Talk about cursing yourself and hating yourself.

One year old, one day without a day, one autumn after another, one generation urges the next; Meeting and parting, mixed feelings, lying on the sofa, living in a dream all my life.

I have given everything I need, and I am willing to give it to you, except to let you know that my heart hurts.

I don't want to die under your tree, because it will bring you trouble, but I can't help myself. Is it wrong to like someone?

Dare not expect too much. I just want to treat this moment as eternity and the present as a memory, bit by bit.

It is unconscious to let a person walk into his heart.

I lack the ability to supply courage, so I choose to escape, I choose to cheat, I choose to be indifferent. Immersed in the liquid mixed with these complicated emotions, I gradually lost my touch.

That kind of disease called "lost heart madness" will have such a scene.

I began to hate my cowardice.

I'm just a clown, a cowardly clown.

Why did I give everything to coins?

People will never see the broken mirror, but I mean, a thousand years in the world is like my moment.