Talk seriously and informally.

● After 20 years of dreaming, I still don't understand love and affection. Those who write poems are prudes, while those who read poems are the most ruthless.

In the face of difficulties, all tears and helplessness are the embodiment of cowardice. Only those who have really experienced bitter days can calmly talk about the dribs and drabs of those days. The most painful experience in life can't be told and written, and it just doesn't matter if it is said!

I just like your serious nonsense expression.

I'm going through those days.

Those expected happiness

And accidental death

In the future, you will also move forward on another day.

I will open a door that day.

I just don't know if you keep your promise.

My door is fixed and yours is rotating.

I said I love you.

You don't believe me. Then hate it.

Love and hate loneliness itself is an emotion.

Like water hidden in water.

There are four fish and some fragments of time on my desk.

Every day they walk in the same fish tank with ten colors.

Then go home.

I'm not good at raising fish, so do they love me or hate me?

There's one lonely one left.

Their bodies were buried in the cold ruins at night.

such

I still believe and be loyal.

I won't lie tomorrow, and I won't be cunning in spring.

On the other side of the mountain and the sea, there are a group of little fat people.

They are optimistic and persistent,

They have endless happiness in losing weight ~ ~-