One person, one person, in the icy sunlight of autumn, walking across the bustling crowd, seeing all kinds of strange faces, joy, calmness, enthusiasm, quietness, tranquility, cheerfulness, depression ... this feeling, wear with one There is no such thing as a sunny road in the thick darkness, and the Jinhe in the lights can't shake the ripples in my heart. All scenery, to me, seems to be nothing but irrelevant. Everyone may have such a lonely time, but some people choose to forget, and some people continue to sink. I would rather sink myself for a while, but the sky-flying posters still tell me that the love letter contest is coming. I have written a lot of words, praised or satirized. On the cool autumn day, I was sober, and found that I hadn't written a love letter for you, and gave us a little love for romance. But ah, when I write a love letter for you, will you be gone? But have you been there? What you write in this mood that seems to have lost love will only make you sadder. Maybe I love you. Many irrelevant things and irrelevant things can make me suddenly think of you.
How I think, learn poet, write with excitement or calmness, brother, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you. The leaves you sent me are still green, but the riverside is small, and the willows are broken by the bridge. Autumn is still here. The mood is to depreciate the campus into old yellowed photos. I freeze it in the camera of a stranger and send it to me if I do n’t know. Where's the postcard. The new-order creeper has turned from a gorgeous one into a bright red wound. When spring comes, it will be green and full of vitality, as if nothing had happened, and the habits you gave, like stubborn scars that never heal, make me forget. Liu Sezhe is hard to collect, knowing the doubts of the ruler, difficult to send the ruler, how can it be? How can you understand the vague emotions in the heart of the secret change? I am afraid that this situation will become its own memory, scattered, rain Rest a little cool, a dream.
One sentence after one injury, nothing to say, you sit and watch the fate break, just as Vae sings too many injuries, it is hard to tell the heart. Us, when will this state come to an end? How will it end? Will it, in the end, I stop imagining, look like you, close your eyes and stubborn, and never care about those past, do not want to be out of reach of the future .
In the cardamom years, there are trees and trees in the mountains, which is my initial mood when I see you. There are trees in the mountains, there are trees in the mountains, I do n’t know if the heart is happy! We have been so close, we can see it as soon as we turn around. We have been so far away, spiritually and geographically. In the long night, how many times you can't change your gaze. Later, everything became clear because of you, we seemed to be intimate, but who can refuse willfully, we are finally far away. Far away from the horizon, sometimes it feels as close as possible, sometimes it is like a distance that can't be crossed in a lifetime. You are the mystery of the unresolved authorities, often confusing me and hurting me. Nowadays, sometimes I can't help but think that I love you, or I who indulge in love and indulge in my small world. Time passed through our faces steadily, but many of us are still like children, and we do n’t know how to do it.
There are many reasons to miss, poems about the Wild Goose Pagoda, brown schoolbag, white wallet, blue you like, and the way you have traveled ... However, I still like purple, you wo n’t understand the poem, I did n’t I have been to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and I don't love blue. In the quiet time, you are like a distant symbol, always there, but not reachable. Our relationship was also fragile like a spider's web, and it broke with a single tear. The group becomes 0/0, everyone is without you, Fetion is offline, text messages are not returned, and the phone is always busy. I only know how far you are. As long as you do n’t want to, I ca n’t find it. You said that you love me, how can I believe that I can't disappear without an unavoidable mistake. How long for your understanding and how sad you are, I don't want to force you to forgive my stubbornness, my capriciousness. How much do I love you? I can't write a love letter.