Recently, I like to listen to Zhao Lei's songs, but I don't feel the dream of listening to CDs, only listening to a thirty-year-old woman has the most feelings, in fact, I like the beginning of the somewhat restrained and hasty words: As long as you come back tomorrow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, I've always been there, as long as you will come back, I am willing to look forward to as many tomorrows as I want, but you go farther and farther, how can you ever think of turning back? Not to mention coming back.

I can live my life and whatever I want, as long as it's not you, I can really compromise.

But I've done my best, why do they still think it's my inaction?

I just can't talk about it, I can't talk sweetly, and I can't bear to take out the romance in my head.

I just like to be honest, I like to be wooden, I like to be alone.

Because no one wants to choose to understand me, they all want me to understand them. But if you're not mine, I'll have to forget you after I understand you.

I don't have a lot of brain storage, and I really don't want to remember people who are destined to be passers-by.

In my heart and mind, I can only remember the woman who made my heart flutter, although I don't remember her very well.

I couldn't remember her appearance from the beginning, but she suddenly fell into my heart, and her every move could stir my calm heart.

What I should do at this moment is to recite the three thousand scrolls of the Yellow Court quietly, instead of rolling in this red dust.

People don't necessarily have to love, it's enough to be moved.

Life does not have to have a marriage, it does not necessarily have to have traces, unless you are a genius, otherwise sooner or later you will be crushed by the gears of history, and will be blown away by the hurricane of time in the long river of time.

As long as my heart has moved, even if I wander in the sky and think of you, my heart is full of sufficiency, even if I die tomorrow, I feel that there is no reason to live this life.

People are so simple, I am so naïve, it's not that I don't want to be mature, but I want very little.

As long as you come back tomorrow, that's fine.

Maybe I'm full of hair, maybe I'm stumbling, maybe my brain is cloudy, maybe I'm just waiting for you if I'm not dead.