-The promise under the cherry tree is just a sentence. -

Love misses too much/ends too much and hurts.

Years are long, sparkling, and bubbles gather and disperse. Only you are still there. . . .

The feelings recorded by the cloud, the feelings defined by the wind level.

Even if love is not complicated, people who love it deeply can feel its sweetness and it will be sweet in their hearts.

Your eyes are an affectionate sea, full of flowers, which has degraded all my warmth.

Don't chase horses, use the time of chasing horses to plant grass. There will be a number of good horses for you to choose from when the flowers bloom next spring.

Listen to a quiet melody, a moment missed time.

Perfect love is a silent melody.

White ginger flower, slightly open, with white floral fragrance. Flower language keeps the memory of summer forever.

Love falls from the sky.

Warm sunshine and breezes are enough.

Me? I am just a sunflower, waiting for faith to bring me the only sunshine. I am just a sunflower, waiting for my only sunshine.

You keep my heart alive.

I reduced the number of calls to you, changed the remarks to full names, and cancelled special attention. It should be understood that long live friendship is the end.

Close your eyes and watch the last sunset, which is as beautiful as regret.

◆ ◇? The bubbles in the summer sunshine are beautiful, but they are easily disillusioned.

In the world of mortals, jasmine rouge smoke is lingering. //

Your happiness is my happiness.

The person I like will be like a sensitive reindeer, who will appear with my favorite starry sky when sleeping in the night sky.

Your eyes reflect bright light under the flash, and only one word comes to mind, brilliant.

You are the simplest miss in my pure white time.

The sun shines brightly in spring, and the mountains in summer are like blue sky. Autumn is simple and winter is fierce. They are all willing to follow your looks.

When the war is fierce, give me your hand and let me take you away.

Evoke the corners of the mouth and smile; The sun may be a little warmer, at least it won't glare.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't compare with your shadow in the sunset.

-Be careful on the road. "I'm used to this simple sentence.

Is it really him? Interesting. To live is to die.

-& gt； The spring, summer, autumn and winter of that year were not complete.

Sunshine, very warm. Your smile is very shallow. Hug. Good. Like a flower in a dream.

Love is beautiful, but there are always people who love to destroy their own beauty.

Hold hands for a lifetime, just want to accompany you to the end of your life.

That moment, like rain over clouds, as white as tears.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, ten miles of thyme, bursts of flowers, bursts of you, three miles of breeze, three miles of road, step by step in the wind, step by step.

When I meet a lovely person, life is not difficult at once. The street is sweet, regardless of the evening breeze.

? Beautiful things? The fresh air in the morning and the steaming soybean milk met you as soon as I looked up. ?

May there be a person around you who will always carefully guard your childlike innocence and love you, like the fragrance of wine floating from a deep alley, and you will get drunk when you smell it. ~

I reduced the number of calls to you, changed the remarks to full names, and cancelled special attention. It should be understood that long live friendship is the end.

People who can hide in their hearts and secretly like them are all sweet bubbles when they think of it. ?

May you enjoy warm snow in winter, lotus flowers in summer, tea in spring and cloth in autumn. The four seasons are the road ahead, and life is the rivers and lakes.