Like, like that smoke, it's illusory.
From a game to a story, a poor story, a story full of tragedy.
I didn't want to walk into this story, but I realized that I had come a long way before I knew it.
Love, deep, is like a cigarette in your hand, burning all the time.
It hurts to watch the cigarette in my hand burn out, so I don't hesitate to light it again, whether to continue or not.
No one understands, only his trembling hands and cold lips wander alone in the dark night.
Cigarette after cigarette. Are they talking about sustenance or missing?
It is said that there is always a silent tacit understanding behind true love, mysterious, pitiful, wry smile and silly.
I love, I want to love well.
I want to continue this love with cigarettes.
I smoke a lot, but when I am really in trouble, can I get your pity?
I want to continue like this.
Aimless.
When I picked up the cigarette again, I found it was so heavy. .
The poem about smoking is 1. There are smoke roads in the smoke mountain, and the sea of wine is boundless.
It's a long way to smoke, so I smoke from left to right.
3, cigarettes bear morality, bitter tea and articles.
4. The scenery in the south, with thousands of miles of smoke, is known in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside Jiaoling, there is only smoke; Everyone is so busy that their pockets are gone.
5, when there is smoke, ask the sky. I don't know what cigarettes you, me, him, her, and you have in your pocket. I want to smoke and go home, but I'm afraid of the jade building. High places can't burn.
6, cigarettes before going to bed, will there be frost? . Look up and ask the moon, bow down and iron clothes.
7, crying men are afraid of their wives, and rushing to the crown is a cigarette.
8, broken bones are not afraid, to leave a smoke soul in the world.
9. No one has died since ancient times. Keep a cigarette and take pictures.
10, someone smokes and he has given up smoking; Some people quit, but he still smokes.
Do you have any poems about tobacco? It is best for men and women to recite for about 5 minutes each.
Pear flowers are all white, and some are brownish yellow or grayish black.
Never boast of the brilliance hidden inside; -smoking can't help but hide "wonderful"
I am willing to burn my body and turn it into light smoke-I don't want to "burn my body"
Just for gentlemen to like it better. -It's true.
Keep your pockets and limbs full-if you smoke too much, take a sip and suffocate.
If you are shy, you would rather make wax; -No cigarettes, but cigarette butts will do.
Generations:-This is nonsense.
Cigarettes will only disperse when they are reduced to ashes. -Not necessarily.
Two.
A match lit it.
Not a fairy tale girl's hope.
Spit out that 84 mm
Not a mermaid's bubble
Rising in the gray smoke is
My helplessness tonight
I can't have a good dream.