Miss, leave, meet, fragile. We are in a fleeting world, each curled up in the corner of fate.

Falling in love with you is like a colorless and tasteless bitterness, leaving no room. After being polluted, you will never give up. You can only let it spread by injection. I still remember that when we met, we suddenly faced each other. The same eyebrows, different hearts, so many faces that should be closest but farthest suddenly leaned over and got drunk. Listening to the strange words you said on the phone, I was embarrassed and at a loss, and even forgot to laugh and cry. In this way, living between the nearest and the farthest played a joke, and for a moment I could only hold back, as if standing at the end of my dream, hesitating to move forward or backward. From that season on, I was stubborn and trapped myself; This season, every time I look back, I will feel lost. You are like a lingering dream in your last life, which woke me up at the beginning of this life. You are more like a ruthless demon in this life, devouring my last life. I spent my whole life, but I can't wait for you forever. I know that if I miss you, I miss my long-cherished wish in this life. The moonlight is still bright, the dream ring is lingering, and my tenderness for you lingers, soaking the heavy dust of this season, and only tears shed aftertaste. Listen. Who is singing? Tenderness, madness and sadness are getting deeper and deeper. For this reason, my heart is also sick. I am pessimistic and contradictory. Maybe my life is destined to be half sad and half bright. I smile, so real in the complicated glass. I am very sad, so dreamy after gorgeous turn. But I'm just waiting for someone to tie the knot and hold hands. I'm actually traveling, and I have no intention of talking about a few bleak, unaccounted-for love or love. Some gorgeous, transparent and erosive illusions wake up with new hopes every day, but they are always watching flowers from the other side. With the attachment of past lives, I am looking for you in the world of mortals. Occasionally, I feel that there are many things I have never done in my life, but I feel deja vu. Wei, you make me full of surprises and shine everywhere. Your hands are warm and soft, but you can only hug each other in your sleep. Your vows are firm and gentle, but they can only be realized in your sleep. You may only walk slowly with me in my dream and accompany me from darkness to light in my dream. I still don't believe that I will have a perfect life. You are the most perfect illusion I can imagine. I suspect that I worship hallucinations and am awed by them. I am undoubtedly a pessimist. Afraid of getting, afraid of losing. Can't be changed. There are no gentle words in the big type. I have known all this for a long time, but I just can't bear to let this fleeting glance pass by. Swing, these firm loves. I began to feel flustered and even sad in the suffering. We are just a story. Finally turned into an emotion. In the impermanence of life and unpredictable variables, meeting you is the ultimate fate. The short moment you gave is a lifetime, and the sudden touch makes me eternal. If I can't give up and you can persist, we can jump forever. I don't want to be so romantic that I turn pale and die of a broken heart. The whole youth is just a moment of youth, full of tears. At most, when the prosperity is exhausted, give me a feeling as clean, clear and firm as dead branches in winter. Life is nothing but dust and grass. Being a woman has many regrets. I don't want to embarrass myself anymore. The dream I once tried to fantasize about will eventually fall behind its wide curtain. Perhaps, what I believe is really just love. That's all. You don't understand, I always use the arrogant gesture of parting to cover up the embarrassment of losing and fleeing. Jumped with joy. In many darkness, you said behind my back: I can't bear to leave you. Feeling your warm embrace and smelling your faint taste, you suddenly reassured me. But how do you know you can't see the tears on the side? Hidden in a bright smile. Looking sideways, one person is injured. You have to understand that although we are only a few steps away, it may become an eternal distance. No rock in the world is really solid. The cruelest thing is to wait, wait, this is the first aging in life, until the epiphyllum blooms again, and when the scenery is clear and Meng Po's soup is drunk, it is swallowed with tears. The hustle and bustle that keeps wandering crisscross in the eternal footsteps, and the ever-changing world is full of fog. Before the light was swallowed up, I met many farewells. Who will leave the depression interspersed in the dark after leaving the oblique light rising in the wind? Your eyebrows are the warmth that melts in your pupils. In the turbulent dark rolling sky, I am desperate for you. Your dilemma between me and her, your struggle between me and her, your wandering between me and her, your good feelings for me and your kindness to her all hurt me deeply. Maybe if I give up, I can get close to you, and if I never see you again, I can remind you of me. Nowadays, it is hard to give up love in this world after drinking a bowl of Meng Po Tang. Even if you go to Naiheqiao once, you will wet your attachment in this life. The seemingly ordinary bowl is filled with a soup called forgetting the seasoning, although it has passed the vows of eternal love. But not as much as my love for you. I love you in this life. If my heart moves, my tears have gone a thousand miles. If you lose the oath of your previous life, Naiheqiao will wait for you for a hundred years, a thousand years and tens of thousands of years. & lt If your heart beats, your tears will have a thousand lines >