Yesterday's prosperity, today's tone, when everything becomes tomorrow's past. The loss of time, the short life, the SLIM love. ------ Preface
By accident, I opened the notebook and recalled the past scene.
Today's past, past love, weaving a beautiful dream.
In late summer and late autumn, the secrets in the depths of memory are revealed. Who can tell me why I am sad? Why is it sad?
There are too many ideals in my heart, too many regrets in my dreams, and why are people with rich feelings easily hurt!
Wandering in the streets of yesterday, think back to today's past. The memory flashed through in front of the eyes, leaving the feeling of that moment, is it family? Is it friendship? Or love?
The night is dark and the heart is quiet. Alone, watching busy people walk by in front of me, listening to the busy voice of the bustling city bypassing your ears. Why is my heart so sad!
The dim light marks a gloomy life and gets lost. Where should I go?
The road is no longer a road. What is love? Everything is quiet. The moment you lost, it was just as quiet.
Track, which represents my heart and my feelings. Quietly, silently, plug in headphones, listen alone, feel sentimental. The path in the heart has been buried by weeds, and the door in the dream has been drowned by tears. It is just the feeling reserved for you, but it is still waiting.
After a hard wait, we only get cold words. The last result is an unsuccessful result.
Falling in love with a person you shouldn't love, tears no longer need to prove anything. However, I still believe that one day we will be able to meet each other.
Since dating is already a mistake, I am not afraid to put another mistake _ waiting for the day of the meeting.
With the sound of steam, people walking on the crosstab have stepped up to avoid rain.
Looking at the scene, think of her, our memories.
Two ideas, two choices, two methods, two purposes, two people, two moods.
In fact, leaving is also a kind of love.
But I believe that I still will be very happy without you.