The night is getting late, although the picture of singing wine is very beautiful, in fact, the unforgettable is the most valuable. This glass of wine only holds the wine glass, the light flashes in my heart drunk, sincerely with the wine glass slowly down the mouth, waiting for the next moment of smashing. Love is not a trace of charm in your eyes, it can only give me short-term comfort, if this feeling is too unbearable to pursue the true taste, I would rather be happily intoxicated.
I kept, kept, avoiding memories. Do not let this confusion of emotions, control yourself. Say goodbye to the past thoroughly tomorrow, will you feel sorry for me to leave you?
Love is always unequal, and the most infatuated person always cries. If love is always so difficult to understand, sometimes there is a kind of love that is patient and perfect, even if it is fragile and humble.
Because of love, I follow the back of your departure, chasing the fleeting years of laughing and crying, pursuing the bright time that will never return, along the knot of the red line, across the vast time. About you, only the thin silhouette in the setting sun, gradually away, the heart suddenly gave birth to pain, lonely sprouting, high-spirited, grow into a towering memory and loneliness.
My world has not been answered since then, you, have been gone for a long time, long enough to remind me of yesterday that is still clearly discernible, everyone has an expression, only your vague voice and face. Everything turns into flowers and fog, into everlasting scenery, recording the only clear figure of you far away in the setting sun.
Hidden words, should hide a love. Memory ripples pale, a circle of ripples, a different kind of mood.
Secretly left the heaviest place for you at the bottom of my heart. Will an impossible love, delusion into the unknown. What is the boundary of love, I do not know, but clearly see that lying in front of my eyes can not be crossed. You're over there, right?
I saw the most sunny smiling face, good times should be baby because limited, I learn not to worry too far, do not plan too much but can bravely take risks, live every day happily, see every day happily, meet cloudy days for the first time to cover your side face, what story I want to know, I feel that I understand your special, your heart has a wall, but I find a window, occasionally showing a warm glimmer Even if you have a wall, my love will climb to the windowsill in full bloom, open the window you will see sadness melt, you will smell the fragrance of happiness and sunshine.
True love is often very simple, like the faint fragrance of tea on the tip of the tongue and the warmth rising slowly from the bottom of my heart on a cold winter night, then smile and pray softly, even if you can only see that you have flooded all my thoughts and thoughts into a river through the distant thoughts of the sea.
Not disappear, we are still together, you are in my smiling eyebrows, you are in my every deep sleep, you are in my long spitting and inhaling room. Even though you have been gone for a long time, our red line is still tightly held.
We are always the first to forget ourselves, we give ourselves to the world, let him rise and fall, a thick cocoon of heart, called maturity.
Sometimes will foolishly think that everything has a degree, too often counterproductive, this love is not also a degree? As the saying goes, there is a deep pain of love. It seems that love and pain are in direct proportion. Originally, love is supposed to make people feel happy, but why is it connected with pain? Maybe it is because the feelings are too deep and it is more likely to cause harm!
With the left and right side of body and mind, hold your nostalgia, the left is the smiling face of the sun, the right is the vicissitudes of life, no matter which side you embrace, can not escape deceiving you. How to face your face, after all, it is difficult to have both on the left and the right. Even if both sides are tied with thoughts, it is still impossible to draw love into a circle. Can not face your face, why love is torn into two pieces by space, a sigh left the precipitation, opened a long night helpless still, only lingering. Hold yesterday and ask tomorrow, how far is the pain, whose tears shed thoughts, submerged the invisible parallel line, I give myself to tomorrow, no longer let my heart wander around the left and right sides, beauty never needs lies.
Originally, once, can only belong to the past; originally, in love, there is no reunion.
In the stinging days, I think about myself, love, sometimes, or choose to leave. Learn to give up, turn around and leave before tears, leaving a simple figure; learn to give up, bury yesterday in the bottom of my heart, leave the best memories; learn to give up, so that each other can have an easier start, bruised love is not necessarily unforgettable. This journey is deep and shallow, and today, it is not easy to gently draw out your hand and say goodbye. Thank you very much for having you along the way. Once said to love you, today, still love you.
Heart inevitably has pain, whether I have caught or gone, those things can not leave me, although some things can not look back, some memories can not be combed, some people can only be buried forever. Sometimes, the most beautiful and beautiful love, we often can not see, because it is treasured by the soul, we can not unfold it. And love, and enthusiasm, in my eyes such as water, there are reservations, ever far away!
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