setbacks during the day, after your good night, sank to the bottom of the sea.
I always smile, because the wound is too deep in my heart, and I won't cry.
The street hasn't changed. I'm going alone. If I want to get drunk, I'll drink alone.
Who is smiling in your arms when I am crying?
From then on, when I mentioned you, it was rain or shine.
It's just that I've been walking alone for too long and I'm used to being alone.
Some people are the most beautiful when they pass by, and some people are pure when they love.
You and I are separated by several mountains and rivers from south to north, and I hope we can all reach the same goal in the end.
May there be fog in Shan Ye, and may you cross the river with a torch to illuminate my lonely youth.
Not appropriate. Maybe it's something you don't think is important I just care about it.
I spent my whole life chasing and meeting you again, but I met you in an afterlife that doesn't belong to me.
When you appear, I will tell you the story I heard in the years when you left me.
One night, I dreamed that you were white-haired and said that you would take me to wander. I went to heaven with you without hesitation. Anyway, I can stay with you until dawn.
I heard that girls with long eyelashes suffered many injuries and shed many tears in their last lives, so I didn't suffer many injuries and shed many tears in my last life. Is it because I didn't meet you?