Classic women's aestheticism and sadness, bleak memories at the end of the season.

Keeping you is tantamount to begging for a base.

There are pictures in the picture that can't be drawn, #

We don't understand the hidden rules of love.

Wc, why pretend we love each other? //

Love that never breaks up. Because I don't love.

At the end of the season, that bleak and pale memory.

You don't know how to cherish until you lose it.

Divide it. I made you feel tired.

That interpretation turned into a sigh.

Interpretation, a relationship

Forget the sorrow.

Flowers, colors, people and tears

Just because a man cries doesn't mean he is weak.

Only blame time for diluting fate *

There are always shadows.

Turn around, tears still exist.

I see the sadness in your eyes.

-I didn't know love was like this.

The curtain call is so confusing.

-my smile, gradually expired.

Don't let yourself live like a joke.

You're afraid of being single with your hands apart?

There are too many people around you. I would rather leave you.

There is no time to say goodbye.

Just get used to it.

Stop crying around you.

A sink? A blank heart

Miss the temperature in your arms

1 station? punch-drunk

Love is gone.

"What are you afraid of?

Stroking one's brain morosely

Music, memories

Friends of ╭?Just, that's it.

You still forget me-

Time can't erase my thoughts of you.

I am lost in the maze of memory.

No matter how light the memory is, it is no lighter than the pulse.

The dazzling sunshine can't shine on my thoughts.

ゲ mottled fleeting time, can't let go.

If. We are still together.

The performance was endless/understated.

Lies are still beautiful.

Slowly forget your troubles and blue dreams.

Even if Qian Qian can't sing in the future.

Flowers fall for a fixed time period?

The man who swore. "

You once loved deeply.

Missing is a pain that can be breathed.

My loneliness turned into anxiety.

Great love.

Then, love goes with the flow.

Memories of unparalleled injuries.