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A person will be lonely, miss a person will be lonely, will cry, but will not disturb, choose silence. Such people, walking alone in the defoliation season, have a long shadow. Miss also has color, frozen into a bleak. The traces of feet are blown away by the wind, and the leaves drown out the inner loneliness and hide the pain. What did you read behind the lonely figure? Frowning, sad and lonely, messy hair, light wind. I have been waiting, and time has passed quietly. I love you forever. Don't make me wait until the flowers fall, it hurts too much to say! If time can be saved, I want to keep these flowers. If time can grind, I want to see the drunken sunset. If the wind can wait, I want my long hair flying. If ice and snow can stay, I want to become a snowflake. If it rains in Mao Mao, I want to walk in the rain with an umbrella. If there is fog, I want to hide my body. If I can start over, I want to stop at the moment I stare at it. If you are picturesque, I want you to order a cinnabar for me! If I am free one day, I must go to the misty rain south of the Yangtze River. Stand by and stare at this quaint window, lock my deep eyes and forget the world of mortals! Observe the years quietly. Gift, I have the same dream. Regardless of eternity, watch this quiet time alone. I miss you watching the sunset together, and I miss you for a long time. Every year, a curtain of dreams swings with the wind, my hair is blown up, and my heart is gentle as water, flowing gently! The scenery on the road is beautiful. If you stop, you will linger. People who travel together may be alone, but if you keep going, there will be new encounters. It doesn't matter who we are with, because what we want is not a landing site, but that we are singing and walking and reading in the distance! In the storm, with frost and snow, purple strangers lingered and wandered around for a long time! Are you still an accountant at this moment? Who stole the fleeting time halfway around the corner, and who made a promise! Looking back slowly, it is still the most beautiful, and the flowers are as pure as Leng Xue, which makes people pity! The umbrella is still in your hand, it will accompany you for a long time!
There was a cold ice rain in my world, and I was displaced in the rain. Shivering, tears streaming down her face, isn't it a waste of time! Whether time has slipped away like this! The rest of me, waiting has become a sin, then I would rather disappear in this cold winter and let the flowers fall like this. Don't think about whose fault it is. What brings the north wind! How can the cold rain shed tears! Why waste time, no regrets! It turned out that it was all a mistake, and it was a thrush with the wind! Can you read this bleak rain? Can you see the pain in your heart? Cold in the body, pain in the heart. Helpless in the wind and rain, it is always empty, only this umbrella is sheltering from the cold! The wind is still, the rain is falling, the rustling dream is shallow and drunk, and the wind has fallen several times. Looking back silently is empty! I don't know if you will remember, I used to walk helplessly in the rain! I wonder if you still remember that lonely and thin figure in the rain, tears in eyes, tears in rainy days, invisible, she dropped a little blood into her heart, so painful that she forgot to breathe! Why did you push me into the cold rain? What can I believe? It is wrong to wait. I don't insist. I have nothing, and this time my heart is gone! Only pain, tears are disappointing, flowing into the heart is bitter, flowing into the face is sad. Everything is empty, illusory and sinful. I fell into reincarnation and cried in my dream. For who?
If it hurts, freeze your heart with ice once and forget the pain. If you are sad, erase part of your memory, so you will lose a tear. If you are afraid, just hold your arm tightly and you will feel safe. If it is cold, hold the cup tightly and the water will feel warm. If you are tired, close your eyes, even though you can't sleep. Tell yourself if you want to cry. It's really depressing. If the wind blows, let your thoughts fly, wander all over the sky, don't ask about the return date, and don't want to be reborn. If it rains, walk in the rain, neither fast nor slow, let it wash away the fatigue and make a detour. If it snows, it will stop under the tree, and it will be cold and frozen, which may speed up the pace of the next cycle! Please allow me to stay here quietly like this, without making a sound. I will lick the warm blood on the wound clean, fall asleep when I am tired, maybe I won't wake up and it won't hurt anymore! Shh ... stop! Let me go, forget everything, forget to breathe, indulge, fade away the painful memory, and smooth the traces of that injury! I will forget tomorrow, only know that the sun rises and the days go on, but I am not myself.
Plain gauze clothing, looking back drunk, who is the whole city laughing for? Lingluo fan, hand in hand, butterfly Qi Fei, fall in love with your eyes, enjoy it and get drunk! The world of mortals is not bitter, just watch a reincarnation, how many times can the piano sing, and the couple will think about it! The tip of the pen is shallow, the eyebrows are plain, and the tears at the bottom of the drunken eyes are condensed. The blue silk hangs down, and the exquisite pendant locks the cinnabar falling from the brow. Who did you lose with love? Why is it wrong to put pen to paper? Mirrors lock beautiful images, bamboo snuggles up, what's the solution to love stories, right and wrong, and how to appreciate them! The west wind is full of falling flowers and resentment, and I sleep for a few months. The withered red note is full of tears, only for acacia cold rain. I'm worried about a thousand layers of snow, and the scar on my hand is wrong. Heartache broken twist Luan red tears, waste the world of mortals ghost lock! Immerse yourself in water, write poems, sleep in lotus flowers, and hide autumn. Thousands of reincarnation vows, years of ups and downs! Why did Xifei cause tears? I have worried about not playing the pipa a a thousand times. The wound bites an inch of cold wind, and a little bit of acacia burns! Playing the hand, the string is broken, and the night is drunk with tears. The waning moon is half far to the right, and the blood-stained feather yarn is decadent!