There are stars in your eyes, and I heard God say it's doomed.
I want to drink beer with you in the street in summer and then kiss on the bridge. The sunset was left behind by us. I say I love you in my heart, and only the evening breeze can hear me.
In all the heartache, you still won the first place.
The evening breeze gently blows the curtains on the windowsill, and the twilight is hazy. I lay down and took a nap, so comfortable that I almost decided to live my life like this.
It begins at first sight and ends in old age.
Knock out cupcakes before eating, calm down before drinking coke, advise sandwiches and biscuits to be divided before drinking milk, and tell a joke to make ice cubes cry before biting.
The sky stole my red wine, drunk my imagination, blushed into a sunset glow, peeping at the gentleness of this world, the love I want, as long as you exist.
The cool breeze in midsummer blew away the burning anxiety, and the orange dusk embraced the dawn of mint.
May love be like a sunset glow.
I watched the moon on the playground that day. If you were there, I wouldn't have a chance to see the moon. I only have eyes for you.
You came into my life like a beam of light and then disappeared, but I'm still looking forward to it.
In the evening summer, the evening breeze blows wet hair and walks by the river, watching the sunset glow in the distance be submerged a little.
This summer, your name must appear on the admission notice. The person you like just likes you. Remember to live well.
Along the same latitude, we will meet sooner or later.
The evening breeze gently steps on the clouds, and there is an orange convenience store selling oranges and tenderness in the depths of the sunset.
I like sunsets. When dusk falls on me, there is no fireworks, no dust, only light and hope.
You may not shine, but you will always be gentle and bright. Because you like it, the direction of your efforts is you.
I am young, so I wait, but I am wrong in my youth after all. I can't be punctual and I can't count the time that flies.
There are elephants in Manchuria. The book says that every girl is a princess, whether she lives in a castle or an attic.
Some people like you because you can bring them happiness, while others like you because you are their happiness.
Wen's blue shirt is gentle.
Sweet and advanced romantic copy