The book that has not been opened for a long time has dust.
Rushing shoulders with many peoplefantasies never stopbut inspiration is like a rainbowdisappearing suddenly
Love is a very painful thing. Searching and searching never yielded results.
There are many people who think that they would rather be single than settle down After a certain age, they find out In fact, what is love No one has ever defined it
The weather is getting warmer.
I travel through the city listening to sad songs
The lingering rain waters the earth
I am no longer afraid of the dark.
I have fantasized about loveyeslike a girl who has not been involved in the worldbut it is short-livedlike a dream
Vaguely 20 to 30 years oldFate never gave me a chance to breatheSuddenlyI saw youth go away
Regret and regret.
Longing and despair.
I don't like to eat too hard things my stomach seems to be unable to digest it I still don't like to eat vegetables I always pick vegetables aside I don't like radishes and cabbage either.
But the appetite is much stronger than before.
Finally I can eat rice.
Will put a lot of chili
I don't care if my body is fatjust be healthy and happy.
Need to adjust mentality. There is still a long way to go. You will meet a lot of people. Many stories happened. The goodthe badwill happen anyway.
Falling asleep in a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River
Accompanying me are thin and broken voices.
Who will remember me
Whose dream will I walk into
Having not created for a long time, I am about to lose my sensitivity to life. Somehowcan't find a reason. I feel that something has broken my thoughts somewhere.
I don't want to sort out the relationship. Consider it an accidental lie.
Like the wind.
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