Lies when tears flow down, we know that separation is another understanding.
The mirror is my best friend. It never smiles when I cry.
Never believe it, but always keep it in mind.
The man who knows you best is Lanyan, and the woman who knows you best is Hongyan.
Watching the flowers bloom and fall, I look forward to the beautiful lies in the fairy tale turning into vicissitudes of life. So lonely, alone melancholy. Less smile, more helplessness.
I can't go back, so I think about now.
When saying goodbye, you can only smile with a helpless expression. I want to be together.
The leaves are not yellow all day, and the heart is not cold all day.
We've cleaned up the past, but where do we come from?
After you left me, I want to be good and make you regret not wanting me. But when I really get better, I find that I don't care about you anymore.
You don't know I hold my cell phone all day, just for fear of missing your sudden concern.
Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.
It's midsummer. It was late autumn. Flowers bloom and fall. It is also empty.
We often tell our sadness as a joke.
Women always have dry water, men always have bare mountains. Therefore, mountains and rivers can become a cycle.
Memories, you forget completely, and I, always stay in the beginning.