When the dream is about to end, the dialogue always talks to oneself. When you meet a crowd, you miss a certain time. Fate is snuggling with life and death. The darkness is in your arms and heart is like blood. A trace of blue gray remains with me. A little drunken memory is lost

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Dreams are about to end. When you meet, you always talk to yourself. When you meet a crowd, you miss a certain time. Fate is snuggling with life and death.

The darkness is in your arms and heart is like blood. A trace of blue gray remains in your memory. A little drunkenness is lost to reality. Only when you lose love to reality realize that you are all deceiving yourself.

You can also learn to understand enlightenment and forgiveness from the love disaster. The messy thoughts occupy the past. Farewell and hurt the loneliness in your heart. How many youths cannot shine on the parting people.

When the dream is about to end, the dialogue always talks to oneself. When you meet a crowd, you miss a certain time. Fate is snuggling with life and death. The darkness is in your arms and heart is like blood. A trace of blue gray remains with me. A little drunken memory is lost - DayDayNews

A person's figure is embedded in the night, with your love, everything is not recorded, and it cannot cover up your true existence, our beautiful encounters are separated again,

Premonition I am struggling but said to be free and easy, seeing the madness towards you, and thinking about creating your universe, use my way to be brave for you next time,

From beginning to end, you have made me devote too thoroughly, spreading over the years, we have all learned to miss, and everything in the future is cool in your hands.

When the dream is about to end, the dialogue always talks to oneself. When you meet a crowd, you miss a certain time. Fate is snuggling with life and death. The darkness is in your arms and heart is like blood. A trace of blue gray remains with me. A little drunken memory is lost - DayDayNews

My lack and I have been chatting with you until late at night. I have lost my life in the world and lived up to you only for you. I have experienced the brilliant fireworks of the gap between love and hate.

That wisdom leads the way sweetly and not too little. The lonely night is so lonely that it is difficult to fall asleep. I say goodbye to the past but still less determined.

My answer was unexpectedly just a clip of me. I want to understand you better but lost myself. I can't bear to return and return to wait. All I can hug is regret.

Cry and hurt each other a little bit. The future will belong to the past. Your heart is full of haggardness and makes me suffer hard. Let lovesickness and loneliness cause me to be sarcastic.

When the dream is about to end, the dialogue always talks to oneself. When you meet a crowd, you miss a certain time. Fate is snuggling with life and death. The darkness is in your arms and heart is like blood. A trace of blue gray remains with me. A little drunken memory is lost - DayDayNews

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