Waiting is the first old life.
Love and parting, as if a turn.
Thousands of stars also not you eyes half.
Meet, not hate, hate is back.
I do not care, but the time can not go back.
Love is painful, love tired, love is nothing.
When no power, I will think of your smile.
I don't say I don't ask, and I don't care about me.
Short your scenery, I have a beautiful life.
Life if only such as first, then only way is unusual.
The beginning of the beautiful story, the tragedy is in the countdown.
Don't be in contact because I can't hurt.
Belongs to my radiant smile, where I am looking for.
Clearly don't love, why is it I still cry!
Parting let me deep experience, there is pain in the pain.
You think I should understand, what I do not know miss know.
Before you leave, I don't even have a chance to hug you.
You won't lose me, but I'm losing you.
I will not regret anything, because you are my choice.
Tiptoe, we can be closer to happiness?
Time went on, I do not know how much time wasted.
Breach not to mention not because of forgotten, but because the mind.
Who is who who who is regardless of personal danger, persistent life.
I was just a child, we can not be brave.
The inability of the complaint, you think I do not like the so-called.
I have seen you, for all, now we are already stranger.
You indifferent to my injury, I was still waiting for the.
I sing the song that you like again and again, the heart is crying.
Dear, we are still not Heaven and earth do not tolerate., we.
If I take all my courage, take you away if you want to.
Originally, really, a person afraid of loneliness, two people afraid of harm.
I am sad when you are not, I will think you do not want me.
A person's rebirth, may be destined for another person's pain.
I know a can not maintain long-term relationship, not worth bothering about.
When the tears flow down, just know, separate is another kind of understanding.
Even if the whole world to abandon you, I will still be happy to accompany you sad.
Like you, want you now. The one who loves you will give you the future.
Funny than the benefits, is that even if the failure can also be happy to play.
I deeply believe that there will be so a person to fall in love with all my full.
When we were young, we began to cry and laugh, then we grew up and began to cry.
Trust is like an eraser, at a time the error gets smaller and smaller.
You accompany me to a certain period of the day, but left me one day one night a street.
Miss you, endless miss, let me sink into the pain of missing.
Since the choice, you have to go on, overdraft of emotion, I become indifferent.
Now know, even the memories are so unbearable, after all, too much damage.
Lost things, in fact, never really belong to you, do not have to regret.
In hopeless love, unrequited love is like the feeling of suffocation in the water.
Our love becomes a memory, once in early will never change until death.
Hearing you say good night, it belongs to me, the most simple and lasting happiness.
Women have no sense of security, not that you have no money, but from your body can not see the hope.
Memories beautiful just fireworks lonely sad, black filled taunting fate.
Suddenly can not understand, live and love, the meaning of the four words what is.
Every time I think about you, I look up at the sky, so that I can't burst into tears.
If breaking up is the starting point of the pain, then in the end, I would like to be in love again.
Later you will inadvertently think of me, please do not forget that I have loved you so deeply.
Your heart, he inadvertently, love does not love their own people, in itself is no return.
I'm not in love on the square Busuanzi, Lao not so much love you hear when.
To lose you have nothing to do, but the sun is no longer warm, lively and has nothing to do with me.
Dear, go out to play tired, injured, then come back, I'm still here waiting for you.
Your head is not back, take away my everything, from my heart, desolate in the snow border.
I love to leave my mark on you, but I don't remember you never belong to me.
Since it is difficult to start, the separation is sad, then leave the middle of the best memories.
Being happy is another kind of pain which is installed to others. It is another kind of loneliness that is left for myself.
A person on the stage, singing happy, sad dance, deserted, but grow more enchanting.
Sometimes, do not care to know some things, only to find that they care about is so ridiculous.
If you like a person can be together with him, then the world will not have the tragedy of existence.
Looking back ten years, at that time with whom? You have the initial heart regret, the dream in the night.
Friendship is just dust, in fact, thousands of years ago, the wind gone with the wind, but I do not know why some people are reluctant to leave.
I really understand, you are not old, no, with me, when you feel lonely in your side.
There are always some time, people have when it comes to our hearts, we are not willing to admit.
Can not see the road in the night, I also hope you accompany me to walk together, get rid of the cold wind, from the sun, scattered tired.
I dare not to expect too much, just the moment as always, to now become memories, every little bit.
This life is a party belonging, but urn, no worries, the so-called are still out.
One day we will learn not to be sad, because we have already been like the butterfly, has completed the set together.
Look up at the starry sky, his eyes still remain a tears, the heart is who carved indelible scars.
Clip life silhouette, looking for the lost memory, was the name of the name, will be excluded from the reality.
Just want to find a can take me when I'm sad tears, I am happy that I can bite one's shoulders.
The most tiring thing in the world, than watching his heart is broken, but also have to stick it to their own hands.
Occasionally hear a song, see a seemingly familiar picture, a smile and tears deja vu.
Go, or go to the left, but a shell, to stay, or to leave, my heart is in the secondary roots.