.Who picked up my glass slipper, looking for the lost glass slipper.

No one is sorry to anyone, only those who do not know how to cherish others.

. The memories of hatred are like fish scales that have been scratched by a knife. Some of them are still on the body. Some of them have fallen into the water. When the water is stirred, a few of them will still churn and flicker, but they are mixed in the middle. Bloodshot

I like winter because the days are short and the nights are long, so there will be more time to escape

. My world does not allow you to disappear, no matter whether the ending is perfect or not.

. I am still used to the feeling of being loved. Maybe one day in the noisy city, you and I pass each other, and I will stop, stare at the retreating figure and tell myself, that person …..I once loved.

Why does happiness always pass me by? When I miss you occasionally….let….memories accompany me.

.Love… Promise between the fingers... Intertwined by love.

I love you very much, the world belongs to you completely from that day

Love is buried in the diary and my world still belongs to you You

. If you cry for missing the sunset, then you will miss the stars

People will always offend some people in life, and it depends on whether those people are worth offending

The roses bloomed quietly, and the violets withered quietly. Yecao spreads quietly, with a hint of sinking and depression, but tasteful. I am silent and will not leave again...

. Withering is real and blooming is just a past

If I know what I am going wrong, then I will cherish everything I have .Life is just a process of gaining, losing, and then regaining. Some are lost, as if withered petals in autumn will always have a new chance to bloom; and some, if missed for a moment, miss a lifetime. ． ． ． (from: Orange Girl)

Facing the stage of life with a proud posture... We sang and danced happily... falling and climbing again and again... singing softly on the ruins . (Mishail- evil spirit)

31. The night gave me a pair of eyes,

But I use them to find light,

Who owns the clear day and spring in the garden?

The warm rhythm is latent, the valley is harmonious, the oriole is flying, and the fragrant trees are suddenly moving

Cruelty is constantly reminding the happiness of the past.

The feeling of sadness.

If the world no longer knows your name,

Whisper to the silent earth: I am flowing.

Say to the shining water: I exist.

. From the moment the Little Mermaid threw the life-saving dagger into the sea, she already knew that she was destined to turn into a bubble. At this moment, she made up her mind to die. But she doesn't regret it, at least, she has loved it...

Some things are too beautiful to be held in her hands~

There is a kind of emotion because Taizhen

So there is no way﹎. As light as the breezeミ

Only reincarnation continues to turn, the sun rises and the moon sets, the grass and trees wither. Who said: Time is still there, but we are flying by.

Like an angel that cannot fly

My pure white feathers

have been nailed to the cross

Destined to live a lifetime in this clear pond

Live a life of loneliness

Destined to be lonely for a lifetime (from Zi Xun'er)

The color of youth nourishes Touching the earth, a tree without love bears fruit without emotion. In that hurried moment, the beauty and ugliness are all gathered together, as if it is the sky, as if it is the earth, both as a flower and as a tree, for everyone to see , it is no longer a miracle for everyone to understand all that, all that has been very long, old and painful.