It's only the people in the wind who blame me.
You hate yourself for being ... afraid of loneliness. But I fell in love with a free and selfish soul.
People who wait for others to give happiness are often unhappy.
It's a pity that love is not a few tears, a few love letters.
Will someone accompany me when I can't sleep? Will someone comfort me when I am sad? Will anyone know me when I want to talk? When I can't forget you, will you hurt me?
Is a glass of wine getting stronger and stronger, or is it empty in my heart? Why is there a shocking feeling?
If this is not love, I have nothing to be sad about. Thank you for your generosity. I deserve it.
* * * You have had the most beautiful encounter. * * * You have experienced some ups and downs. * * * You are drunk, and the pain is at the end. But I find that you can't live without it.
I've heard of finding love. Like the separation of heaven and earth. I will spend a peaceful journey with you. There are no thrilling or thrilling scenes. You just need to reach the edge of the cape on the same day. Ann felt very happy when she was lying at home. It only takes the most exciting time. You can use your first name and my last name to finish the story.
Tears slowly flow and close, and gradually become friends.
When city fireworks make people fall, I should be the one who hugs you tightly.
Slowly, slowly, I feel nothing, slowly, slowly, I was ignored. Why can't you bear to see me haggard without any comfort? Slowly, slowly, my heart turned to iron, slowly, slowly, I was rejected. Why are you reluctant to fly away? How can I tidy up this love?
With you along the way, I am willing to suffer a little.
I know despair is colder than winter. You hate yourself and are afraid of loneliness. But I fell in love with a free and selfish soul.
How can I lock your eyes? I'd rather stay with you like this. I'd rather never forget it. I opened the window of love, but I saw the long night and the bleak day. I asked if you would give up my heart. And you are an endless net, which easily traps me in the middle. ...
Unfortunately, love is not a few tears or a few love letters. This may be cruel.
Wandering the streets looking for lost fragments. My heart feels messy in the cold.
After three years of love, I will take back a letter.
A failed love is like a joke. When it is hot, I am completely confused. It's silly to look at yourself when it's cold. How can people be trapped so easily? Tasteless love is like a lie. Believe it only when it's sweet. Every sentence is terrible after suffering. How can people be so difficult and carefree?
If love will grow old, you and I should take good care of it.
I'm not me anymore. Who's who? Don't ask me about my injury. Don't ask about my pain. Don't ask me if my heart is bleeding. Don't ask me if my heart is broken. Don't ask an old friend if he is drunk. Don't ask about my pain. Don't ask me about my sadness. Don't ask me if I'm tired of wandering. Don't ask me if I have any more tears. Don't ask if you are haunted by old dreams. Don't ask me if I will.
Sometimes love is more cruel than time.
Heart, slowly painful, slowly cold, slowly can not wait for a lover. Pay a lifetime and recover a few percent; Love, can't be divided, can't hate, can't be trusted too easily, and true love once is scarred.
It's so cold that I can't love another day. So cold that even the hidden regrets are so obvious.