Loving yourself is the beginning of a romantic life.

The years are quiet, from youth to dusk, there are only sentimental * * * bald heads.

A little angry in my heart, I called to Wan Li.

You are the fireworks of my youth, illuminating my loneliness.

Like pink, like infatuation with the summer wind.

I thought you were the spring rain, but you were the lightning and thunder before the rainstorm.

I like to be treated gently, and I prefer to be understood by special people.

Life is only for one person, love life.

Spring water is born, spring forest is blooming, and the spring breeze is ten miles, which is not as good as you.

Life is like a dream, for pleasure.

When I met you, I opened my eyes and closed my eyes.

Isn't it? In the end, I'm the only one left in this city.

The beauty of that moment seems to be just a passer-by

As long as I can walk through these four seasons alone, I can walk through the rest of my life.