In this life, not everyone can meet the perfect love they want. There is always some helplessness and regret, and life is not a movie.1.
You are the beauty of my life, but in the season when the cherry blossoms fall, the wind blows us away, like the sky's pink, drifting into the unknown distance.
Everyone must admit: I miss the previous look, but at the same time, you must accept the fact that everything has changed.
Qíshí, hǎo de bùyòng tiāntiān jiànmiàn, tiāntiān duìhuà, zhǐyào xiāngxìn bǐcǐ, duōdà de yòuhuò tā tā dōu bù huì líkāi nǐ.38/5000In fact, it's okay not to meet every day, talk every day, as long as you trust each other, how much temptation he will not leave you.
When one day you find that I am no longer crying, making trouble, and losing temper with you, when you lost me
I like you, but I dare not say that I am afraid that I will die; I am not afraid of death, I am afraid that I will die, no one likes you like me so much.
It is impossible for colors to have such pure white depression, nor can transparency have such high sadness.