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A smile is just an expression that has nothing to do with happiness.

1. Is there such a person who once occupied your life, but now even feels embarrassed to say hello?

Life can't start all over again, so it was doomed to be a road of no return from the beginning. I fell in love with you, and I embarked on a dead end.

It is indescribable to fall in love with someone else in your heart.

If you can't let it go, you can't let it go. If you can't forget it, remember it first. One day, you will find that you have forgotten it in your mind.

5. A casual remark, a lyric. It will bring back all my old memories.

6. Sometimes, I know something by chance, only to find that what I care about is so ridiculous.

7. If loving you is hurting you, I choose to like you. If liking you bothers you, I choose to leave you. If I can exchange everything for your happiness in this life, I am willing to give everything … everything just because I love you!

8. If a stone also cries, I would like to be a stubborn stone and cry in your heart. At least, I can feel your temperature.

9. I once had a broken dream. I picked it up, tried to piece it together, then it was broken, picked it up again, and put it together again until one day I couldn't piece it together again. . .

10. Maybe we should try to forget, but we can't help remembering that love and hate meet like silk. I can only feel the decadence of these years, count the luxury that is about to go away, and keep indelible memories in my heart.

It is very distressing to say that a smile is just an expression and has nothing to do with happiness.

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12. I like you for a long time, and I have been waiting for you for a long time. Now, I want to leave, even longer than a long time. ...

13. You shed tears for others. How can I reach out and help you dry?

14. Sitting in a corner of the years, watching the fleeting time, the fear startled the wind and stirred the rain. In the red dust of love and hate, the years are deducing one encounter after another.