Who will pay for our wrong love?

A sincere and warm hand, smiling or crying behind you.

Hey, I won't leave or love you, so I want to give you the best, even if it's just a friend.

I miss, I want to hold your hand all the time.

You can't trust others to drive you away, and you can't trust yourself to have you for a while.

Being friends is the worst and best excuse to protect you.

Your eyes reveal a sadness that you want to love but can't love.

I remember sharing my troubles, worries and pride with you before.

Now we are becoming more and more polite and unfamiliar.

I shed tears and said something, but it is still in my heart, although I have lost you.

In the future, if I meet you and your beloved in the street and don't shrink back, I will smile and face it politely.

Well, I don't care about eternity, I only care about whether you want it or not.

Falling in love with someone who knows it is unlovable is the real tragedy.

I called your name to the sea, dear, did you hear it?

Holding a cigarette in your hand, the smoke ring in your mouth is surrounded by strong thoughts about you.

Don't mention the good things that happen now, and we will all be happy in the future.

If I can, I would like to change my life for another person. As long as you are happy, I am willing to change back to him you love.

In order to get close to you, I pulled out all the thorns on my body, but you kept putting salt on the wound.

I miss you, miss you and love you, but you don't know anything.

How many good times do you remember we spent together?

Feelings, waiting may not be easy, but hurting can be easy.

When did I like the quiet taste and get used to a person's life? "

I will always bear the consequences that I will never change.

I bet my youth on tomorrow and lose day after day.

The world is so dirty that no one is qualified to say sadness.

Moonlight accompanied by sadness, quietly walked to my heart.

Behind every woman who smokes, there is a sad memory. "

You told me seriously that if I smoked again, you would ignore me.

When she likes you, you are all right. When she doesn't like you, your goodness becomes infatuation.

I love him, and I shouldn't love him enough to think of him as my day.

No, I have forgotten. I just don't want to talk about it.

I am really old until I forget you.

Not all people in this world are together because of love.

You don't have to encourage someone to love them.

What I need is a dangerous peak, which can set off enough height and strength. Only in this way can I feel that I am loved.

The former lovers have long been submerged in the quagmire of betrayal, and only the remaining love disappears in the lingering regret.

Your back disappeared in my life a long time ago, repeating only hasty and pale memories.

Leaving empty memories is the most hopeless concession in love.

As long as someone can miss, missing has roots, not dandelions flying all over the sky.

You, I can only, can only bless and-"can't hug you"

At least, we won't-"Let's talk about it first."

I want to rely on you to lead the way by my side forever.

I want to lead you, and I will always lead you.

(りり: Dear, I miss you, and it has gradually become my virtue ≮ Breathe ≯.

(り: Dear, I miss you and gradually become my virtue ≮ oxygen ≯.

(_ ≌ former lover)

(_ passers-by)

-look at the "he" word line, which is actually the same.

-Look at her, but it's all the same.

There are many happy people now.

But there are many treasures.

Mother said that Russia is just a daughter who harms others and herself.

Thank God for letting me meet you and my short happiness.

I hope you are happy, even if you can't be with me, I still hope so.

There are always a lot of small emotions every day that you can't cope with.

You said you wouldn't. You are different from other men, but why are you still so cold?

The love you gave me stopped the day we broke up.

That was in the past, so I can't trust anyone now.

I will still give you my blessing, even if the word break up comes from your mouth.

In a mess, I can't think about my future.

Miss you has become my habit. Miss you has become my habit.

We both hurt each other, and we can't go back.

When I fall in love with you, I know the pain of loneliness

A man is romantic, but he is not a man if he is not romantic.

If it weren't for tears, I don't know how to prove love.

I would like to be a white fox for thousands of years, because at least I have the happiness of waiting.

In front of you, I can only pretend to be happy and play dumb.

What you gave me was not what I wanted.

You don't give me as much warmth as sunshine.

You never asked me what I wanted, so you decided your future for me.

Don't worry, I won't blame you. It's not necessary.

You always think that I am not good enough, but it is just your excuse!

Don't think you gave me life. Did you ask me if I wanted it?

What you gave me was not love, but debt, which made me feel I owed you too much.

Worldweariness is a cruel disguise I use to escape from reality.

Falling in love is like the temptation of KFC or McDonald's, but as long as you don't think about it, see it or touch it, you won't be infatuated.

Other men are like a parallel prose in my life, and there are many elements that like you but don't like you.

Our love is like a layer of paint on the surface of metal. It was beautiful at first, but then it fell off and disappeared, revealing its nature.

Sometimes it's really painful.

Plagiarism is not shameful, but it is shameful to take it out in your own name if you don't say it.

Sometimes, when I think of you inadvertently, tears have slipped down my cheeks.

I didn't expect that I was acting alone from the beginning to now.

If we hadn't met, there wouldn't be now.

I gently lean on your warm chest and listen to your heartbeat.

Thinking of you is like broken sunshine, though incomplete, it is still warm.

Since you don't love me, why do you want to hurt me?

With the only smile left, I watched you and her pass me by.