I don't believe in love,
ymmqkbr.cnWith a legitimate reason not to move itthey continue to put it on the shelf.In the pauseyears seem to coughreminding us what to say and what not to say; what should be remembered and what should not be remembered.

There are some names in everyone's heart that they don't want to mention again.Someless people walkand gradually become a road.But I have to spend all my life to forgetto fight against miss and hope; things are never fairI am playing a losing game and losing all my life's emotion.

Now it seems to be standing in an awkward intersectionwhat is lost is the happy telling of bluffingwhat has not been obtained is the calmness of writing.When younglove is possessionlove is selfishness.

All this will be in the memory of wanton tampering with the writinggradually abstracted into some fog like dustfloating in the vast darkness outside the dreamfalling day and nightthe dust will eventually settle.
ymmqkbr.cnThe dusk is drawn infinitely long.I cry the most in front of you
If life kicks you a lotdon't forget to slap it in the faceResistance is better than tears.Is to be able to be more powerful to revive the momentumcomeback.
Some peoplethe white eye on the white eyetry not to talk nonsense with him.I can drink the strongest wineI can spend the late autumn without youI can smoke the strongest smokeand I can forget the tenderness you once treated me.