Your sunset, my face, whose third year.
The dancing of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight.
I watched the sunset at the seaside, snuggled up on a pillow and lost myself in a dream. I couldn't swim out of memories. /SPAN>。 & lt/A & gt； But I can't learn to let go and walk.
Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.
6 hide in the doomed street and smile
7 whose scenery and heart passed by the city injured under the eyelashes.
In the light silence, you opened a shopping shop and waited for the forgotten cape skylight.
The witch's kiss spell came for the first time, and the wet oath went out. I sat on the sea mending the net, and you fell on the bottom of the sea to sing the song of Dai Yue.
10 Wait for a person or a story.
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Travel around the world
Who did you sing the end of that song about us to?
13 whose city is the gorgeous erotic line of your palm entangled in? Laughing and laughing.
14 Write love as an immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you cross the ice and snow?
15 carved our story on the weathered gable, and passers-by cried when they saw it.
16 who are you? A teenager who misses your pen tip turns into a song on the desolate road of the city.
17 took a thousand years.
18 Who has a scarlet mole in the corner of his eye to complete your prosperous life, and whose mountains and rivers have given you ground-breaking empty joy.
19 Love song in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are.
The dazzling array of things in the window is full of life.
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2 1 That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
A player enters a painting and spends his life in the world.
As beautiful as flowers and jade, the enemy can't pass the time.
Is there anyone who is kind to you in the passing scenery?
25. I am in the memory of flying snow all over the sky, but in which dictionary do you interpret the transformation?
Draw a life-and-death game and write an ending for our story.
Irish snow, Turkish blue, Moscow tears. I collect them in the small sun, sunny days and smiles. Persian Gulf Sea, Vienna Hall, Arabian Legend. I wrote them down in a thick photo album. And seven powders and the princess.
28 sadness
For whom to sing farewell songs, for whom to love, for whom to write the world.
Who smiles and pretends not to be sad?
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3 1 pin the drunken tomorrow on Pandora's strings and spend the rest of your life pretending to sing heaven and earth.
32 is the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation.
In whose era and whose world.
In that prosperous era, we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.
There are so many lonely people suffering.
Who owns whose beauty, who feels whose sadness, has a panoramic view.
Did I ever tell you that love is my unchanging belief? Did I ever tell you that love means keeping someone in your heart forever?
38 favorite songs, listen quietly. People you like, far away.
I have a process and an ending, and I feel greedy if I pester myself again.
Sadness is self-made, happiness.
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4 1 women who are afraid of the cold
42. What we are guarding is the disaster that is hastily refuted. We are spending our whole life.
One step at a time, the point of no return, first frost face.
If a pair of eyes shed tears for me, I would like to believe this sad life again. /SPAN>。 & lt/SPAN>。 .
The story of the star is to walk with you in the sea of people, but it won't make you get lost.
The Miao man stuck between her tongues wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.
47 nights are cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.
Complex experience carved deep lines in my eyes, and I turned to carve a flower.
I sing with my bare hands, you play Chopin, but I am blind.
I have been wandering for so long, but I don't want to go home, because if you are not at home, I will never have a home.
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