After meeting you, the ideal is no longer to ride a horse and drink to the end of the world, but to go home no matter how late it is.
You are my warm gloves, cold beer, shirt with the smell of sunshine, dreams day after day.
Turn your liking into wine, and the cats from hundreds of miles away are drunk.
Your name is the shortest love poem I've ever read.
Either you delete me, or I'll always want to talk to you.
After I met you, I have participated in every dream of mine.
*Originated from the Internet).
I really want to take your hand and flee to the early clear sky and fields, without flinching or looking back.
Maybe I don't mean the words, but I'm glad I met you.
On the 800-meter course, I silently recited your name.
You've always been there, I've always loved, and I love the most, only love.
I will meet a lot of people, but your place will always be yours.
I want to kiss your ears at the moment when the moon is approaching and the moon is approaching.
I say goodnight to the world, but I say I like it.
The story is long, and I'll cut it short, I've liked you for a long time.
You blink your eyes and you become a star and fall into my heart.
Others are eyebrows and eyebrows, and I only peek at you.
Wanting to drink with you is fake, and wanting to get drunk in your arms is real.
If you laugh once, I can be happy for days, and if you cry once, I will be sad for months.
The love words at the corners of your mouth are you, what you think in your heart is you, the stars in your eyes are also you, and the love for the rest of your life is you.
*Originated from the Internet).
I have given you a gift full of stars, but I still feel that the stars are not as good as you.
I miss you, it's the kind of miss that can't be solved by hitting **, it's the miss that must be hugged tightly when you see each other.
You are the joy of your youth, and the sweetness of the rest of your life.
Two catties of peach blossoms are made into wine, and ten thousand cups are not as gentle as you.
If you don't reply to my messages, you're a stinky pig, it's normal for me not to reply to your messages, which fairy you see is not busy.
If you think you can soak me, you can give it a try, and I'll let you know what it means to make your wish come true.
*Originated from the Internet).
For you, the kind of like on the tip of my heart, when others get close, they are full of jealousy, and they are so aggrieved that they cry.
I don't know how to move, just seeing your good-looking eyebrows and eyes, it's like seeing thousands of rivers and mountains.
The best love is probably that you accompany me through nothing, and I accompany you to the end of the years.
Nothing else, I just want you to always be there for me.