that night, I was like a walking corpse in the drunken street. And you, like me, are wandering with escapism. The cruel ankle was run over by the car like this, and you made that impression.
The dirty me, the wandering you, the unbearable Xinqiao, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a romance that belongs to love. But cruel you not only occupied my new bridge, but also let me see my portrait. So I begged for an agreement with you so that I could slowly fall in love with you.
But you can't seem to forget the sound of the cello in the past, the sound is as fierce as you run in the subway station. I'm also running, even more intense than you, I want to run in front of you to drive away the sound of the piano, but you still found his room. I threw away my cane angrily, but I didn't hear the gunshot from your cat's eye on his door with a smile. So you are back on my bridge that you occupied.
Hans said he didn't like you on our bridge because you looked so much like his former lover. Just like the night at the museum, his eyes must be blurred. Fortunately, he is not an unreasonable old man. Didn't he show you your favorite painting? And since then he has committed suicide in shame.
We indulged together on the new bridge and watched the fireworks. Gorgeous, free fireworks, just like our love. We laughed unbridled, shot guns, and surfed speedboats under the fireworks. Oh! By the way, and that charming wild dance.
If you love someone, tell him, "The sky is white." If that person is me, I'll answer, "But the clouds are black." Then we know we're in love. I think we are truly in love!
When we were on the road, you leaned over to watch the dance steps in the ballroom; on the Ferris wheel, you happily pulled away my fearful expression; on the beach, we ran naked.
I carefully guard my selfish love, although your eyes are slowly blurred, don't be afraid, I will act exaggeratedly in front of you and act as your guide dog forever. But the inexhaustible advertisement actually got into the radio that was picked up. So I still can't stop you from leaving, like no one can teach me to learn to forget, and that bullet through the ring finger.
Your dreams, yours keeps you searching for my dreams and my welder's prison is what it was when we were alone!
We meet again, in that Christmas snow. You lift the brush again, where you once occupied. When I thought that this time your joke would not end, you said you still have to leave, I can't stand it anymore, you said to be patient with you, but Bi just kept saying: yours is a little patient with me ! So I sank you into the bottom of the Seine with me.
I thought such a story was the end, but you still let love wake me up. Salvage the sand ship, the sand ship that goes all the way to the Atlantic, the sand ship that we put on a gorgeous love pose on the bow.
You said that the person you dream of in your dream should go to see him when you wake up. I thought that since I saw it, I should cherish it.
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