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In the face of the vicissitudes of the past, there is a feeling of crying that can’t cry.

There are too many injuries in the glory

Love is like multiplication. One of the zeros is doomed to be always zero.

I don’t miss anyone but I can’t go back.

Love now is learning is memory, not happiness.

Love is like the smoke in my hand. It will fade for a long time. I will be addicted and I will not smoke because it hurts.

Love your heart beyond the limits, so it will leave scarred

Who is buried in the heart of the lonely northern hemisphere?

Is the sad situation now that I am too persistent or are you weak?

We used to be happy. Every corner is about your memories. It will torture me until we die.

The result without results may be a lonely relief for you and me.

a lifetime of injury

The last night of the night rendering hopes dim but still lying

The dark night, please take away my paranoid thoughts.

Staged a lingering and then ended gorgeously

Some entanglements are only silences to interpret as some misunderstandings

Wrap a quilt and hide the tears inside

Passive and strong, accepting me, tired, dear, do you understand my pain?

Lonely loneliness in the middle of the night makes the deepest fragility in the bones fall out of control.

Is it too fragile or not free and easy? I can’t get rid of the loneliness you give.

When I think about passing through, I still feel exhausted.

Love is cherished as a wound, as evidenced by tears

Picking up the days that no one knows, corroding one's own solid color

Breathing affects every nerve in the sunset at dusk, hysterical hysteria

The sense of vanity is clearly and clearly engraved on your face, and you are proud of your sarcasm.

Suddenly, I like the thin and faint suffocation of oxygen.

If I leave, I will take your smile. Why have you not retained?

When can Andersen write a fairy tale for me?

If there is no unrealistic hope, then how can you tear your heart and despair?

I am still stubborn and lonely, but I found that happiness has long been scattered in the unseen fantasy.

Laughing and crying alone to bear the prosperous and unrealistic so-called love

The beauty that accompanied us through the bustling brilliance suddenly broke down.

What if we don't want to be so stubborn?

Who is the promising youth who interprets? Those extra pictures are called damage

Remembering the glory of the prosperous Ming I

Who in the city where Hua Deng was first seen in the invisible corner?

Maybe it’s just a gentle betrayal, but the heart is really hurt.

Unintentionally always looking for a way in the drunk, always intending to find an exit on the way

The heartbreaking rescue is nothing but an unwilling performance.

Quiet style, enjoying the silence of silence and the loneliness of no one.

There is a kind of thought that there is a kind of thought that is destined to be far away.

Release your tears and leave with tears

Lonely waiting habits, no time to miss

Autumn is not only full of fruit, but also fallen leaves

In the mottled flow years, hand in hand

The inner self-esteem cannot be dissipated for a long time and stumbles to the brink of collapse.

Desalination of memories without leaving traces

The righteousness of love is not backed up but hurts without reservation

I thought I had been used to the hysterical smile. I had already forgotten how to cry. But how can the interpretation of the blurry eyes be interpreted?

Accustomed to such a life, such a chaotic passage

The sun between the fingers is bright and my sadness

Dodge the crowd and quietly miss you in a quiet corner

Recalling that everything was just tangled and tragedy

Missing is like closing the door, there is happiness in the air.

The foam always floats on the surface of the sea while the pearls are buried deep in the water.

The original fantasy was finally shattered

Endless loneliness is like a terrible black fog

Sometimes we want to love not a person but a story.

The autumn wind rustles the moonlight and sheds the drunken corner, but you don’t understand me.

We don’t care just to hide the little sense of care in my heart.

Looking up at the corner of the blue sky, there is still a trace of tears in the heart. Who is the wound that can't be erased?