First, in fact, I like you this thing is only three minutes of heat, but a three minutes after a three minutes, never stopped.
Second, you object this position, I want to sit firmly for a lifetime.
I want my name to be written with you, whether it's on a wedding post or on a funeral tombstone.
Fourth, the ripples in your heart are all moving for you. The tenderness in your eyes is all for you.
Fifth, I am nothing special, just like you very much.
Sixth, I know that you are also approaching me, and the galaxy is your greeting gift, so I also went to you, and the twilight is thousands of miles, all of which are my return gifts.
When I am strong enough, I will become your brightest sun, radiating light and warmth only for you.
The world is a huge doll machine, I stand by the window, I just want you.
Nine, may I go from green to mature, from shoulder-length short hair to long hair fluttering, the person who accompanies me is you. When you wake up and find that the person next to your pillow is you, as long as it is you, nothing else matters.
Whether in this life or in the next, all I want is you.
I want to be your lover for a lifetime, one year less, one day, one hour, not a lifetime.
There are so many dazzling people, you are the only one who flashes to me, whether it is flowers or stars, all the beautiful things in the world exist for the purpose of comparing you.
I want to borrow a future from you and repay it with all my warmth and love.
Fourteen, a large bucket of popcorn with you to eat, an oversized glass of juice to drink with you, the road ahead no matter how long will be with you.
Fifteen, anxious to you, heart to you, all night without sleep to you, desperate to give you, a lonely courage and the rest of the life for sixty years, all to you, from now on the afterglow is you, the rest of your life is also you!
Sixteenth, the happiest thing in the world is to be a vulgar couple with a person who is not vulgar.
Seventeen, life as long as two lucky times is good, once to meet you, once to the end.
Eighteen, I also want to be like clothes, basking in the sun all day, playing hide and seek with the wind, talking to the blue sky, and in the evening, someone carries home, and that person is you!
The things that you find difficult are effortless in the eyes of people who are full of love. Like I never felt that loving you was a laborious thing.
Let me tell you a story, the story is too long, I summed it up, just four words, "I miss you."
Twenty-one, I want to soak all the love words I soaked in the milk bottle, carefully packaged into candy, and grab a handful of it locally and hold it in front of you. You are every line in my love poem.
Twenty-two, recently a little tight hand, want to borrow your hand to hold a hand.
Twenty-three, I want to hide you in the pocket of my chest, melt you warmly, you can no longer be separated, never let others think, only allowed to love with me alone.
Twenty-four, the most romantic thing I can think of, is to grow old with you, until we are too old to go anywhere, and you still regard me as a treasure in the palm of your hand.
Twenty-five, like you, I want to give you the sweetest part of the grapefruit, the little cherry on the cake to you, as long as it is a wonderful thing, I want to give it to you.
Twenty-six, from morning and dusk to dusk, from poverty to abundance, from youth to old age, from meeting for the rest of your life, I only want to interlock with your ten fingers, and never be separated again.
If a thousand people pass by me, I can also hear your footsteps, for others are stepping on the ground, and you are the only one who steps on my heart.