Zhangfeng Personality Signature
I'm just ruining everything that belongs to me. There is always an anger in my heart, but I can't say it. Wait ~ it's so quiet. The bus has passed another stop, but I am still at the starting point. People come and go again and again. I'm still the woman who loves you silly. If I have a goal, I will no longer be that I have no opinion. She completely controlled my cowardice. If I can walk into your heart, I will cry, because it is full of your indifference to me. I don't want anything, but this is what you asked me to do, no matter how much I paid for it, so I will do it again. I can't escape that sentence, and I'm used to using other people's words to describe my sadness. Times have changed, you promised, maybe this is a permanent drowning. In love, it doesn't matter who dumped him. What matters is who gives true love first, then this person is the most hurt! ! What if you are imitated? The important thing is whether you can replace me. Give your love to another person, and you will get double happiness. It's worth it I have loved you all my life, and I am so happy at this moment. Night is coming, why do I miss you endlessly ... A story of body double, no one knows. I used to imagine happiness, but now everything is different. Maybe only when I give up and never see you again will you remember me and I can get close to you. Even if I smile, I can't erase the bitterness in my heart. Time has taken away many things. I still remember my poor self. The air is filled with pity, or to my ridicule, even a tree has no uniform green. Under the background of lies, happiness will be so beautiful. ≠ Ⅱ: In the dream mirror, everything is quiet. "Happiness is that I love you and then feel that you love me. Ignore the so-called fairness and unfairness and leave quietly/close your eyes quietly. "You? You want to show off if you are gentle. Please don't use that' I'm sorry' to perfunctory you. Knowing that you have left, why do you leave your mark in every gap of my life? ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ Long-distance love is a happy waiting and a bitter prelude. Some love songs seem to be sung to themselves. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. There is a feeling that has been echoing. In my heart/. What scares me is not the environment, but the human heart. Once, recalling those chat records, looking at now, my heart is like a knife cutting our agreement. You told me it was just a joke-I forgot how to laugh after that. I happened to be standing at the crossroads, waiting for the inevitable person to come out of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _-> "You, me, me, I believe you, and I will be single-minded to you. Happiness is not so easy to be fascinated and unfamiliar, perhaps to avoid that kind of familiarity, love is perfect, don't be left out in the cold, the reality is lonely, maybe there is no perfect love in this world, but, dear, can you give me more care? I think you are lonely because of me. It is because I miss you that I feel lonely and confused again and again. Why is there always no camera? Life, too much helplessness, too much regret, too much disappointment, too much ... puppet show, the end of the play. The opening time of the next scene is undecided. Don't use your so-called excuses to perfunctory this life! When is the perfect period? Who doesn't move when lovesick love flirts? How many people in vulgar society can read my mind? /:If my youth comes again, will I be happier than I am now? I'm not so unhappy as that I haven't found anyone who can make me happy. Formatting yourself is deleting you. How should a person who has lost his heart love others, hate others, provoke disputes, love others and cover up all his faults? Not everyone will pity your noble love. Not everyone will hug you like family. We are all nearsighted, which blurs our recent happiness. Knowing that there is no result, I still have illusions, laugh at myself and forgive Russia. I didn't care so much before Mom, please allow me to make up for it! No one understands loneliness ... the scattered fragments of the past scenery make me live in a sad moment. (... since you chose to leave, why did you come back? You expect passers-by, but what you have is not the real world. Because I care too much and I am too persistent. ゾ In my world, I want to be a proud princess. What is the most pitiful memory? Is it after a long and difficult time? Even if it is only a moment forever, we will never say goodbye-stop being kind to me and disintegrate our dependence. Not everyone has the courage to express their feelings clearly, just like you. At the first sound, my eyes turned red and the whole world was spinning. A person's horn falls quietly, without words or feelings. Panting. You are pitying me for being with you, at least I am not qualified to be sad when you bring other women to me in the future. Perhaps only the desire of the flesh is the ultimate destination of love. Late at night, I miss your tangled heart like a silly child and how to face the future life. ~ the pain is gone. What do I have left? Some people are destined to meet and fall in love, but being together is so elusive. People who care deserve it. When love still smells of love, we are not the antidote to each other. We like to remember to collect it. If you love me again with your life, then I will. We used to hug each other tightly, but we were easily separated. I just want to be with you and listen to you tell me that even if it is impossible, I am willing to be lonely. Only myself in the mirror can understand my heart. Life is one farewell after another. I want to eat, drink and be merry in time. I miss that if there is a sound, I don't want it to be the extreme intersection of sadness and crying. I will go alone. Sometimes I keep asking myself why I care so much about you, but occasionally. Losing to reality, losing to hypocrisy, experiencing too much, is no longer important-prosperity is exhausted, and finally ... losing is nothing more than perfect crushing. What I want is an ordinary life. Love is not a multiple-choice question or a short-answer question. Love is a fill-in-the-blank problem, which we fill in bit by bit-perfection is not a virtue. Rejection is not a sin ∝ The evening smells of parting.