我喜欢唯美的文字 ，虽然知道现实并不‘美’，只是喜欢凭着自己的想象勾勒出美纶美幻的画面 。
世上最遗憾的词 ，就是过往 。最不堪回首的过往，不愿提起却偏偏想起
有一只风筝 ，刻上了永恒不变的记忆，却一不小心断了线，一直飘 ，啊，飘，啊 ，怎么找都没找到
I don't need daily sunlight, and occasionally rainy rain is also able to bear.
I like a beautiful text, although I know the reality is not 'Mei', just like to make a beautiful picture of the beautiful fantasy picture with my own imagination.
Tonight, it is destined to be a sleepless night. Inadvertent tears, unbeaten prosperous, even if there is no star, it is also the carnival of 'self-contained.
Lonely is a person's carnival, carnival is a group of people's loneliness
Don't pay attention to other people's words, this bustling night belongs to Ourselves
I really want to have a glass of wine, I am drunk, it is good
I really want to find a bed, sleep well
I really want to find someone, It is good to accompany me
I want to find a picture of the sea. I have to have a taste in the night.
I want to find a mountain, climb to the highest-end blow blowing
There is no trustworthy shoulder to let me rely on
There will be flowers in spring, but it will eventually zero
I don't dare to be too much, I am afraid of dreams, I don't dare to make all things to be too perfect
Sunrise, the end of the sunset, can, end is beautiful
I lost in the ridiculous city corner, no one to ask ............
The one who likes to repair 'only talks about the piano Talk about "
How far is it? At the top of the sunrise, never touch the distance
One day, I will forget your worry.Injury, remember your appearance, remember your harm, learn to forgive
The most regrettable word in the world is the past. The most unbearable back, I don't want to mention it, but I think of
The road is still very long, or a more unchanging desolate
The streets who have been walking, but there are countless strangers
smile penetrating the roller, the tears dropped the window
Beautiful, only love, only 殇, only tears
This blue sky, bright and pure as our sleepy teenager
There is a kite, engraved the eternal memory, but accidentally broken the line, floating, ah, floating, ah, how to find
No regrets These light and dim,
This heart is no trace, sent to the dream, and after snow melting, the language of the corner is exposed, and the peach blossoms come out of Qingxi's poems.
Only playing the piano does not talk about love
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