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Young love is like a meteor shower.
If it weren't for that encounter
My heart wouldn't be so heavy.
At that time, I believed that only those who are predestined friends know each other.
Then come along.
You at that time
Like a magnolia flower
Noble and elegant
Fragrant and fragrant
impressive
if
I met you for the first time.
Is to conquer your own desires.
Push me closer to you.
therefore
second time
I'm hopeless.
Fell in love with you
You are always in love.
Accuse me
Not sincere enough
But I don't understand
You want the lover in your eyes
still
The lover in my heart
I make myself look like a mirror.
Sincere to you
I tried to take your heart.
then
Melt gradually
But what did I get?
It is fatigue
Broken heart
I think ...
As long as I am sincere to you.
Only to find that I fell in love with my lover.
Moved by myself.
Two gifts of love
compose
Mathematically perfect equation
Love is a game for two people.
After that, I
have only
miserable
lonely
Be a companion
at that time
Dream, too
The reunion of couples after forced separation or breakup.
Also believe
This is not fate.
I was myself at that time.
just as
A discordant string in the crowd
I wonder if you remember.
On your birthday.
I broke up.
Still smiling
Smiling is just to hide.
A drop of blood in my heart
today
Will still smile at you
This is what I can give you.
The cheapest gift
I tried to forget the past.
Past is
one
360 degrees
circle
I
Can't find the manuscript of memory.
Erase you once
Worried or worried?
Everything that should be crushed has been crushed.
What should be forgotten has been forgotten.
All dreams are dreams.
What should be scarred is scarred.
It hurts when it hurts.
Everyone who should wake up is awake.
I became a moth.
the same as before
Not afraid of the high temperature of fire
The winter of that year
It seems that
Come earlier than usual
at present
I am so helpless.
The embers of love have gone out.
It is.
There is no river in the world that can really be looked back.
dream
It's settled.
Hard me
It is still difficult
hear nothing of
Who can understand my gloomy face?
Who can understand the pain in my heart?
Who can count the dust floating outside the building?
Who can read my mind?
I like tragedies.
Or cast a tragedy for yourself?
Think back to the first time we met.
At the last parting.
From real to virtual, from aggregation to dispersion
I see
Young love
The result is like a game.
meteor shower