"If you are forever for this wisp of love, for the sake of love, you are willing not to change

In this life, I only hope for this dream, and I only want to get your love in my life

You hold on to it, and I hope you hold it and never let go

Thousands of gentleness, this slender hand, thousands of wisps of love are infiltrating

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The legacy of hatred is always immortal, and the daughter is still chic with a smile

Right and wrong, a thousand grievances and grievances are like a lake blowing wrinkles

I've been loved and hurt, I've been loved and hurt you

May I be separated from you again for the sake of my encounter with you

What I want to say is to forget the person I love the most, I only have you in this life, and I will always have you

What I want to say is to forget the person who loves me the most, I only have you in this life, and I will always have you

Love is so delicate

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likes his brother Leslie Cheung's "Favorite", too many words seem contrived, and there is no need to repeat it. Like his voice, you can completely put yourself in it, and the person in the Buddha's words is yourself, deep and meaningful, but extremely sad.

The moment I stepped into the school gate listening to such a song, I couldn't help but think of the indescribable feeling when I left two months ago.

On June 20, 2012, the sun was scorching, the sun was very dazzling, I, dragging a suitcase, wearing sunglasses, shed tears, because of your text message, saying that I went to Shanghai, similar to breaking up, I didn't reply, I didn't force it, because I knew that even if I did that, I wouldn't get any answer. It's a one-way line between us, and only you can take the initiative to contact me and inform me, and I don't have the initiative. When I left, I couldn't help but look back a little more, hoping to see you standing behind me, just like I send you to this platform every time. Now I may have really learned something, even if I can't confiscate the fact that I love you, but I seem to understand this relationship, let's call it love. There is no right or wrong, I am not so open-minded, for a while, I have grievances, regrets and regrets. Here, there are all the memories of our opportunity. The farthest we've ever been to is from your dorm to the waiting platform outside the south gate of the school. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I haven't been allowed to have such an opportunity to accompany you to further afield.

I don't know how many times, I have walked every road I have walked with you, recalling the scene at that time, and I know that it is better to miss each other than to see each other. Now, I still think of you in my heart, and I often look at your photos on my phone, as if I am going on a date, not you and me, but me and me. I can't forget how it started and how it ended, but there may be a small satisfaction in all the regrets. "I would like to be, at any time, by your side, an acacia tree, just to wait for you." I guess this kind of hope is only available to people whose hearts have been completely filled by the people they love.

There were only a few classmates there, and this floor, and even this building, was empty. There was still more than a week before the official start of school, so I couldn't bear to pay the Internet bill, watch movies, play games, and the day passed quickly.

I will evaluate you: it is mild and very attractive. Non-treasure tree and the age, the bell period is met, why is it ashamed to play the flowing water? It is destined to meet a lover and treat him with sincerity. I have lost my way and complained, rather than be open-minded. Every time it is shown with a smile, the clouds are gone, and the color is clear. I don't want to smell it, and my face is uncomfortable! Write it in your journal and tell yourself that this is just what I think personally, that I imagine you, that I impose it on you, that maybe you don't feel like this, or maybe you don't want to.

—Diary, August 25, 2012