- 2021-09-16 16:52:38
Memory is like a close ghost, said not to hate you is my own duplicity.
Time is turning, people are changing, some things will never return to the origin.
The Iraqi people are dancing and singing, their clothes are fluttering, they are gentle and gentle, they are splashing ink, their grace is elegant, their love is full of notes, they are drunk under the cherry trees.
We are like the waters of the Baltic sea and the North Sea, but when they meet, they cannot merge.
Marriage may not be the person you love most, but it must be the most suitable for you.
Don't believe the memories, the people inside may not miss you.
How do you know what a broken heart it is to lose something that you didn't get?
Don't wait for the people around you to leave, to regret not cherish them.
I don't think I'm mature enough to be at the helm of my impetuous heart.
It's like watching one farewell film after another and getting separated from the people who come and go.
Maybe I'm just a traveler, but you won't meet the second me.
Life is a summer flower, who will subscribe to my sorrow? You said the future, is I can not touch the scenery. My departure achievements of the vast sky?