Colorful years compose eternity-midnight dreams and charming fireworks

Exotic enchanting burning one season cool 25 warm as summer presbyopia.

Bright as sunshine, smiling face and pink bow

Pure white dress

Light blue crystal shoes are born with temperament ▲

Beauty is born ▲

Bone feeling is innate ▲

Courage is innate ▲ The sadness that the corners of the mouth are pulled up.

The sadness in my eyes.

Sad hair curled up and gave a shocking little heartbeat.

I owe a little time for the rest of my life.

Nirvana reborn the little sun.

Irresistible little sunshine.

Envy that small hourglass that can't be worn out. I hate it when you take advantage of my simplicity.

I hate that you trample on my dignity.

I hate that you have defiled my sadness.

I hate you polluting my air.

I hate that you lied to my heart.

I hate it when you insult my existence.

I hate you for depriving me of my happiness.

I hate your debauchery and my trust.

I hate that you hid my eyes.

I hate it when you forget my concern.

I hate it when you slander my language.

I hate you for staying away from my love.

I hate you for wasting my youth.

I hate it when you control my emotions.

I hate it when you cover up my impulses.

I hate that you forgot my past.

I hate that you left my world.

I hate you exaggerating my age.

I hate you for diluting my memory.

I hate it when you ruin my mood.

I hate you for interpreting my tragedy.

I hate you for hurting my farfetched.

I hate it when you hurt my little hand.

I hate that you ate my heartbeat.

I hate it when you ruin my memory.

I hate it when you defile my past.

I hate that you exaggerate my past.

I hate you for deviating from my track.

| ▎ fetters the sunset

| ▎ is the sunset.

Lip prints on the right cheek you kissed.

The strawberry you planted on your left breast.

Mi plaid black suit ▼

Flower skirt white shirt ▲

Feelings of the past ▲

By- six desires ▼

-Lip love

-Pure love

Shallow temperature, su3k.

Beiyu su3k.

Yinglun man

British girl

Envy the people you miss and the people you love.

Indulge in money |▍ Freys

Fold the kite with shredded paper |▍ Fre3s

Indulge in ┉Cherish

Sink ┉Cherish

Heart craftsman

play up

blacksmith

break away from

Puppet, wait quietly in the passage of time.

Quietly staring at the vast sea of people

Silently praying in the flowers on the other side how to start to forget that I can still smile.

Why are you starting to forget that I still have a heartbeat?

▲ Superman without salted eggs,

▲ Meatballs without cherries,

▲ Xiao Xin without crayons

▲ Baby without sponge,

▲ A world without monsters,

▲ There are no ever-changing woody cherry blossoms.

▲ Winnie the Pooh and Superman need salted eggs without the happiness of pigs.

Xiao Xin's happiness needs crayons.

Mcdull's happiness needs instant noodles.

Winnie's happiness needs honey, and Maruko's happiness needs cherries.

Mcdull's happiness needs instant noodles.

Haibao's happiness needs a big star-this is the last time to forgive.

-This is the last place to live.

-This is the last concession.

-This is the last trust. There is an ending called destiny takes a hand.

There is a kind of heartache called endless life

There is a style that tells me to go my own way.

It's better to be single than lacking.

There is an emotion called enough is enough.

There is a memory that makes me frustrated, makes me white and makes me addicted.

Pale memories make me addicted.

I am addicted to dissolute memories.

The memory of whitening fascinates me.

Blue memories make me addicted.

The memory of hibiscus flowers makes me indulge in waking up from my dream, wandering the soul of midnight, and the wound is an ambiguous trace. Half a meter of sunshine pours into your life's tenderness/| A piece of vermilion continues to warm your life/unintentionally misses your tenderness ||| and has stopped your steps. The future is full of everything you just want to be quiet. Hug you, sleep | Only loneliness | Only vows on your shoulders | Only lingering flowers | Only misty rain and black noise are elegant loneliness | White peace is elegant loneliness | Whose lies are like the beauty of Andersen | Whose stories? O, O, I lost my life-I didn't understand your love until time passed |-I found that I had to wait several times to finish the story | I carved two lingering stamens on the golden vertical strings, and my emotions were changeable | The illusion of tears, the attachment of crying | The black and white world was too naked.

Black and white life is too messy. Fan you with the books around you.

Strip naked beside you to keep out the rain for you. | ▌ For all the pain of love.

| ▌ For all the injuries that hate persistence. Past events and drunken sunset.

Suddenly, the flowers and leaves are too short. The little black leather shoes under the street lamp.

The red high-heeled shoes under the street lamp ヽ|▍ state the past morning and evening.

| ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ ▍ in early winter. Wild youth stirs the soul | Colorful years compose eternity | Sunny haze is a bit dazzling | Vows are a bit scary | Your name is engraved on my ribs. -| My heart paints a picture of you. -Make up a gorgeous lie with your left eye | Cover a delicate summer wound with your right eye | Hook your fingers | Make an appointment again | Hold hands | Never forget |||||||||| Happiness reverberates in the alley where you first met |∞ Memory flutters in * * * ▍ as if years have brushed your face || Stay with your fingers across your lips | | Paths and flowers are still in full bloom. The river and butterflies are still flying. I can't find peace after searching. I can't find stability. Do you have temperament in a green dress? Is wearing a red dress temperament? Ambiguous breathing in the ear? The forehead is painted. There is no precious lip print on my forehead "-Zuiyan sings softly to the turbid wine |-Zuiyang dances with Huaying, charming sunshine blooms for whom ||| charming moonlight is sad for whom, long streets and forever ||| short alleys and moments-fearless waiting is obviously an arrangement-the so-called future is obviously an illusion-where the sun is still shining.

Romantic ▲ absurd △

Gorgeous lies carefully fabricated with the left eye | Covering delicate summer wounds with the right eye | My brother is in the street | My sister is at the end of the street | Waiting for you to turn around | Abandoning the responsibility of resisting fragile talents | Abandoning silence for half a minute ▲| Looking at each other deeply for half a minute ▲||▍ With a shallow and spoiled smile. Extravagant love is too ostentatious-turning around is still at the origin △| Looking back at the origin is still waiting ▲╰ Put on a broken heart with simple clothes |╰ Don't say that you miss me, lose your hypocritical face under the gorgeous mask | Leave me and don't say that you still love me | The gentle words of vicious men | Cry, cry, cry, the cry of decadent women. Can't paralyze the heart | The smoke is choking again. Irrepressible pain. "We remember the sadness of parting | We remember the fervor of this love.

You are the moon in your heart | The response gives you all the warmth.

▲ Please call me Mr. Stupid.

▼ Please call Miss Yan Hanbu Leng and others.

Without your body, your body temperature becomes ice.

Laugh and laugh, endure the overdue, C.