Missing is a flower that never fades.
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On sunny days, we are not afraid of anything.
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After some wind and rain,
Then the child grew up slowly.
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When we were young, we would go to our mother when we were sad.
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Now we feel homesick when we cry.
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When I was a child, my father lifted us to our heads.
We are very proud, just like cowboys in the west riding their favorite horses.
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Now, dad can't control us.
It's not a taste to watch my father panting up the sixth floor.
It's silly to be alone in the corner.
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Parents are our sunshine,
We are their flowers.
Our parents sheltered us from the wind and rain,
Then we grow up slowly.
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When,
Mother's sideburns have turned white?
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When,
Dad's forehead is no longer smooth?
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You ask me who I like best,
I will not hesitate to say that she is a mother.
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You asked me if he was my favorite person,
I will blurt out that he is the father.
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Mom and dad,
I love our home.
It rained so lonely that I forgot to get wet.
First of all, walking in the wind broke my heart all over the floor.
If you are thirsty, you can drink water; If you are hungry, you can eat; Heartbroken, can you live? Just because I'm alive doesn't mean I still have a heart. I'm still young. Some people are old, but young at heart; I am young, but my heart is broken. Broken hearts, floating around in the wind. Everywhere, irretrievably broken. All right, break up. Forget it. Butterflies can't fly in the sea and eventually die in the sea.
Don't. Extremely difficult. There's nothing I can do. There is nothing to do. Necessary freedom.
Second, the solstice summer hasn't come yet: I miss it a little lonely.
I recall the bits and pieces with you in the gap of time. Bit by bit, happy or sad, are so casual. Sometimes it's a light rain, but I miss you now, lingering down; Sometimes it's the whole starry sky, flashing and aimless. Once upon a time, my biggest dream was to elope with you along a national road by bike. We set out early in the morning, regardless of dawn; We went home in the evening, regardless of the sultry evening breeze. There is a whirring wind in my ear, which is a sweet word I wanted to say to you but didn't say it in the end. There is a lot of marshmallows on my head-marshmallows that will rain. You said it would be delicious. This should be the time before the summer solstice, when the trees are green, the water is clear, and romance is born. In love, you only have me, and I only have you. The world of two people is very sweet every day. We can even have the same dream, crying, laughing and getting carried away. I just woke up from my dream, my heart ached and I never came back. There must be a problem, but what's the problem? I think of some idioms, "Let nature take its course and it will be fleeting".
But I forgot you, the one I thought I would never forget even if I forgot the whole world. How old is square geometry? It turned out that I was forgetful, and finally you forgot. I love it, on the way you and I eloped, before the arrival of the solstice summer. I'm not sad or sad. Forget you forget yourself, no sorrow, no sorrow. When you remember me, please forget me again. Just like I killed you in Unforgettable, just like I killed myself in Unforgettable.
oh This time it was before the summer solstice. It gets wet when it rains. A cold is fate.
Third, the sadness of singing makes my heart beat alone.
I am listening to music and my own heartbeat at the same time. Singing is always too sad, and the heartbeat is always too lonely. Gradually, the more lonely you jump, the more sad you listen to, and the more lonely you listen to. I want to turn off the CD, but I am too lazy to move. Close your eyes, the world is so quiet. Like a person's existence, noise is everywhere. In the corner of the roof outside the window is a bunch of cactus, full of thorns, refusing to get close, refusing to get hurt, refusing to be free. For a year or ten years, I cling to a stubborn and firm loneliness, but I am green, alive, crying, laughing, pitiful and happy. On the road, car after car, people after people, there are so many strangers that people are overwhelmed. There is a typo on a billboard, which is a little smug and a little lost. I know so many words that I can't recognize love by myself.
It's good to be alive. You can laugh or cry.
It's good to be alive. You can cry and play.
So, when the sky falls, we can chat.
So, you can talk when you are heartbroken.
In the end, everyone thought I was happy.
In the end, everyone is happier than me.
Nirvana, reborn from the ashes
"That night.
Tung blossoms in the sky "—— Xi Murong's After the Vicissitudes"
Casual encounter, the rebirth of phoenix nirvana. If there is no reincarnation, who will explain love at first sight? The snow on earth has disappeared without a trace, and the belief in fate is unshakable. The feeling is too beautiful, the words are too pale, and my joy can overflow. Happiness makes me forget the sadness that makes me hard to be happy. Then, when I open my eyes, I can see blue sky, white clouds, warm sunshine and cactus flowers. When the broken heart is reunited, I will laugh again, sweeter than before. Long-lost liberation, lifelong commitment.
Can you believe it? Sadness is also happiness. Sadness reminds me of happiness that makes me sad.
I don't want anyone's forgiveness, just forget me.
I am willing to selfishly brew a doomsday.
No longer lonely, because there is a woman living in my heart.
No longer sad, because I love a woman in my heart
No longer depressed, because I love a woman in my heart.
Because of some woman, my world suddenly became simple.
Simple is to make a woman happy and not lonely.
Everything has changed, only you have changed.
If the world ends, I just want to hold your hand and die quietly.
This heart will not change.
God bless you.
I finally finished my redemption.
The sun is so bright. Sorrow has turned to dust.