Some people say that the distance is a kind! But I think the distance is also a pain!
Some people say that the fate between men and women is the past, but I think happiness is the unabled convention that is in the past.
Some people say that the birth of five hundred times will be in exchange for the shoulders of this world.
I am a person who saves yourself, but it is not easy to fall in love with someone. Maybe because this love is not easy, I cherish it very much, but because I want to have a thing, I will lose, because I love, so I always feel that I still have enough love, because I want to do better. I don't know if this is not good, but it makes itself an obey.
In fact, a person feels good. At least, where you want to go, what clothes do you want to wear, don't consider him (she) will not like; chat with friends, I don't have to worry, I still have to eat dinner; I want to sleep. I will sleep, don't have to lit the lamp for him that I haven't returned home, watching time is waiting in the middle of the night; there is no concern, don't have access to each other, free.
You are the most deepest feeling you can experience in my life! ! If you fall in love, it is a mistake. I am convinced that this will be the most beautiful mistake in my life. I will wish my life, love my life. I don't know if our acquisition is not alive, but I am gone in the initial way, I can't help but sigh, I have been looking for a long time. There is no extra speech, we hold hands, let's chat, we share our future, our happiness.
What is happiness? Happiness is to do a meal for him (she), and happiness is that when he (she) is late, I will see you for him (she) waiting for him (she), the light of the silent star, happiness is You can let the other party happiness, it is an inexplicable heart-sorry and touched, that is, the sadness and lingering that I can't let go of a long time.
The clouds are light, and the sky is long. It is a good weather in the kite. I remembered that I once said. "If I am a kite, the line is in your hands. No matter how much flying flying, as long as you collect line, I will return to you. Whenever you, as long as you still remember me I'm giving you. " The kite in the sky is broken: If it fly too much too far, it will be broken. The thread is broken, will it come back? I will.
Last night ........... The city under the Sundy Moon, the lights in the ancient city, the people under the light shadow
Tonight, I am waiting, waiting for a person, wait for a feeling, wait for the leisurely, one movie.
A touch of mind, a lonely, such as the past, those smile, those tears, heavy stack, such as the millennium storm
The moss on the city wall covers all the languages. The wind in the crowd, the song in the wind, the sound of the song in the song. Who used to take a breakfast, play a rolling red dust, gave a lonely lamp under the city, waiting for someone under the lonely lamp? Those who have been fluttering, but which one is falling in vast, how to find back, such as the beginning? Or or pouring all the blood and tears, can not be traced? Who is not knowing to sigh, sighing that I don't know how to touch the wind?
The car is coming, the people are near, the face is still, my beloved, my beloved, you can know that this brief waiting, you love, I am like an eight hundred years in the miserable time and space! Wandering eight hundred years! Only the moonlight is as early as the beginning, speechless. Who listened to the beautiful autumn? Who also pays attention to our millennium, no regrets, who knows what we have once again meet again.
Hold you, watch you, the most real love in this life, the most loved one in this life. The oldest commitment to this life, let us slowly become old, bring our children, our hearts, teenagers, beautiful wish and Dream, send with blue sky and sunset.
Laughing red and white, sighing teenagers, feelings, half a poem, sent to bookmarks, the temperature in the eyes, the temperature of the hand, in the smile and tear. In a tear, I still have to have a cold time, who will forget me, after five hundred times. It's like a world, but I accidentally blinked.
Believe in love, believe in roses. I believe that the juvenile who has passed the umbrella. I believe that there is no vow to give time. I even believe that the string of snow covered. ....... I am afraid it is a little more believer. You know, how many reincarnations have you had, you can have such a beautiful encounter!
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