May day, azure blue. The air is filled with the smell of love. With the wind and drizzle, planting plows.
The happiest thing every day is to go to you and see you smile simply and sweetly, and I am the happiest.
Tender affection and honey, long love, see each other and be happy, look forward to meeting and never leave, complain about when time is hurried to get together?
Self-indulgent and pretentious. Ever since I fell in love with you, I've always imagined myself as unmatched.
You say you, I say me, is there any difference? It's all because of love, love to the point where there's nowhere to escape, and you can't really have it. I thought that time could solve everything, but time made it even more impossible for you to escape.
Am I bad, you don't come to see me? Am I good, you love, you don't want to leave me?
Spring is about to run away, flowers fall to the ground, lovesickness, tears like rain. Why haven't you come into my arms yet?"
I tell it again and again, waiting for you, I don't know how? Love you, only to know more happiness and suffering.
What people can't understand is not life, but people, how bitter, how torturous. The game is played scene by scene, and I don't know what kind of result I want.
I want to be a bystander, just watch, just listen, don't say.
See it clearly, take it as a warning. I couldn't understand it, so I just laughed it off.
Life, after all, still have to live. Work hard, try to make yourself, live worth it.
You are looming in my life, and I can't stop crying and laughing. After tears and broken hearts, how to ask you for solutions?
You are sometimes naughty, sometimes cold, sometimes simple, sometimes sad, sometimes happy...
This is the real life, undisguised, living out the self.
And when will our love blossom and bear fruit?
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