The flowers bloom for a season, and I have become a fleeting memory.
——Inscription.
Listen quietly and remember silently, I am afraid of touching the desolate colors in the dark night.
Li Xiao said, Huamo, your world is too lonely.
The painting does not smile or speak, just silence.
In fact, what Li Xiao doesn't know is that my heart has been hurt too deeply. Loneliness is just a wound because it still hurts.
"Questions of Right and Wrong"
Every story has a plot ===== The relationship between you and me ======= We never speak those words
Every love is like a moving melody ===== No one believes it, only care ======= That sentence I love you
A sincere heart but only towards you ===== We never face that problem ======= We always seem to lack courage
Maybe the simpler the love, the more fascinating ===== Those right and wrong questions ======= Others say
You are another piece of scenery outside the window ===== It's always nerve-wracking ======= The relationship between you and me
What relationship do I have in your eyes ===== I will look forward to it ======= No one believes but cares
Your breath is hidden in my love ===== The dawn when love blooms ======= We never face that problem
When can I face myself honestly ===== There will definitely be beautiful love ======= Those right and wrong questions
That sentence I love you ===== You are another piece of scenery outside the window ======= It always makes people nervous
We never speak those words ===== What relationship do I have in your eyes ======= I will look forward to it
It always seems like I lack courage ===== Your breath is hidden in my love====== That dawn when love blooms
Others say ===== When can you be honest with yourself ====== There will definitely be beautiful love
We never speak those words
That sentence I love you
It always seems like I lack courage
Others say
the relationship between me and you
No one believes, only care
We never face that problem
Those right and wrong questions
It's always nerve-wracking
I will look forward to
That dawn when love blooms
There will be beautiful love