Unable to explain, you and I meet in this life, in the end, what kind of fate, so that you and I into each other's hearts, difficult to part with, difficult to forget, pain in the heart.
Because of knowing each other, and choose to keep each other, and because of what, choose to leave each other. Such as paint days in the memory of warm, sweet, a scene, how to wipe not to.
How should I save my grief, so that it is no longer painful; and how should I keep my memories, no longer remembered in the lonely night. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not going to be able to do it.
You should forget about you and live your own life again. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. How do I find, but I can not do, memories are a kind of poison, bitter no one knows, there is no Mengbo soup, can not forget?
Break up, is the most cruel farewell in the world of love, like a slap, hard to pump in the face, pain without trace, thoughts without end, red dust most fall forced time, a despair.
"You still love her". Yes, I still love her, deep love in the past. Thousands of times, thousands of turns, only want to get her a smile, a gentle kiss.
The folded heart of time is scattered all over every piece of land, my feet are stained, the body is fumigated, the soul is rendered. I have lost myself in the muddle and the float.
The dark sky, as heavy as the parting, can't help but add to the heart. My heart, my world is raining, drenched myself.
Will you hear me cry, so as to stop my sadness? How I would like to play such a play in reality, the protagonist is our love. Flowers held in your hands, I hold the ring, I can no longer restrain the excitement of my heart at this time, I finally have happiness, the stage of life, I long for you to accompany me with the show, together with the curtain, accept the applause like a tidal wave of overflowing; however, I know that, back to reality, that is just a fantasy dream.
The reality of love has no end, the reality of the blessing of the six gods, the reality of love barren as empty, the reality of the sweet is just a dream. The dream is just a dream, and in the end, it turns into my innocent blessing to you.
The word "no connection" obscures your love for me for too long. I don't know if it's because I have no intention, or you are ruthless, or the heaven's trick, in short, you are happy, it is enough, I am very satisfied.
The first thing you need to do is to get the right person, and then you have to love him or her. Even if you can't keep each other in the end, you will learn a lot from it, which is also a rare harvest.
The thin waist for the gentleman system, long hair for the gentleman to stay, there are a thousand knots, section of the festival love to dream. You can't see that the Yangtze River flows eastward, and it's not going to come back.
Love is a kind of no regrets, a willingness to wait. Even if the end of the world, it is difficult to keep together in this life, I miss you like a starry moon, a cup of wine, read your mind, to solve your sorrows.
Please allow me to slow down the time, twist the dream. I still can't do a merciless person, the red dust pathway passed, countless smoke willow, or you have a love affair.
There is no longer an ability to reunite you and me together. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the stuff I've been thinking about, and then I'm going to go back to my old life. I want to write a letter to you quietly, I want to write a letter to you anonymously: I want to solemnly wish you a lifetime of peace?
You say, can be good?