Pregnant, unattended, in a bad mood, tell me about it.

First, if you don't go to the south, you can escape the wind and frost. If you don't have a direction, you will wander around.

Second, it's not that I don't contact you, but that you make me feel that I'm bothering you.

No one knows how much I like you, but everyone around me knows that it is you I talk about every day.

Fourth, I desperately squeezed into everyone's carnival, just to take the opportunity to drive away loneliness.

You are sad because people who know you will be sad never ask why you are sad.

6. What news saddens me more than that you belong to someone else? It's nothing.

I will definitely go on your wedding day. I'll grab your groom's tie and say, "This is my dream that started ten years ago".

Eight, youth is a gorgeous tragedy, we each take our own lines, encounter different ideas, and gradually go far.

Nine, one day, I will also let go of my present persistence and reluctance, and live a new life without you with a little regret.

Ten, love words don't listen too seriously, it will hurt, lovers don't love too much, they will leave eventually.

1 1. Never trample on a person's enthusiasm with your indifference. It is inevitable that your hospitality will be exchanged for charity from others one day.

12. Just like tug of war. You try your best to pull the other person to your side, and you also see that the other person is trying to stay away from you. Finally, you say "forget it" in your heart.

Thirteen, pay will be rewarded, you see, you have paid sincerely, which one has not been hurt.

Fourteen, we are like a parabola, you are the focus, I am the line of sight, how deep you think I am, I think you are as real as you are.

Fifteen, you naively think that he still loves you, stop it, he just needs it, and you just happen to be there.

Actually, I'm very satisfied. At least I know your name, I have heard your voice and seen your eyes. I'm lucky, aren't I, although I'm sad.

Seventeen, there are some things that seem to be so much now, but at that time, it was really a second.

At the age of eighteen, you are not half kind to me, but this feeling grows like weeds, like loyal dogs and running dogs. The more I want to, the more I can't stay.

I almost believed you when you said you would protect me in the future, and then you became someone else's hero.

Twenty, I don't talk or bother, just think of you quietly for a while every day.