Recalling the past, I have already lost it, I haven't been able to have someone now, I don't know if it can be reabled in the future, people always have a wandering between it. Recalling the past, more fast and unhappy, there is no time, the rest is some kind of thinking, thinking about it, there is a crying. Recalling the past, let people understand the helplessness of life, make people feel the wonder of life. Love, more important is to feel and perceive, the feeling of feelings is the best sad.
Suddenly I remembered your face suddenly, I remembered your day's
Bottish the love of the past, looking for 觅 觅 觅 回 到 我 我
The memories of the bitter and stunned, suddenly scattered as a star of the fragmentation
I don't want to go back in the water, I don't forget to forget.
In the cold wind, my heart is like a feet and falls into the memories.
When I saw a pain, my story, my story is only one empty.
Before the memories, I still have a dream after I wake up forget.
Maybe my heart is still young, but my emotions have been old. Just like Li Bihua's classic: Why all people give you glasses, what do you want to give you a glare? People who love me and the people I love, go around, the froky, the wool, it is difficult. Some people can't fall in love with two people, and some people don't know who I love.
Maybe one day, we can invent drugs that control love, have "love flowers", and "forget the water". It can suppress the generation of love hormones, or inhibit and remove love hormones in the body. If you fall in love, or don't want to love someone, eat some medicine, or just hit a needle, you don't have to wait in the torment now.
Everyone's feelings are different, I am very sympathetic, those who have been wrapped in their own hearts, I don't dare to put their feelings. Maybe they are truly safe, find a suitable person to "love" according to the ideal standard, there is no soul, and you can happiness.
For the time, people who meet the right, are the dream of every lover, but not everyone has such good luck. For those lucky children, love sometimes turn a few bends and come, and the bad children who are unbelievable, always nine, the 18th bends, let me be close to happiness, and finally Take everything.
People are untrustwut, and they always want to be a story of a story, and the pain is also pleasant. I really had a storm, but I would rather have never had "story" around him, just simple, the most common sharing and communication.
Just like this moment, I hope that someone can listen to me with the same mood. I have listened to the songs of hundreds of times, sharing the homoam of Matsumoto and the lyrics of Li Wei, and Zhang Xinzhe. You can go to the sound of wine.
It's so cold in a place in Baiyu light.
Everyone has a sadness to hide but want to cover it.
The two ends of the morning light are not beside the end.
I don't do it, the tears of the time is too long, and I don't want to go back.
You are what I can't say, I can't help but think about it.
Like exile, you can't release your bundle
The more the two ends of the day, the more the two ends of the world, the more I feel lonely
How to compensate for tears in the recall
You are what I can't say, I can't help but think about it.
Like exile, you can't release your bundle
It's so cold in a place in Baiyu light.
Everyone has a sadness to hide but grow
Mumumu ...
- If you look at these words, you have also tears, and the tears are not for me, it is a stream for you.
