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Helpless

When can I look at your face and forget the original and truest love

In the green clouds, I repeatedly told myself that I couldn't fall in love with you, but I still fell in love with you, in fact, I didn't know what kind of love this was, I could only tell myself that I liked you so much, maybe I didn't like you at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Helplessly, the word "love" is always difficult to say

The past is like the wind, recalling the past life like a dream, recalling the past again, and the stories appear in front of you, but you can't hold your hand when you reach out.

Tell me God,

The sky, the earth, he is there!

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The green mountains are green and eternal, and the red door is from a thousand buildings.

Drunk to see the falling flowers and smile at the cherry blossoms, don't talk long about the Qinglou Pavilion.

Thousands of years of sorrow, dusk and sunset shine in the dust.

Asking about the situation today, my heart is difficult to understand.

Why what, shouldn't I, empty plugged, leave this door, look at today's red face and spring, how many are crazy about this, addicted to the world, looking at the dust, and I am mortal and can't escape, hey! The reason why people are more or less strange and self-admiring for this is because of the tricks of love, and I am nothing more than this.

Still, I hope that he will come to soothe my wounded heart.

He may just be a beautiful shadow, a shadow in my heart that I can't touch, and I am so fascinated and crazy about it......

In fact, I don't know what I should do or what I shouldn't do, I'm just a fallen leaf, floating in the world, returning to the earth, and holding on to the roots.

I don't know when I'll be able to do it, wake up, and be able to see him again, once in a while, if she exists, I don't understand, and I don't know that he I'm still waiting.

Helpless, helpless, maybe, this is the music of life, no one can change the notes, but he played a song of life, a happy sad song, spectacular discardable.

Can the demands of your mercy be fulfilled

Don't let me believe in the fallacy that the sea is rotten and the sea is rotten, and the private is old.

-- That's ridiculous to me.

However, I would like to hear that sentence a lot, even if it is still a joke.

Now, what can I do now, I have no choice but to bow my head helplessly, sigh wordlessly, shake my head is midnight, noon, and every other day.

How much helplessness lies in this. The white-haired love silk is in the bottom of my heart.