There is a kind of helplessness, knowing that you should give up, but you can not stop.
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On the rainy night, the wind stepped on the rhythm of thunder, mixed with the drumbeat of hail, in the mountains, in the forest, in front of the house ran unchecked.
I am bewildered to taste the bitterness of loneliness and the fragrance of lovesickness alone, and I want to use a cup of tea to relieve the sourness in my heart.
Whose melody, disturbing my thoughts? Turning over the eyes of the `Tang poetry and Song lyrics, can not find the words depicting your chapter; push the rhyme, can not play a love. The ancient writers and artists, how do they know that you and I meet in our dreams, but also love each other; look at each other from afar, but also tenderness and complexity. I've been waiting for the dream to come true.
Whose voice woke up my dormant passion? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Thoughts, quietly from the heart of the road, you do not wet clothes, lost eyelids, you have to go far, far away, a faraway place called the other side of the shore.
I don't know from which day, your look back smile, although can't pour city and country, is the most beautiful memory in my heart, always want to pen for you to paint the heart, a thousand years of waiting for not only a beautiful shoulder, a hundred years of cultivation, but also for the warmth of the smile of the Bo you look back.
The red dust path, you do not accidentally smashed my choice, I have no choice. In this life, you are my only beautiful scenery, only for you to be intoxicated, for you to express love, for you to be crazy, for you to be broken, for you to embrace loneliness, caressing sleeplessness, playing the heart, writing love.
The long night, you and for whom the heart is broken, for whom charming? Spring, summer, fall and winter, I played for you to think, write love.
In my previous life, did I cross your shore? In the flowers and you walk or dance around? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this. Have you ever made a promise to repay the debt of love in this life? On the road to the rest of our lives, can we hold hands and walk in song? Can I sleep with you in my arms during the long night? Can I kiss your sadness with my sincere lips? Can I hold a small umbrella for you in the stormy road? Can I measure the distance of the sky into a stone's throw? Who will share the loneliness? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I would like to make your photo into a book, and every time I turn the page, you will be smiling like a flower, and you will be in love with me.
I would like to set you in my words, every minute and every second, to see you cover your mouth and laugh, endless fun, eyes like a demon.
Let me lonely when savoring, lonely when recalling, happy when intoxicated, sad when relieved, calm when relieved, drunk when embracing you singing, waking up when embracing you whispering, dreaming of indulgence in passion .......