Second, I can't walk into your fairy tale, and you don't want to walk into my story.
Third, I will inform myself every day. I'm fine. I'm happy.
Fourth, hugging is really smart. Although two hearts are close together, they can't see each other's faces.
Five, tears into a tower, under the stars; Tattooed heart, cool night!
I don't understand, is the haze in the sky your sorrow or mine?
Seven, if you want to cry, cry well. However, after now, don't think about it and stop crying.
Eight, there is no you in the story, just a girl crying in the corner; There is no me in the fairy tale, just a happy boy.
Nine, the small calculations of filar silk must be too far apart.
Ten, when I tried to bear the surrounding environment, I found that the edge was getting blurred.
Outside my heart, your shoulder is my strongest support.
Twelve, I am a woman who can be weak after your separation.
Thirteen, I think you must like me now. I have learned your favorite cheerfulness.
Fourteen, the princess's pure feelings are written on her face, and the witch's deep feelings are planted in her heart.
Fifteen, can't find a reason to continue, but there are always things in my heart that I can't let go.
Sixteen, it is said that Tianya is a stranger ~ what is Tianya? Turn your back on you. It's the end of the world now.
Seventeen, no relationship can really destroy a group, unless she cooperates with self-destruction.
Eighteen years old, so desperate for you
If I ignore you, will you come to me automatically? Maybe we will keep silent until you find someone else.
If you know the ending of this story clearly, you may choose to tell it or pretend not to know it. Never stop. Sometimes the wounds left to others.
Twenty-one, injury, choosing silence is much more painful than choosing honesty.
Twenty-two, the palm suddenly grows entangled curve.
Twenty-three, you are still that beautiful face, continue to seduce the little girl. I can only heal alone in the dark.
Give me some time to think before doing anything.
At the age of twenty-five, I wasted my youth in the colorful soap bubbles of hope.
Twenty-six, love does not have to be together, we must love together.