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I finally came to the waterfall. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I suddenly remembered He Baorong. I feel so sad. I've always thought that there should be a couple standing here.

Just like the painting of the table lamp, a couple under the waterfall. And now, the waterfall is splashing, and along with the past fragments, there is a dense sadness. The cold is pressing, and it is biting.

The light in the long, narrow corridor was dimmed yellow. I'm afraid you'll leave and wait for you to come.

Dirty and humble communal kitchen. Kitchen tango, no one disturbs you, your beauty makes me unbearable. Two bowls of rice, how many dishes and soups are you going to cook this time?

Around the corner of that bar, I used to watch you come and watch you go. Your back always makes me linger and forget me. You can only rely on alcohol to temporarily numb your nerves, or light cigarette after cigarette to comfort and create the illusion that you are still there. I don't know if you smell in the same place that I missed you at the time, when you thought of me.

Small room to rent. The couch is on the opposite side of the bed, and you've tried to put them together, only to be returned to their original place by me. The wind blows the curtains, and the past curtains. Help you scrub your body, feed you, watch you sleep, and of course, there are times when you are angry and helpless, and I have to cook for you when you are sick. We've had fights, we've had peaceful coexistence, we've practiced dance steps. I never told you that I don't really want you to recover too quickly. This time of taking care of you is my happiest day.

You don't know that after you left, I hallucinated and heard someone knocking on the door, thinking you had returned. But time again, hope was disappointed. At the end of the day, I was scared to go back to that room.

I don't know if you've ever been back in that house since I left. Whether the furniture is in the same place, whether the cigarettes that have been bought back are still in their previous positions, whether the lamp is repaired, and the door is opened. I always thought we could start all over again. But in the end, he hugged the quilt and cried silently.

I always thought I was different from you. But when people are lonely, it turns out to be the same.

It turned out to be all the same. It makes me feel bad. The pain of peeling off the cocoon. Who can relate?

I'll be lonely, I'll be lonely, I'll be crazy, I'll cry, especially when you're not with me.

I don't want to wait any longer.

The price of continuing to wait is that hopes are disappointed, disappointment repeatedly, then the heart turns to ashes, and finally despair.

Even though I knew to give up, it hurt.

For I know that I have no resistance to you. Especially your sentence,

Li Yaohui, it's better for us to start all over again.

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Do you remember what you were doing at 3 p.m. on April 16 last year?

I don't remember what I was doing.

But I remember three o'clock in the afternoon on April 16 of theirs.

A minute friend

16th, April 16th. You were with me one minute before 3 p.m. on April 16, 1960, because you and I will remember this minute. From now on we are friends for a minute, it's a fact, you can't change it, because it's already in the past. I will come back tomorrow.

What woman wouldn't be tempted by the man who asserted "You'll see me in my dreams tonight" from the beginning, the man who said "a friend for a minute"?

He walked towards her. He watched. He approached. His eyes were full of affection, and his veins were broken.

She had been there for a long time. She was indifferent. She is fearless. Her heart sprouts, and the flowers bloom in the wilderness.

In addition to embracing each other gently, all she wants is a lifetime like a secular woman. Her cousin is getting married. She also wants stability and commitment, as a proof of longevity.

Promises for some people may be just a word, how easy.

But for others, commitments go hand in hand with responsibility, and if they can't be fulfilled, how can they be easily promised?

He understands himself.

So he said, I don't know how many more women I will love in this life. I didn't know who I loved the most until the last minute.

His departure. His seeming indifference and resoluteness are unrelenting. and his swift new love.

She waited. She was nostalgic for her pain and looked back to try to redeem it. Her tears on a rainy night and the corners of her skirt that flew up. She clings to his downstairs night and night, knowing that he is not homely, but she still insists on being cold and discouraged.

It's been a long night, and there's nowhere to hide.

Encounter the accompanying policeman. He said

You've always said it's okay tonight, so how did you spend last night?

Without a sense of belonging, how can you give others a sense of security? You say he doesn't warm others enough, so do you see his hesitation?

You might say that he is too amorous and unforgiving. But only he knew that he was a bird without legs, and could only fly and fly all the time, and sleep in the wind when he was tired of flying. This bird can only go to the ground once in its life, and that is when he dies.

All he was looking for was love. All he tried to prove was love. Abandoned by his birth mother. He's been thinking about it all the time. He went to look for it, not asking about the reason and hardships at the time, not to mention the hardships and bitter thoughts on the way, but simply wanted to see her and see what she looked like. So much for.

However, his wish was still in vain.

He said when he was about to close his eyes.

I used to think that there was a bird that would fly at the beginning and fly until the day of death. In fact, it had never been anywhere, and the bird had already died in the first place.

I used to say that I wouldn't know who my favorite woman was until the last minute, and I wouldn't know what she was doing now. It's starting to dawn, and the weather looks good today, but I wonder what the sunset will be like today?

If thou art a fire, I would like a moth to put out the fire

Compared to Su Lizhen's slightly reserved love.

Lulu's love for him is another kind of unreserved moth that loves because of love.

Met on a pair of earrings. thought that he could get out of the scene and leave, but he fell into the whirlpool of love.

She knew from the beginning that he was cynical and uninhibited, that he didn't belong to her, and that he would leave her at any moment. She didn't even know if he loved her or not. But what to do? He just tamed her. What could she do?

Be willing to be a moth, just because he is her fire and her light.

So she clinged to him, relied on him, and couldn't do without him. She was angry and frightened when she saw the other women, but chose to stay after he told her to go and not come back. When he was in a bad mood and said that he wanted to invite him to watch a movie, he was said to be able to support him financially. After he leaves, he goes to find his ex-girlfriend, adoptive mother, friends, everything he has a relationship with. After learning of his whereabouts, he followed him without hesitation.

Sometimes loving someone gives up everything, including dignity and self.

Sometimes loving someone will be down to the dust and then blossom.

Before he left. The joyful writhing dancer Lulu was gone, and she was seen alone on a rainy night, and the rain was full of sadness and nostalgia.

And behind her, there is his friend who has always loved her.

Another moth.