Speak with a bad temper

I have a bad temper. My good temper is all because I love you.

Second, when I miss you, I feel a little happy and sad.

Third, I also want to forget you, but even the input method recognizes you.

The best feeling is that when I look at you, you are already staring at me.

I have repeatedly stressed the need to keep a low profile, but you clapped again and again and swore at me.

Status quo: I'm wasting time, I'm wasting time, I'm blurring the present, and I'm afraid of the future.

Seven, whoever bullies me in the future, I will carve his name on the wood and light two white candles.

Eight, you bully me if you are unhappy, anyway, I like you so much.

When I first saw you, it was clean and bright, and there was no white shirt, but it also made my heart no longer quiet.

I am just stubborn and unwilling to compromise, but I still try my best to jump in when I know there is no hope.