He once thought he got it, but he didn't want to get it, but then he lost it.
It took me such a long time to fall in love with you, how could I be willing to take even longer to forget you.
I can't forget you. If I teach you to forget me, that's fine too.
The west wind is cool, and the dreams are full of heartache.
He had told himself time and time again who should be loved and who should not be loved, but he didn't expect him to have planted it in his heart so early.
No beginning, no end.
It turned out that he missed it once and finally missed it.
Yangliu Yiyi is not a young man.
If I really die, will you cry for me?
Is your name Zixuan? Are you Zixuan?
Then she really died, clean and tidy, and then he realized that what he had been looking for for so long had really flowed away from his fingers little by little.
The son of the past has disappeared, but my heart has turned into ashes.