Never thought, will be so infatuated with a person, like never thought, will meet this person. Because of you.
It's not that I'm no longer distressed, it's just that there is no such person in this city, so it gradually becomes a rumor about us.
It is not afraid to ask, but the injury still has scars, so the so-called fate, from love to hate.
It's not that I don't want to wait, but you and I have long been strangers, so all kinds of history, still so distressed.
Some people say: in this life, searching is nothing more than to meet the right person at the right time, and then, regardless of wind and rain, joys and sorrows, we can join hands and never give up.
Some people say: last life, maybe we missed each other, this life will be so cherished, every day of dependence, even if the time is old, even if the separation between the two places, can not be stopped.
Some people say: miss the flowering, can only harvest a sigh, but, I think I can give you, not just a vassal of your beauty, but ignite yourself, illuminate you.
Some people say: the final give up, in order to achieve the initial persistence, since I am not the end of your story, I also give you a new beginning.
I'm the one who's talking, but it's not you who's listening.
Between love and hate, I began to forget once lingering. You turn around not to see, the end of the world is far away, give up the initial surprise and the final determination. It was snowing heavily and my eyes were blurred with tears as I stood in the wind.
All the joys and sorrows are caused by separation. It took me years to get here from the past. And some things, do not think of, will not forget, just like you. Gazing at oblivion, is a long distance, I see in the flowers, your initial appearance.
Those sentences open in the branches, but also a little shy not good at words, I crawl in the spring green earth, so youth began to pick up a pen. You turn back to take off Acacia, the mood is very low, in fact, you may not understand, I have been feeling your crying and joy.
The joys and sorrows of the years are all caused by gathering and dispersing. I use a game of sign language to comfort the past. The sadness of your parting turns into tears in the corners of your eyes. I worship as a god, those memories that are about to be closed. The original sin was the fate that had been gone for many years, and I died in your beautiful eyes.
Fate is like a new green in the cup, and then we go our separate ways, leaving tea stains, such as serious illness, which have not been dispersed. I drank this unfeeling, but I could not cure the heart. At the beginning, it was said that one thought of love, the end of the world, but how the wind and rain disease, all gentle are drenched, needless to say, the clouds in the round mirror.
Time healed my wound, but did not teach me to forget. I am in the place where the love dies, with tearful eyes, look at the familiar scene, slowly fall back into war. All about your past, will eventually be buried, and then open the most decadent despair.
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