Giving up on you is always a drag.
Until the end, all the warmth is called the past.
When I become more and more polite to you, we may become more and more strange.
To see you, to see you, to meet you, and then, to this end.
Mention your name and once upon a time, I have rendered speechless silence.
I want to give you the world, but forget what you need is not me.
When you have been an oath, now I wait forever.
Distant love, even a hug is wishful thinking.
Deep but 100 days, after all, relentless enthusiasm.
I am not without temper, just afraid of losing.
In fact, I was not so strong, just like most people learn to disguise.
Love is really a kind of poison, it makes people can not die, but the life is not as good as dead.
I don't know what love is, but I can't find the excuse to forget.
You owe me a sorry, but I will not say it does not matter.
Time is changing, the heart is changing, there are some things that can't go back.
Time is very short, do not leave a minute to those who do not care about the people and things.