Honey, I want your signature.

It turns out that I'm so sad, but I'm the only one who's persistent. I try to smile and be strong, and I'm lonely and build a wall. You and I are just two intersecting lines, and the distance is getting farther and farther away. Fairy tales are over, and forgetting is happiness. Love is like fireworks, which is beautiful when put on, but turns into ashes in a blink of an eye. No matter how unforgettable it is, it's just a passing thing now. The thoughts in my heart are deeply hidden, and there are endless words for you and me. The thoughts that have been blown away by the wind, and then disappear. There is only one person in the world, how can I not cherish it? I won't understand until I know the ending. I miss 〃涐涐every day. I just want a little warmth, a little touch, and a little depth. None of us is wrong, but the memory is too painful. I study hard to love, but unfortunately I forget to wait. The original ending is already doomed, and it is futile to struggle again. Use simple words. Being brave is not giving up. I love you, you love her, and she loves you. What a simple semi-circular truth. A person is always just one person, and there is a shadow to accompany him. How long does it take to talk about a love that never breaks up? Some people say that I am a playboy, but I think that I am affectionate. Very simple and simple happiness ".What about being together again? It feels wrong". When one day we really understand, maybe we won't love again ".Without bitterness and complaint, who can accompany me forever". No matter how tired, bitter and painful it is, it is only for you to like me " Regret has always been like an inexhaustible eraser. I can't help forgetting in beauty, but I can't resist memories in sadness. There is loneliness hidden behind silence, which is unforgettable. The road I traveled in a perfunctory tone says that you love me, and I don't need it. The whole world sees that I am trying to be brave, but I don't know it. The pain is heartbreaking. Memories are like chaotic threads, winding around my heart. A woman's emotional injury must be healed by another man. When loneliness and loneliness collide, I choose you. Sometimes, I suddenly can't find myself and throw myself away without a trace. Looking at the imperfect ending ".Get used to others' unaccustomed habits and change others' habits". In reality, no one can guess the final direction of the story ".The imprint of different shades, the memory of laughing it off" Disappeared memories, sad personality signature-listening to the perfect melody and watching the imperfect ending.