How to send it without a sense of flowers?

I thought about countless kinds of our future, but I didn't expect you to give up halfway.

You are not half kind to me, but this feeling grows like weeds, like loyal dogs and running dogs. The more willing you are, the less likely you will be forever.

It was easy to make up, but it was too difficult at first. You are a thorn in my throat. It hurts when pulled out, and dies when swallowed.

In fact, there is nothing I can't let go of, but I will feel sorry and pay so much affection. If it's gone, it's gone

Later, people lying on the blacklist, originally from the seven-color cloud, lit up your whole world.