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Nian'an, the tide faded, and the mood was adjusted to zero

The rain drenched his cheeks

Silent people

When will you look back at me?

Night、Indulge in telling that singing and crying fate、

But who? Can you still remember that relationship?

The bleak wind blows the emaciated man

The lonely heart is waiting to unlock the person、

Looking at it from afar, that part of the relationship is still not scattered

It's just that the song is a little too sad

Fuqin to the moon, already drunk

Fate comes and goes, love is over

My world is known only to you

You don't need any emotion

Looking at the gray sky with a light smile、

The fate is over, why force it?

Case. Let's let everything know, right?

I wonder if this is an irresistible fate?

Who knows the answer?

Pure originality, no copying, no plagiarism. Can I give points? Hey hey

Thy love is so hot, but your face is so cold.

Your words are so firm, but your heart is so meek.

I don't know if I'm wrong, or if you've been pretending.

I am so attached to my feelings, but my heart is fruitless.

I practice my dreams like this, but You don't know why.

I don't know if you can't understand it, or if I've been playing dumb.

I'm all about everything just for one of my You!

I don't want to bow my head and call Your name softly!

Indelible thoughts.

The sun shines brightly around the corner.

The footsteps of the search are only promised.

Suddenly break the silence that should be.

Broken walls.

It has been obliterated by dust.

Dye goose yellow.

Gentle stroke.

She spoke softly.

Wipe off the dust.

Presented thoughts.

Bright and dazzling.

Gently missed.

The heart has been pierced.

Thoughts are spreading inch by inch.

Heartbroken, give up, no longer have any hope, when I see your cold eyes, when I hear your cold words, the sound of heartbreak comes into my ears, tears quietly slide down my cheeks, flow into my mouth, so salty, it turns out that the tears are so salty, even the last fragments are gone, the tears are dry, the laughter is forgotten, I don't know what expression to use.

Hopscotch stay

In the lattice. Look mottled all over.

The time of the years.

All the past. Buried in the middle of the night.

Blowing can't blow away the heavy dust.

Splashed by hurried footsteps.

Pervades everything. The clouds on the other side.

Look at Seaweed and Song Siming coming out of the villa, Xiaobei's state, you don't feel sad.

1 All "Looking back at the depths, graceful as ever is the fragrance of the heart".

I miss someone to the extreme.

will drink too much invisible loneliness.

I knew that the figure would never get close.

I still miss it.

The fingertips of the night. Remember the temperature of your palm.

Your solitary placket front.

Tears flowed through my earnestness for love.

The longest poem in the world.

It is the acacia that is in the rainy season.

The most poignant song in the world.

But it's a lonely flight that can never be reached.

You smiled at me in your dreams last night.

but my heart has shrunk tighter because of you.

I gave the most beautiful pear blossom of that night with tears in my eyes.

In life, I can't help but worry about you.

Look back into the depths. Graceful as ever is the fragrance of the heart.

The half-curtain light veil can't hide the unbearable melancholy.

Xiaoyue has no hatred.

The farthest distance in the world.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not the distance between life and death.

Rather, I stand before you.

You don't know I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I'm standing in front of you.

You don't know I love you.

It's love to obsession.

But you can't say I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I love you.

It's about you being in pain.

But I can only bury it deep in my heart.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I miss you.

It's about loving one another.

But they can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not about loving one another.

But they can't be together.

But he knows that true love is invincible.

But he pretended not to care.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not tree-to-tree distance.

It's a branch that grows from the same root.

But they can't cling to each other in the wind.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that the branches can't cling to each other.

It's stars looking at each other.

But there is no intersecting trajectory.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not a trajectory between the stars.

Rather, even though trajectories intersect.

But in the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be found.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not like you're nowhere to be found in an instant.

Rather, they have not yet met.

It is destined not to be able to get together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It is the distance between the fish and the bird.

One in the day. One dives deep to the bottom of the sea.

Li Qingzhao "Wuling Chun".

The wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.

Things are people, not everything.

Tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat.

I'm only afraid of the Sungai boats.

I can't carry it, and I have a lot of sorrows.

You can go to the library and find a book of modern poetry.

The sadness is the most parting; The cold moon hangs in the cold sky, and the dead trees dance in the wind. Strangers to friends, tears have been hazy. I know that parting is bitter, it is better not to meet, may you cherish yourself, and the blue bird will send an envelope.

Sorrow in the rain.

You text you and say you're watching the rain.

You said you especially enjoyed this moment of solitude.

Think of going for a walk in the rain.

I know you're a sad man.

Actually, I'd like to tell you about that too.

I'm also a sad man.

They also often walk alone in the rain when it rains.

It's just that I don't want to tell you about my sorrow.

I don't want my sorrow to add to your sorrow.

The farthest distance in the world.

Tagore. The farthest distance in the world.

Not the distance between life and death.

but I stand before you.

But you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not me standing in front of you.

But you don't know that I love you.

It's love to obsession.

But you can't say I love you.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I love you.

It's about you being in pain.

But I can only bury it deep in my heart.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that I can't say I miss you.

It's about loving one another.

But they can't be together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not about loving one another.

But they can't be together.

But it was obviously impossible to resist this breath.

But I have to pretend I don't care.

The farthest distance in the world is not that it is obviously impossible to resist this breath.

But I have to pretend I don't care.

but with an indifferent heart.

Between you and the people who love you.

A ditch was dug that could not be crossed.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not tree-to-tree distance.

It's a branch that grows from the same root.

But they can't cling to each other in the wind.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not that the branches can't cling to each other.

It's stars looking at each other.

But there is no intersecting trajectory.

The farthest distance in the world.

Not a trajectory between the stars.

Rather, even though trajectories intersect.

But in the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be found.

The farthest distance in the world.

It's not like you're nowhere to be found in an instant.

Rather, they have not yet met.

It is destined not to be able to get together.

The farthest distance in the world.

It is the distance between the fish and the bird.

One in the day. One dives deep to the bottom of the sea.

"Error" Zheng Chouyu.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face that waits in the seasons is like the blossoming and falling of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a small, lonely city.

Just like the bluestone streets to the evening.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful bugs.

I am not a naturalist.

It's a passerby......

A flowering tree (Xi Murong).

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Stagnant water. Smell a lot).

It's a desperate stagnant water, and the breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to have more broken copper and iron, and splash your leftovers.