Her beauty is intoxicating, suffocating, and even heartache.
The beauty of the outside covers everything, everything is no longer clear, and I don't want to see it clearly.
Crazy happiness, tangled pain, all because of her beauty.
He said he had never felt this way. I think so does she.
Everything is so natural, yet tangled, so beautiful, yet painful.
We always prefer the impossible, we like to continue to increase the bet on happiness in the midst of pain and tangle, we are used to waiting for the opposite answer after pessimistic and negative conjectures, and we are obsessed with the seeds of hope that are unexpectedly harvested after giving up.
In the end, regretting the passage of time in sadness, I found that even the memories have changed.
Facts protest strongly that fairy tales are just fairy tales, and happiness is not that kind of happiness.
What exactly do we need, or maybe we really don't need anything at all.
Possessiveness and jealousy make us take a small ruler and keep making gestures everywhere, carefully collecting, sorting, and analyzing data and information, we will be disappointed, and we will be happy... After tasting all the feelings with pleasure, It is found that gestures are just gestures after all, nothing can be found and nothing can be changed, it is empty.
It’s really good that many things can’t be figured out. If everything is connected, then it’s really a day of despair.
Elegy...
Elegy, is beautiful.
Accept it, admit it, vent it, release it.
Tangled and happy.
It's late at night, let's take a shower and sleep.
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