Singing randomly
When we were young, we felt the warm wind and the familiar smell of marshmallows on the roadside. How many hours have the alleys changed? How many hours have the hands moved and how many children have grown? I seem to have forgotten that when I was a child, I didn’t know how to have a schoolbag full of cartoons, play on eight-bit computers, play after class, and sleep in class. What did the teacher say? I don’t know what the exam cheat sheets were, and cheating notes. The teacher smiled mischievously and was not as proud as I was when I was admitted to high school. The white feathers on the shuttlecock, the cloth bag made by grandma, a rubber band, the blossoms of Malan, the dance of 2021, the dance of dolls, the smell of green fruits, the show of affection from the girl at the next table makes me blush and my heart is beating wildly, singing, no matter how great our singing style is, we We are all here. We love the taste of lollipops. We are happy. Sing our songs randomly. No matter how hard the rain is, we are still here. Love the taste of orange water. We are happy. When we were children, the warm wind blew warm feelings. I feel the familiar smell of marshmallows on the roadside. How many hours have passed? How many hours have the hands moved? How much have the children grown up? It seems that I have forgotten that when I was a child, I still don’t know the big tricks of the eight-bit computer after class, and having fun in class. What did the teacher say when I was sleeping? I didn’t know the exam cheat sheets. The cheating notes made me smile mischievously. The teacher was not as proud as I was to get high school. The white feathers on the shuttlecock, the cloth bag patched by grandma, a rubber band, the Malan blossoms, 2021 dance, the baby’s dance, the smell of green fruits The show of kindness from the girl at the next table made me blush and my heart beat. No matter how loud our singing style is, we are all here. We love the taste of lollipops. We are happy. No matter how loud the rain is, we will still sing. We love the taste of orange water the most here. We are happy. No matter how loud our singing style is, we are all here. The taste of lollipops is the most popular here. We are happy. Sing the song randomly. No matter how loud the rain is, we are We are happy here because we love the taste of orange water the most, let’s sing our songs~~~~~
Chaoxue
The sound of old bells surrounds Ilfes The coniferous forest in the theater stares coldly at the sleeping people in the silent harbor. The sun is about to usher in a new day. I have been escorted to the execution ground of despair in the morning mist. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I go to a distant place alone. There is no way to realize the beautiful dream I promised. I think about it. There is still a little sadness in my heart. The dead leaves rustle under my feet and tell me my heartfelt silence. Baojing: A solo waltz with the melody of the waltz. Is there only loneliness left in the future? Tell me how to continue. Our past is swallowed up in today. In the obscure morning light, a sad rain of blood falls next to the gallows. Watch the soul hold up the stubborn body and continue to spin. In a world without you, Lake Baikal is precipitated with loneliness. The night is crying. The lone star cuts through the sky with a knife. Everything has already been suffocated. The rain dances on the leaves. The lonely footsteps can’t bear to look back at the dancing rain, the dancing leaves, life is more cruel, I won’t admit defeat, and I don’t want to admit defeat, but reality is called cruelty. There are many gray crossroads behind our shadows. The corners of a smile cannot hide the humble philosophy of survival of life. Teach me that the more hypocritical the world is, the more beautiful it is. The wandering street guitarist is ready to play a song. Its name is Decadent. Some footsteps begin to ring at the door of the theater, waiting for the next stage of life's pantomime and withering. Not everyone can fail. But not everyone can be invincible in the storm. I don’t think about whether there will be reincarnation at the end of life. I dare not look at the crying roses in the corner. Some people only understand the feeling of possession after losing them. I clearly heard the confessions in the church one after another under the black and white lens. The rose is withering, the smell is hanging upside down in the sky, a circle of loneliness is falling quickly, the rain is dancing, the leaves are flying, the lonely footsteps can't bear to look back on the rain, the leaves are flying, life is more cruel, I won't give in, the rain is dancing, the leaves are flying, the lonely footsteps can't bear to look back on the rain. The leaves are dancing
The old enemy of Tian Long Ba Bu
Where will I see you? Could it be that the past has been destined to fly through time and space, but the distance is limited by the sword, light and shadow, and the spring flowers in March gradually wake up and are far away Time, who grows old, is a calamity, is fate, follow my heart, except you, all enemies are invulnerable, when the grudges are divided in half, how can I surround myself, look at the lanterns, stained with blood, seek revenge, it's too late, under the moon, the doorman sighs. Last night, there was peace in Chang'an, and the stars will turn around in the sky. My fate is determined. I'm waiting for my final strokes. The ink marks have dried. The old enemy has come to attack. I borrowed your loneliness in this life. I'm afraid it's hard to return to the snow and rain that haunts the isolated island. Who will stop and pick a star on the sea to accompany me all night long. The coffin is buried deep in the valley. There is no eternity. Secretly involved in the rivers and lakes, no one can escape the fate. When the grudges are divided in half, how can I circle the lanterns and see the blood-red dye? It's too late to seek revenge. Under the moon, the doorman sighed. Last night was peaceful in Chang'an. The stars in the sky turned around. My fate has been determined, waiting for the final ink mark. The old enemy has come to invade me. I borrowed your loneliness. I’m afraid it’s hard to repay the grudges in this life. How can I encircle you and look at the lanterns stained with blood? Seeking revenge is too much.
Under the late moon, the doorman lamented that last night there was peace in Chang'an and that day the stars turned around. My destiny has been decided, waiting for the last ink marks to dry. The old enemy has come to invade me. I borrowed your loneliness and I'm afraid I can't return it in this life.
Without makeup
It’s another quiet night, sitting alone in a rocking chair to enjoy the coolness. I admit that it’s really peaceful like this. Like the old man downstairs, I heard that you’re still working on something original, and it seems like that’s all. It’s better to take some time to think about it. I look like this. I put on beautiful makeup tonight (I believe it is a very beautiful outfit). I am shaking in the middle of the dance floor (you can imagine that kind of posture). Why bother when I make my change? Then please don’t meet me. If I look at you again, will you? I still have the feeling that I had to be as pure as possible when I was barefaced. I didn’t have to put on mature eyeliner or evenly apply foundation.
Taking photos in a rainstorm while walking around and laughing at other people’s faces. If I look at you again, will I still feel the same? I feel that the most real joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys were all buried in yesterday
Without any kind of vigorous performance, I miss those years, don’t miss them, and I can’t go back to the moments when we met before. Is it an illusion?
p>Those things that have gone by will never come back again. The vigorous and unadulterated performances in those years have a feeling of regret. Why do I feel that the naked face has disappeared
The funeral of roses
After being away from you for a hundred weeks, I'm back here looking for evidence of our love. No one wants to mention the rose. It's the past. Today's theme here is I call it memory. I know this thing about love. It doesn't make sense. The past is between me and you. We are together, I am too rebellious, and now I am the only one left
I secretly miss you at the funeral of roses, burying the memories of love, I feel my hands are paralyzed, I can’t help myself, I can’t hold you, you are so beautiful, I said I want to do the fireworks that day I married you in a floral dress. At the funeral of the roses, I buried the deeply loved you. The broken flowers stopped breathing and seeped into the earth. No one would notice. A small raindrop stayed with me and waited for dawn. I used this last minute to miss you. I was shrouded in the night. Sneaking on the overpass, every step has traces of you and my past. The tenderness, intoxication, noise, and sobriety are still spinning around at my feet. I didn’t have time to hand you the red rose. Love is like a rain that has left me. You said A love that is too bright will wither in the end. The funeral of roses buries the memories of you. I feel my hands are numb and I can’t help myself. It’s so beautiful. The fireworks rain on that day. I said I want to marry you in a floral dress. The funeral of roses. Bury the deeply loved you
The remaining flowers stopped breathing and seeped into the earth. No one would notice. A small raindrop stayed with me until dawn. I spend the last minute missing you. I always think about the past and complain about myself. I accidentally thought of you. Now you are too far away and can only stay in my memory. The funeral of roses buried the memories about you. I feel my hands are numb and I can't help myself. I can't hold you. You are so beautiful. The fireworks rain that day, I said I want to marry you. You in the floral dress, at the funeral of the roses, buried the deeply loved you, the remaining flowers stopped breathing and seeped into the earth, no one would notice. A small raindrop stayed with me until dawn
I use this last minute to miss you. I use this last minute~~
Chengfu
After you left, the summer turned into an autumn. In my book, your regular characters, beautiful face and clear eyes, announced word by word that we broke up peacefully. It was so euphemistic. The communication also brings a little solicitation for you. It has become the wind. The rain has fallen in the wrong season. The tenderness in the bright eyes has turned into nothing. There are layers of walls to trap your heart. If there is no way to look back, there is nothing wrong with this. How big is your city? How stupid is my love? Am I too stupid or too serious? I fantasize about living a life with you. How deep is your city? How stupid is my love? I don’t want to ask anymore and I can’t hate. After all, you are the person I love most. The look in your eyes. It looks so innocent. When did your clean soul start to become full of scars? It’s okay to wear a mask. If you don’t love, there are so many paradoxes in this world. If you are careful, you may not get full marks. There is something missing between us. How much trust, but in the end, I still didn’t open the door of my heart. How deep is your city? How stupid is my love? Am I too stupid or too serious? I fantasize about living a life with you. How deep is your city? How stupid is my love? I don’t want to ask anymore. I can't hate you. After all, you are the person I love most. I once asked myself with a wry smile, if you would also cry when you took off your disguise one night. How deep is your city? How stupid I love you. I am too stupid. I am still too serious about my fantasy of living a life with you. How deep your city is. How stupid I love you. I don’t want to ask anymore and I can’t hate you. After all, you are the one who loved me
Broken Bridge Can Snow
< p>The broken-winged dead leaf butterfly that cannot find the flower will never be seen. The eaves of the small bridge under the night in the south of the Yangtze River cannot be read. The wilderness in the north of Saibei. When the plum blossoms bloom, they are lingering because of loneliness. After the return of spring, they are quickly annihilated. I am left alone to watch the fireworks. After swaying all over the sky, it drifted away with the wind. Has it snowed on the broken bridge? I looked at the cold moon in the water like snow on the lake and gently melted it with my fingertips. Did it snow on the broken bridge?After the snow, I think of your face again. If I don’t have the chance to see you again, I’ll shed tears on the white embankment and the willow curtains many times. I can’t find the flowers. I can’t find the broken-winged leaf butterfly. I can never see the withered small bridges in the south of the Yangtze River. The eaves of the bridges under the night. I can’t read the wilderness of Saibei because of the plum blossom season. Lonely and lingering, after spring comes back, it quickly disappears, leaving me alone to watch the fireworks flying all over the sky and swaying, then drifting away with the wind
If you become the wind
Be good, my little darling, the way you are So cute. Every boy chasing you is super awesome. But I’m thinking about how to say hi. I’m so shy. What should I do if I keep going like this? Love is sweet and sour. I’m not a boss. I don’t have a big house. If I give you a rose, can you give me chance? I don’t want to see it. Time flies by bit by bit. The old master is wearing a wig. I don’t want a three-inch golden lotus. I want to dance with you in a miniskirt. I just want to take you home to see my mother. If you turn into the wind, I will turn into the rain to protect you. If you smile, you will become a beauty. If you turn into the wind, I will protect you. Transformed into rain, love is locked between my eyebrows, like water, the past is floating. On weekends, I find an excuse to go boating with you with a pot of sake. The river water is long. My heart is long. This feeling is just 4u. It is calm on the surface. In fact, it has already been turbulent in my heart. Fate Zi Jue has been reincarnated several times. You have locked your eyebrows. Ouch, yours. My mood controls my mood. Although some problems are really difficult to solve, I am still full of confidence. The old master is wearing a wig. I don’t want three-inch golden lotus. I want to dance with you in a miniskirt. I just want to take you home to see my mother. If you turn into the wind, I will turn into the rain to protect you. A smile beside you is a beauty, if you turn into me, turn into rain, love locked between eyebrows, like water, the past is fleeting
Superfluous explanation
At that time, there were some problems with our relationship, but I I’m not sure what the problem is. Your expressionless words don’t have much meaning.
Just treat it like I’m begging you to give me some explanation. Okay. I guess you’re just temporarily suppressing your mood and won’t ask you any more questions. To give you some concern, I called you and asked you to watch the latest movie. You said you were very busy at work and had to work overtime until late at night. It was winter. I wanted to buy you a scarf because I was afraid that I was not good at discerning. So I asked my sister who follows the trend to come with me to chat and laugh with her. To relieve my recent bad mood, I meet you at the next corner. She is just my sister. My sister said that purple is very charming. She is just my sister. I am worried whether you misunderstood that she is just my sister. You don’t care about this explanation
I was not mentally prepared to see someone beside you. I don’t know who he was. There were some problems in our relationship at that time, but I didn’t quite know what the problem was. Your expressionless words left little meaning. Just treat me as me. Please give me some explanation. It’s winter and I want to buy you a scarf. I’m afraid that I don’t have good taste, so I asked my sister who follows the trend to join me. I talked and laughed with my sister to relieve my recent bad mood. I met you at the next corner. She is just me. My sister said that purple is very charming. She is just my sister. I am worried that you may misunderstand that she is just my sister. You don’t care about this explanation. I am not mentally prepared to see someone beside you who I don’t know who is wearing a purple scarf. When it's in your hand, you put it in your bag and say thank you. You have to work overtime, but you show up here. The ending of the story doesn't need any explanation. She's just my sister. My sister said purple has a charm. She's just my sister. I'm worried about whether you misunderstood. She's just my sister. You don't care about this explanation
I'm not mentally prepared to see someone beside you. I don't know who he is. She's just my sister. My sister said purple is very charming. She's just my sister. I'm worried that you misunderstood that she is just my sister. You don't care about this explanation. I am not mentally prepared to see someone beside you who I don't know who he is
Qingming Yushang
The first dawn shines through the window and the sun shines on the West Bridge. The clouds are swaying, thinking of you. The corners of your clothes were slightly swaying in the wind. The wood carvings are flowing with gold. The ripples of the years were closed seven years ago. Because I have only spent my life for you. The rain has wet my eyes. I lean on the well every year and look forward to returning to the hall. I am most afraid. Before I know it, I have shed two lines of tears. I am wandering in the world and cannot find your paradise. I put the bottle in the east and the mirror in the west. I wish I could not forget it. It’s the Qingming rain. I fold the chrysanthemums and send them to you. Sing your favorite song softly. There is a piano in the distance. I am stunned, the voice of the empty soul urges the sky to rain, and I tell my thoughts to myself. I listen to the shadow of the moon, the fireworks, the candles, the red dust, and the old dreams are all gone. The rain wets my eyes every year. I can't find your paradise in the world. I put it in the east bottle in the west mirror. I wish I couldn't forget it. It's the Qingming rain again. I fold the chrysanthemums and send them to you. Let your favorite song play softly. I can't find your paradise in the world. I can't find it in the east bottle. I wish I couldn't forget it. It's the Qingming rain again. The folded chrysanthemums are sent to you. I sing your favorite song softly
In imagination
In imagination the rain has passed. A rainbow raised its head in the purple-gray sky. I imagined that efforts would yield results without any reservation. The promise in the envelope was imagined. I imagined that I would love you for a long time this time. I experienced the tenderness and passionate love in your eyes. After that, you suddenly froze and became completely different. Give me the thought
Xiangzhong is very disappointed. Everything is different from what he imagined. I admit that I used to be so moved. You are not as nostalgic as I imagined. Memories cannot replace your tenderness. In the end, I didn’t pretend to be indifferent. I turned my head. Why did I shed a tear? I am not as fragile as I imagined. After we separated, my heart and eyebrows became thinner. After spending several years together, I realized that love is not about chasing and possessing
千百度
How can I sleep in the cold in the Guan Waiye store? Two pieces of snow and wind blowing unabated all night, just a poor thin horse that didn't get a good rest, falling into a dream, how many months did it wake up, the past few years, the past is sad and beautiful, the love is shallow, the two hands are close, the partridges are complaining, I can hear the old couplets in front of the hall, they can't fly back, they are red. Who will reveal the faded ink? I have searched for you thousands of times from sunrise to dusk. I have been ups and downs. I have searched for you thousands of times, prosperity and decline year by year. But you are never in the dimly lit place.
Why not
< p>The sky really wants to rain, I really want to live next door to you, standing stupidly downstairs in your house, raising my head and counting the dark clouds. If a piano appears in the scene, I will sing to you, even if there are many basins of water pouring down, summer is about to pass, please stop. When it’s cold, don’t wear short skirts when buying ice cream. Stop being so naughty. If you’re not so happy sometimes, I’m willing to lend you Grommy. You actually understand what I mean. Singing this song for you has no style. It just means that I want to give you happiness. Thaw the ice for you, be a moth to the flame for you, nothing is unworthy, sing this song for you, it has no style, it just means I hope you are happy, tossing and turning for you, giving up the world for you, why not? The end of summer and the coolness of autumn It has a little warmth and the color of the changing seasonsHalf City of Smoke and Sand
Some love is like a broken paper kite with a sad ending and the remaining thread in the hand. Some hate is like a circle where grievances cannot be repaid, just to complete one My long-cherished wish, how much blood I will pay, the words of loyalty, the lies that I deceive myself and others, some love that lingers in the misery, the moon and sunset in the window, some hatred hidden but speechless, turning the wind and snow into a sword, just to fulfill a long-cherished wish, how to distinguish between evil and good in chaos The flying sand and wolf smoke will cause chaos. I only have sorrow. Half of the city is filled with smoke and sand. Soldiers are approaching the pond. Gold and iron horses are fighting for someone. The world will become thousands of bones. How many white hair are sent away. Half the city. Smoke and sand are falling with the wind. There is still a trace of concern in my hand. I just hope to return to the field. Removing the armor can also bring back the tea you brewed. Some emotions are reflected in the suffering, and the moon and sunset are lingering in the window. Some hatred is hidden but speechless, and the wind and snow are turned into swords, just to fulfill a long-cherished wish. How to distinguish between evil and good in the chaos. There will be chaos, but I will only add sorrow to half the city. Smoke and sand are coming. Soldiers are approaching the pond, and gold and iron horses are fighting for someone. Who will fight for the world? Ten thousand bones will be withered. How many white hair will be sent away? Half of the city, smoke and sand will fall with the wind. There is still a ray of care in my hand. I just hope to return to the field, take off my armor and return. Can I take back the tea you brewed? Half the city is filled with smoke and sand. Soldiers are approaching the pond. Fighting for the world with gold and iron horses. Will become thousands of bones and wither. How many white hair are sent away? Half the city is filled with smoke and sand. Blood and tears are falling. The broken horse is cracked. The armor is red. The end of the world is reincarnated. You brought the February flowers in your mouth
Tears in love (feat. An Qi)
You turned your face to show that you didn’t care, I was silent and turned a blind eye to it all, trying to hide each other Suffering misunderstandings have accumulated to a certain extent. No matter where you go, you have to decide the winner. After the end, you smile numbly and cry. The tears that flowed in love let time slowly bake and evaporate the willful aftertaste. Let us fully appreciate the flow of love. Tears have changed from deep-seated to indifferent. Those fragments of happiness are comforts. The fragments of happiness are comforts
Admit your mistake
That afternoon I stood at the door of your house. You bit your lips and still said goodbye to me. Your retention and tears are all in vain. Maybe I should reap the bitter fruit of your accommodation. I have never understood enough and thought that love is strong. There is no need for a reason. My heart begins to tremble. I understand your discomfort, but your expression has become cold. It is all my fault. Now admit it. It's useless. You said you no longer love me. I'll take you to recall the happy time and space. You just advised me not to be persistent. It's all my fault. Is there any use in admitting my mistake now? You said you like the life you live now. You take me to recall the mutual love. The torture also told me not to come again and admit my mistakes. That afternoon, I stood at the door of your house. You bit your lips and still said the breakup. My attempts to stay and my tears were all in vain. Maybe I should reap the bitter consequences. I have never understood enough about your accommodation. There is no reason to think that love is strong. My heart starts to tremble. I understand your discomfort, but your expression has become cold. It’s all my fault. Is there any use in admitting your mistake now? You said you no longer love me. I will take you to recall the happy time and space. You are just persuading me. I don't need to be obsessed anymore. It's all my fault. Is there any use in admitting it now? You said you like the life you live now. You took me to recall the torture of each other in love and told me not to come back. It's all my fault. Is there any use in admitting it now? You tell me. You no longer love me. I took you to recall the happy time and space. You just advised me not to be persistent. It was all my fault. Is there any use in admitting my mistake now? You said you like the life you live now. You took me to recall the mutual torture in love and told me. Don’t admit mistakes again
Gray avatar
I had a dream last night in which we returned to the lost place where we woke up holding hands.
Unable to express my feelings, I opened oicq. The chat history stopped. In the late autumn of last year, the last words were not spoken. We are still friends, the most distant friends. The tenderness you gave me is all preserved in the record. Your gray avatar will not jump again, even if it is. A simple greeting and a heart-to-heart communication. It’s so sad to flip through the pages. What’s falling into the sky and remembering what you said to stay with me until the end? The warm dreams turn into cold shackles. If we turn back time, what can we hold on to? Open oicq chat The record stopped in the late autumn of last year. The last words were left unsaid. We are still friends. They are the most distant friends. The tenderness you gave me is all preserved in the record. Your gray avatar will not beat again. Even a simple greeting is considerate. How sad it is to read page after page of communication. What is falling into the sky? I think of what you once said to accompany me until the end. The warm dreams turned into cold shackles. If we could turn back time, what could we hold on to? When I discovered that the so-called waking up was actually another dream. (You are not in this world) The thick fog that cannot be dispersed at the exit of the dream is too heavy (You are not in this world) Even if I screamed and begged you to stay and don’t leave, it was useless. The gray avatar is silent and will not beat mine anymore. Despair overflows from the chest, what is falling and rising into the sky? Your gray head will no longer beat. Warm dreams turn into cold shackles. What can we hold on to if we turn back time?
Luzhou Moon
儿 I stole the light of someone's house when I went uncombed for ten years. Now I am reading under the lamp. The red sleeves add fragrance. Half my life is just a false name. In March, all the way, the haze and the orioles are flying. The grass is growing and the catkins are flying. I see my hometown. I don't know if I love you. Still in Luyang, lovers on a wisp of black hair, a lifetime treasure, go in and out, sigh at the red pills beside the double bridge, the night is too long, the moon is shaking, people are also hesitant, a song of departure comes from the wupeng, the moonlight of Luzhou shines on my heart, you under the moon It’s no longer the same as it used to be. There are so many hurts that it’s hard to express my heartfelt sigh. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. The moonlight in Luzhou, the pear blossoms, the cool rain, and who are you now? The moonlight in my hometown is deeply engraved in my heart, but I can’t shed the tears of those days. The moon is hazy all the way, the orioles are flying, the grass is growing, and the catkins are flying. I see my hometown. I don’t know if you in my heart are still in Luyang. A wisp of black hair is a treasure for life. The lovers on the bridge come in and out of the double bridge. The red medicine sighs. The night is too long. The moon is shaking. People are also hesitant. A song of departure came from Pengli. The moonlight in Luzhou shines in my heart. You are no longer the same as before. There was too much sadness to express my heartfelt sigh. At that time, I just said it was ordinary. The moonlight in Luzhou, the pear blossoms and the cool rain. Who are you now? The moonlight of my hometown beside me is deeply engraved in my heart, but I can’t shed the tears of the past. The moonlight of Luzhou has too many wounds in my heart to express my heartfelt feelings. Whose side are you now? I can’t shed the tears of the past. The moonlight of Luzhou The moonlight that shines on my heart is no longer the same as it used to be. There are too many sorrows to express my heartfelt sigh. At that time, I just said it was ordinary. Luzhou moonlight, pear blossoms, cool rain, who are you now? The hometown moonlight is deeply imprinted on my heart, but I can’t shed the tears of those days
Your back in the cinema is still so pure and charming, with a charming charm. We broke up yesterday at a strange distance and you couldn’t hold back your tears. Di also asked me why people who love each other can't be together. No one knows about your past. Even if you search, you can't find the only photo of the two of us. You are smiling sweetly. I admire your skills in playing love so cleverly. It has already been designed in your heart. When did you throw me away? I admire your skills in playing love so beautifully. But your heart is not worthy of your appearance. I should be glad that I successfully escaped. We broke up yesterday and you couldn't stop the tears. You asked me why I fell in love with you. We can’t be together. No one knows about your past. Even if you search, you can’t find the only photo of us together. You are sweet and smiling. I admire your skills in playing love so cleverly. You have already planned in your heart when to throw me away. I admire you. Your skills play with love in such a fancy way, but your heart is not worthy of your appearance. I should be glad that I successfully escaped. I also know that there are not so many fairy tales in this world, but I still have a little illusion about true love, so I deserve to bear the illusion and The gap between reality, although in their eyes I am a fool. I also know that there are not so many fairy tales in this world, but I still always have a little illusion about true love, so I deserve to bear the gap between fantasy and reality. Although in their eyes, I am a fool. I am a fool in your eyes. I admire your skills in playing with love so cleverly. In your heart, you have already planned when to throw me away. I admire your skills in playing with love in such a fancy way. But your heart is not worthy of you. I should be grateful for my successful escape
On the constellation book
The stars light up and the sea water wrinkles. The salty evening breeze blows away the residual heat around you and I. We don’t have enough trust in each other. There are still cracks. Why do I feel a little strange? Running along the coast looking for the island that belongs to us. There are some question marks that may not be important to you. It has been a long time since we had a deep conversation and a long time since we hugged. I opened the book and looked for the answer. The zodiac sign said that we are not compatible with me. not worthy of you
I was so sad, and then I thought about it, maybe it was just a coincidence. How did the writer of our story understand that the zodiac sign said that we were not compatible? Finally, I secretly tore out the page. Real love is unpredictable, why should I let you know, even if you knew it earlier
< p>If at that timeWhy were you nice to me then and why are you so cold now? I know love is hard to stop. It’s not mine anyway, and I shouldn’t want you and me to have the same hobbies. Whose ears are always haunted by quatrains. The two of us talked in classical Chinese. It was really funny and I laughed. Cao Cao was greedy for Xiao Qiao. The sky was gray and the rain was falling, and my vision was going to be blurry. At this time, I felt that your important love was gone and my heart was gone. You said you were leaving and I sang the last ancient ballad for you. The pouring red rain brought back memories. How do you hide in your beautiful eyes and flow like they used to in the past? The last moment at the ferry in my heart came to an end. If we only see you as we did for the first time, why should I say goodbye with sentimentality? /p>
Invisible scenery
It has been raining in the dark sky for a week. I am here and my memories are blurred. You are looking at the scenery through the glass window and blinking. Raindrops are falling quietly on the corners of the eaves. Breathing silently also shows that the sweetness and pain of love are clearly remembered. If you love, you will cry. If you lose, you will lose again and again. You can't see the way forward. I don't want to cry again. Wipe off the blood stains of injuries (blood stains of injuries). There is a faint smile on the corner of your mouth. I can't analyze you. In my heart, I don’t want to cry anymore. I can’t see the scenery. I just want to hide in your dream and see you clearly. Oh, rain, rain. I don’t want to cry anymore.
My baby
Beibei us You promised to give birth to a smart and beautiful baby. Don't forget to give me a hug. Even if you are not around, you will still remember my taste. It's good to have you. Everything is fine. I have a deep love for you until we grow old. Sometimes I have a little temper and sometimes I have troubles. Please You are compatible with me, my little baby baby baby baby. I miss you every day and every night. I will never forget that day in that year, that January, that day when happiness began. Keep our promise in mind. Please hold my hand firmly and never give up on me. Baby, I will protect you until I grow old and never give up baby baby baby baby baby my baby my baby my baby
Weibo control
Your ID is in many places and many people I have used Listen and my fans are not lonely. I rely on your avatar and you are full of temptations. The only person I have ever seen is me. Among the people you follow, there are a few very popular people, all of whom are men. I am also very popular. Your happiest thing is watching. The increase in the number of fans is all mine, I remember, saying that this is a suitable road for foreigners (hahahaha) You are too familiar everywhere, don’t tell me (papa, clap, clap) You left me aside like a piece of wood and made me feel a little lonely. What can you do? I can do nothing, but I can’t say nothing. You log on to your Weibo and share a lot of your life. I can say nothing, but I can’t. I can’t do nothing. Put down the client and become a Buddha immediately. You can do nothing, but I can't say nothing. You log on to your Weibo and share a lot of your life. I can say nothing, but I can't do nothing. Put down the client and become a Buddha immediately. I don't want to sing about your Weibo
Bad boy
If a corner of a peerless painting is missing, the price will drop. If you whisper too hoarsely, the atmosphere will be awkward. You suddenly said you wanted to see heavy snow, but now it is summer. You never like to hold an umbrella. You like me. White shirt. You said you loved me very much. I secretly thought you were lying. When I believed it all, you said you were in love with him again. You bad boy, don't say anything. If you don't have tears to wipe, don't rub your eyes. No one will blame you, love Ben. I am free. I should bear this change. I should bear this.
I want to hold your hand.
vae has some worries. Anyway, young people nowadays have many worries and so many things to do. Thinking so much, looking for temptations, making mistakes if you are not firm, friends say that the world is so beautiful, but the reality is very unlucky. The boss has to meet every day and is late for work for a few minutes, and his salary will be deducted. Colleagues are like enemies, so be careful and guard against teachers who don’t like men with long hair. The mother doesn’t like her daughter’s long nails. Everything is controlled. She doesn’t understand anything. She has no power to overthrow her and learns how to survive. But she is uneasy. ho. The earth is too cold. ho. Distance brings beauty. Ho. Walking 880,000 kilometers away. We go to the universe with two hands. There is no gravity. The night light reflects your tenderness. I want to hold your hand and escape from this planet. The sorrow and happiness are just interlocking with the fingers. Hello everyone, I am Vae. I will interrupt and ask you to follow the rhythm with me. Clap your hands, clap your hands. When you go to bed at night, you can sleepwalk and dream about going to the park and walking around with your loved one. I don’t know what happened. This world makes you and her feel uncomfortable. I think you actually want to leave this planet. Ho, the earth is too cold. ho Distance creates beauty ho Walking 880,000 kilometers away ho hoo I want to hold your hand and we can go to the universe without gravity. The night light reflects your tenderness. I want to hold your hand and escape from this planet. Sorrow and happiness are all gone. Holding my fingers together
I want to hold your hand and two people go to the universe. There is no gravity. The tenderness reflected in the night light. I want to hold your hand and escape from this planet. The sorrow and happiness are just intertwined. I want to hold your hand and two people go to the universe. Gravity controls the night light, reflecting your tenderness. I want to hold your hand and escape from this planet. The sorrow and happiness are just intertwined. I want to hold your hand
No. 7 Park
< p>The cherry blossoms are flying in the early spring, the fallen flowers are colorful, the blue and purple platycodons seem to pause the picture, the lush wind is mixed with the cold and quiet stone benches are not dissipating, the remaining warmth is still lingering, the lights are turned off in the evening, the silent and colorless tears fall accurately. Shattering innocence without leaving any trace of propriety When I found that the wound was very deep, the street lights in Park No. 7 went out, there was something cruel and empty, life began to separate between you and me, the street lights in Park No. 7 flickered, fate was about to end, and I repeated the question when you have changed In the third person, the lights go out in the evening, silently and colorless. The falling tears accurately smash the innocence without leaving a trace. When I find that the wound is deep, the street lights in No. 7 Park go out, there is something cruel and empty. Life begins to separate between you and me. Seven The street lights in No. 1 Park flicker. The question of destiny is repeated. When you have become the third person, our love comes to an end. On that late autumn evening in the park, I can’t bear to smell the scent of platycodon flowers anymore. When everything becomes a set of nothings. How can that unscripted drama last forever? I was in a daze and used my thoughts to bypass the depth of that second. I finally understood that maybe there are some things that don’t need to wait any longer for the silent moment when we are separated at the crossroad. The migratory birds heading north are about to arrive. The sky at dawn is full of scarsAndersen has no regrets
When I was a child and was noisy and willful, old Johanne would always tell me stories to coax me. The more I listened, the more I would make up my own stories. The adults all praised Xiao An for his extraordinary talent. He patted his head and you have to be obedient. The adults very much hope that children are simple and easy to fool. As I grow up slowly, the novelty of people disappears. With my efforts, they can murder with just one sentence. Deer dies from musk deer and antler. Danger and honor are always directly proportional. It doesn't matter. As long as there is one reader, my pen will not be put down. This is not an empty talk. I do my own thing. I write my own words. It's simple. I don’t need so many comments if I like them. Those inexplicable hateful eyes. They hate me so deeply. They hate me so seriously. They regard me as an imaginary enemy. They look away from the work itself and create topics and news. They talk about accidents and make casual remarks. They think too much about their own way up. I never thought about it. People ignored me and called me "Andersen". In my name, they are everywhere. My master-disciple relationship is so close. The sons and daughters of China are really a family. This work is soaked in sweat. What's the point of using it all for vanity? I really don't want to rap. It's bitter. In this short life, there are still too many serious things for me to complete. I remain silent because I am too lazy to argue with you. Who said that people are indifferent? If you want me to refute, please consider your own identity first. You are trapped in a cocoon and trample on your self-esteem. I sit in the audience and laugh at you. Waiting stupidly, let me use my kind nature to write a pure fairy tale and draw a poetic painting to purify your souls. The moonlight in Copenhagen is suspected to be ice on the ground. I stand up and gently push the paper window. I want to look up at the bright moon and miss my hometown and miss the girl.
Pink letterhead
The pink letterhead is filled with my thoughts. The moment the wind passes by, disappears in a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, a person is cold. The season is cold. The world is rewinding. The picture of rewinding sneaks in. The time when I met you is held in the bottom of my heart. A commemoration. The world is full of turmoil and rumors. Troubles and happiness are stacking up with you. I'm traveling far away to the beach to secretly rejoice in your shallow dimples. The ebb and flow are the performances directed by me. Some words I don't dare to say to you and I'm worried about regrets if I miss them. Suddenly the sky floats. Now that Xiaoxue has the courage to write you a message, I have traveled across the sea to accompany you, with your pink smile on my face. In the blink of an eye, the snow fell into a thread in my palm. Unknowingly, I have loved you for a hundred days. I want to continue it forever. I want to continue it forever. I really want to last forever
Tear Down the East Wall
In AD 659, when he was nineteen years old, he took over his father's class and failed to pass the exam. The consequence was that he took over his own tavern and heard that Who from his hometown has gone to Beijing to become a petty official? Who can pay for his dream visitors? Generation after generation laments that the world is difficult and people are confused, but what can they do? The beauty of his woman contrasts with his ugly friend, saying that she does not love, has no love, and is just greedy for his pettiness. But he loves money, so he even buys the food himself. The shop owner’s shabby little tavern had its east wall demolished. Later, the Yamen said that they would pay him eight levies per square meter. The shopkeeper's small shabby tavern was demolished and the east wall was demolished. Later, someone saw him carrying his luggage in the snow and leaving in the dark night, leaving behind the old man and the young man. Did he have no choice but to leave? If he came back, the smell of wine in his hometown would still be there. The shabby tavern without the owner was demolished. Later, some people said that he was beaten to the point of walking with a limp that night. He was also suffering from happiness and death. The history of history always makes people helpless, and the dynasty was changed. The moon changed the people at that time.
It seems that the west wall can’t be repaired, but the east wall still needs to be demolished