Stringing together an article with song titles

The story of Jay Chou's song - "Her" I just want to "simply love", but due to "perfectionism", I'm like a "coward", "I can't open my mouth", every time I face her, my heart beats so hard, I'm too shy to look at her straight in the eyes, my heart is doing "the battle of the beasts", I don't know what to do, I have to "be quiet" and watch the Spaniards "bullfighting", she's become someone else's "lovely woman", I'm I sent her a "code word" and she stopped receiving it. On a starry night, I met her at the Broken Bridge and said to her, "You are happier than before, aren't you?" She didn't understand my "black humor". I said, "I'm sorry," and tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, then she sobbed, "I don't love you anymore." I knew it was most likely "Excuses" and the diamond ring on her finger was there, which I had given her. I told her it was left to me by my Grandma to give to someone I love dearly, and she immediately agreed and asked me to put it on her. In Coffee Shop, she had said, "As long as she still loves me, the diamond ring will be on my finger forever." But I still wasn't confident, and I doubted my ability to keep her by my side. I put my hands together and swore in the Name of the Father, merciful Father you can hear me, can't you? I regret not letting her know how much she means to me, how much I love her. I had a feeling that we were together in a previous life, that we had loved each other before the beginning of time, and that we would be together in this life, otherwise I would have felt that this life was only for her - I had just found out that she was married to someone else's wife in Islamabad, and I felt that the end of the world had come, and that I was like a poor snail, or an annoying old Indian spot, and that the world was coming to an end, and that I would be a poor, poor snail. I am like a poor snail, or rather a disgusting old Indian turtledove, without her, "my land" has fallen into the eerie "William Castle", I degenerated "for the Orc", and at this moment even the "tea made by Grandpa" has become white water, I really want to sing a song to make the "East Wind Break". I played "Dragon Fist", practiced "Double Swords", learned ninjas to play "nunchucks", and threw out a gust of "tornado" to vent their feelings, but unfortunately, all to no avail. Is my relationship with her really going to run aground? Will our relationship be like a broken string that can no longer be picked up and played beautifully? I smoked a stifling cigarette, inhaled hard, and then slowly exhaled, and at the same time, my thoughts of her and swallowed the "smoke ring," as the same, infinite expansion, and finally turned into a wisp of sadness -- I decided to leave far from the "train grips" to go to the "train to go to" I opened the "Peninsula iron box," which is the "Milan's small blacksmith" for us to make the "Peninsula iron box. I opened the Peninsula Box, which had been made for us by the little blacksmith from Milan, with the inscription: "Shanghai? Inside is a photo of me and her. The photos were connected to the "track" of our love, and I felt as if I were traveling back in time by the "clock in the opposite direction". I remember that we were in the same class of three years, and we met on a sunny day in early summer on the beautiful grass of the terraces. Her eyelashes" y attracted me, I couldn't resist, from that moment onwards, fell into the "love cliff", since then "seven miles" under the tree can often see our "chaotic dance spring and autumn" figure, we have the same character, in playing life we are almost "the same tune". Forget it. Tomorrow we will take part in the Last Battle. The General" will swear with us "to fight for peace, to fight for justice - "to stop the death of war", we have to use our death to stop the war.