Girl, why do you always have to choose, night and day, a story that can never have both.
You are obsessed with the charming chapters of the night, but you yearn for the gentleness and stability of the day, so the swaying heartbreak gives people infinite hope, and then it is broken.
I beg u ,you belong to me .
Wait ,wait ,for long time ,long distance ,i will never ever let you go.
I give u my music ,give you dream ,give you everything you want,but what u give me back ?heartbreaker.
Is he the one?tell me ,tell me if you need me ,say that you need me ...
So I cursed you, cursed your happiness, cursed your happiness, cursed you for bringing me infinite pain. But when I curse you, am I happy? I don't know, should I be happy? Or fall into deeper misery with your misfortune. The fire of hell devoured my face, along with my sanity, my soul, and my happiness. My love,you are my love,i'll give you what you want ,whenever ,whatever,wherever,just say that you love me ,too.poor me ,bad me ,i will die right now without you.can you believe in it?you will never know ,you are so happy,even can't remember there is a poor me.
How can a lonely and paranoid extreme personality know how to love someone is the best, he just burns, burns, in In the dark night, I try my best to burn up everything that can be ignited, it doesn't matter if it is love or a lover... There is no music angel, but it is a terrible soul that loves and occupies in the name of music, even if it is an angel , is also fallen Lucifer, or, is Satan! Who would know how to love someone is right, to hide, to let go, to fight for reason, or to madly destroy? What you think is right is not what I think is right; the love you pursue is just what you want, and what about me? I am but a lost phantom. Opera ghost, I'm just a ghost in your life, art, yes, my art is the ultimate, so is my love. Do your best,i will do that too .back to me ,i beg you ,please back to me.i cant live without you ,even one day ,one hour ,one minute,one second.i'll never let you go.
People avoid lunatics, fear lunatics, and avoid them. In their opinion, geniuses become lunatics and cannot be touched. But only a madman dares to say that I have no regrets, and only a madman can do his best without regret. What about normal people? What about normal people? It's just a regretful memory of old age. I miss, I trace, trace the dead love, trace the lost love, but my love? She has long been asleep in the arms of others, and in others, she has carved an eternal impression. It's also love - hiding, protecting, destroying, it's all love
He is singing in my dream, he's crying in my dream, he calls my name again and again. Then what happened? It's all ruined. I dont know, but i still wish you were here. i always want that dreams come ture.
The last kiss is parting, forever.
I love you, love you as a shadow, love you, including the headstone on your grave.
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