Is that a lie? Who has calculated...
Some things, because they are worth it, there is no turning back.
Spring is getting warmer, flowers are blooming, but people are gone... Who are you saying goodbye to?
However, no one saw his quietly leaving figure.
He loves him, he loves him.
Although everyone left silently...
Will time make people get used to pain? Will love lose to life and death?
In order to make him happy, make her happy, and make him happy... So he raised the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes...
Unguessable thoughts, lying love.
When love is a thing of the past, who will remain in whose memory forever? Maybe no one understands... I can only look at heaven lonely...
His life will open up another kind of love scenery that is soul-stirring and bleak. The most beautiful thing is the meticulousness of lies...
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