Vivian, I want to recall your tenderness.

More commitment is a burden ≈ eyes are gentle ㏄ that time touched me. Who uses life to render the world of mortals. We are always tied up and can't wake up-your sleeping memory lies can only lie down for a while. Left, the last gentleness abandoned the sadness of the past ╰' When weakness is 1, the thoughts generated are so chaotic \ Touch the vicissitudes of life, face, stay, live, gentleness ≈ My perfection is the happiness you gave me. The empty city you gave me has been guarding and waiting, just to meet that moment. Evoke our brilliant and flowery dreams, and the evaporated tears in the corner of our eyes dilute the unforgettable truth. You are the sadness in my eyes that I can't hide in the fleeting years. Just because you have left my love, my pale smile hides my loss. Do you still remember, I remember a sad year on the edge that overturned the stained glass. Where is my home? Who murdered my love? Even if the world returns to the original point, the streets with a special liking are still beautiful ☆ Our love is paying off debts ◇◆ ▂ ▃ _ Whose smile makes you intoxicated. There are traces of where you lived in your heart. * Enthusiasm extinguished the flame. Beauty loves flowers, and flowers are butterflies. I care who else is in your heart. You are my most wanted dream ∞ Incomplete melody Love a touch of the scorching winter sun and see through the so-called world of mortals△ (sitting in a time machine to see your future, your tenderness, my retreat//Memories are so sweet in the air. What Elizabeth wants is blurred, a person's gray life' You are the star I want most, close your eyes and breathe, and the sunshine draws a smile-look at it, time flies | People say. I can't comfort your pain ≒╭ 9 Remember, a beautiful smile is a disguise; The unspeakable pain belongs to my happiness; Whose tears you ignore are gentle and forced to compromise; The only tenderness in memory; You can't touch my inner pain; I face the sunshine and indulge in tears; I recall the promise of burying in a bumpy way that winter. Those understated years, the frivolity revealed from the bones can't touch your vicissitudes, the torn photos can't touch your fingertips/the neon of the city is too dazzling ▼ I don't know if it's true or not. Love is not the whole of life. Sunflower's smile is charming. Maturity doesn't mean that I lost my innocent tears and occupied my whole eyes. Sad memories make me unable to breathe. There is a faint perfume in the air. All the memories left are wet. My eyes are dim. After a long time, the scenery along the way is gorgeous. Did you finally stay? You broke my soul and neglected to believe in monsoon transit. You are gentle and tired, and you haven't fainted yet. A clear outline. A meeting of indulgence and reserve. How many stupid souls have you left in your world for the stubborn beauty of existence and a hug distance? "It's just a blank, a memory, an unshirkable failure, a flawless time, a fleeting oath. Who is the subtle beauty left? The sunshine is cut into lazy memories. Blue powder bosom friend is a beauty-the only remaining temperature is℃, and whoever waits is old. The waiting tears are the sloping sea. Encounter the illusion of love. Time is both a poison and an antidote. Memory is a clock that will stop at any time. Those tears of youth, fireworks by the sea, gorgeous my silence, and so on, are all an answer. Angkor's love for you has not diminished at all. " Sunlight passes through white memories. "You are my most dazzling sunshine. I don't understand my heart. When the curtain falls, whose sadness closes my eyes, reminding me of the tenderness you gave me. Ten days, ten days, ten days, ten days, ten days, ten days, ten days, ten days, ten days, twenty-six thousand and ninety-two belong to my sunny day. Let fate bury my madness-the remnants of youth, the love interrupted by the sunset, and the immortal singing in my heart all prove that we love each other. You are my proud existence. It's easy to forget you, but it's hard to say that you are helpless and desperate. You are the memory of my life. The scar has been severely exposed-let the memory stretch everything in every wrinkle. Everything has changed. Fate is half pure white and half shadow. Temptation or loneliness is no reason for love. Gorgeous hypocrisy behind the mask of prosperity. Your face froze my youth. The promise you gave is floating in the wind. The air is filled with this helpless atmosphere. Listen to the smoke screaming. Cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the evening breeze is slow, and the years are chaotic. If you really want it, you can have it. There is a fine line between sobriety and addiction. You use tenderness.