Author: Wang Na. Original works are prohibited**.
The love words are too sweet, the tears are too salty, and all the companionship can't withstand time. In a hurry, another year. Do you remember the love story at the beginning of the year?When will the year's lovesickness be put down?Morning and twilight companionship, how can it be like a myth.
Tears fell again, just because the memories are all your love. Your love is the beauty of memories.
A word of love, a lifetime mortgage. A lifetime of companionship, a sentence without end. Time slipped away in love and longing. The years have given us the most beautiful optimization.
Tears will also be beautiful, and love words will bloom.
And my dear you, how will you express it?
The experience that is gradually blurred, I don't want to forget it, and I will forget it. If you don't have company for the person you love deeply, will love still have weight?A diary full of heart, carrying a heavy life, will be gently hidden. The person he loved was still busy. What kind of ending awaits that simple heart?
Maybe when you have gray hair, you won't care about it anymore. I used to love you deeply, and I used to be you, indulging in obsession in the world of love.
Gossip can't stop my thoughts. Thousands of words, awakening the miracle of love. Falling in love with you, my life is always twists and turns and very happy.
Losing my temper with you is my intention. Sloppy in front of you, a full interpretation of real life. Never get bored, it's the echo of your love.
Tired life, never disguise yourself. Busy life, love and fun.
The night mottled the memory. Cold, collected the past. The lights that are clearly extinguished dream of the legend of love. In winter, it will eventually run into the distance, leaving behind the warmth of spring.
"Spring Mist Order".
The ink dyes the years, and the years are light. In the dream, when will we see each other?
The snow falls and thinks about the country, and the winter is cold and warm.
I once asked the plum blossoms to open the branches, when is the spring haze?
Thin and happy, unsolved lovesickness.