Love is not the first sweet, but the prosperity of the retreat is still inseparable.
I once walked alone through thorns, so I cherish the Rose Road with you.
You do not know, you turn around that cycle of dislocation, I have long been doomed.
Why am I warm to you, but you are so cold to me.
To forget a person is not to think of it any more, but to think of it occasionally.
What the hell is so good about you that I’m so worried about it?
True forget, is not need to work hard.