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I always want to quit smoking.

It's like quitting you.

It is not known when such a decision will be implemented.

How many nights.

You leaned on my shoulder and smiled like a child.

And I had to believe it.

Someday you will be gone.

That's the mood at my age.

In fact, it should have been indifferent whether it was sad or not.

There have been too many.

There have been too many.

There seems to be nothing that cannot be discarded.

But in the face of you, I lost these courages.

I don't know exactly what I smoke for.

I can't seem to find any reason to love you.

Maybe you're like smoke.

Pervasive, ubiquitous, elusive.

Always in your eyes.

See that forgotten self.

I always thought that only you knew.

There are a lot of things I can't afford to gamble on anymore.

Why don't I meet you sooner.

It's still too late for everything.

Why not leave you early.

While it's still too late.

It doesn't matter what you have.

It doesn't matter if you lose.

But how I want to hold on to you to tell you.

None of this is what I want.

This road is so difficult to walk without you.

In the wind and rain, I only think about you.

That's when I realized how easy it was to quit smoking.

It's too hard to quit you. It's hard to give up, it's hard to stay, it's hard to tell.

Dreams don't wake up, they don't break, they can't start from scratch.

You seem to be illusion, like reality, like smoke filling my heart.

Fate is inseparable, difficult to solve, and difficult to wait.

You can't be wrong, you don't want to be wrong, you don't want to be

You are hidden in my heart today, in this life, in this world.

If you can't write poetry, you can't write it, what's wrong with writing what is in your heart. Poetry is nothing more than form.

What's the point of letting someone else write it, and you show it to her.

It's that it's all about your own feelings, what's the use of having so many forms.

"Fortune Operator: Not Love Comes to the Wind and Dust".

Yan Ruiyuan. It's not about loving the wind and dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge.

Flowers fall and bloom from time to time, always thanks to the monarch of the East.

If you go, you must go, and you must live how you live!

If the head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave returns.

Let's have another song of Zhou Zizhi, which is also very good.

Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying flotsam. Teardrops are rated as empty and look at each other. A stream of smoke and willows hangs down, and there is no reason to live in a blue boat.

The geese pass the slanting sun, and the grass is smoky. Now there are countless sorrows. The Ming Dynasty and don't think about it, how to live tonight.

Flower language I am, lotus girl, heartfelt tears like rain.

If you see lotus tears, can you know how bitter the lotus is?

I am, the Lotus Girl, but I just made a promise with you.

Sing for you tonight, every sentence is a sad song.

I am, the lotus girl, dancing for the morning and twilight.

How many things have you seen in the world?

The only confidants are me and you.

I was originally a lotus girl, and I was a poet with you in my dreams.

I hope that there will be lovers in the world who will become a family one day.

I am, Lotus Girl, please remember a piece of heart.

On the day when the lotus flowers bloomed in his year, the flowers brought my blessings.

Mo Dao beauty is always stupid, and she is not cheap.

Just because he will do everything in the world, he will cause sorrow and sorrow.

The flowers are resting, the scenery in the guest is over, and there is some season.

The people in the courtyard said goodbye at dusk, and the tears turned into red blood.

The rivers and mountains are close at hand, and the eyes are shocked, and the soul is broken.

The dream is broken, and the horn blows down the plum blossom moon.

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late.

Abandon the silk and don't go back, and work hard to add food"

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan;

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable;

Lishan language is half a night, and the tears and rain are not complaining; Right.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the day of the wings!

The autumn breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright;

The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened;

Lovesick people know when they meet, and they are embarrassed at this night;

Enter my lovesick door. I know that I am lovesick;

Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembred, and Sauvignon Blanc is endless;

I knew it was so stumbling, and I didn't know each other at the beginning.

Listening to the song can be expressed, listening to Wang Sulong is very comfortable, very quiet, and will forget everything.