A bitter ending is better than an endless bitter. All endings of
are new beginnings, but I didn't know it at the time.
For someone who is hot and cold to you, you still expect an ending, don't dream.
Regarding the ending between you and me, it is nothing more than that you live in the quiet riverside and I live in the lonely castle.
You are the unfinished song of my life, I can't sing the ending, but it's hard to give up. Z1z
write a happy ending about us, sealed in the memories you have stayed.
I don't want to consume myself in feelings that have no ending, but I can't help thinking about you.
love to the depths, like a gambler with red eyes. Knowing that the end is a loss, but still betting as always.
It turned out that the best ending with some people is that there is no news from each other.
The ending is different from your imagination, that is life, and the one that is the same as your imagination is a fairy tale.
Love has thousands of beginnings, but only a few endings, and death is the best of them. The ambiguous ending of
is either logically together or tacitly disconnected from each other.
I am not worried about you being with other women, because you always love yourself. If she is smart, you will be the one who suffers; if she is not smart, the ending will not be half better than me.
Just like this, I can only let a drop of warm tears, with a line of cold words, end my blurred dream. This may be the story, and this may be the end. The difference is that in the story, you are still stretched out with beautiful sashes, but in the ending, I am lost in the crowds coming and going.
has the process and the ending, and then go entangled, even I feel greedy.
put down you who should be put down, and quit the drama without ending. Those memories, like lost smoke, were invaded, whitish and rotted, and finally they fell on a corner with scars and disappeared, obscured. The beginning of the story of
makes oneself unable to express, the sentence of the story makes people bruise everywhere, and the mood afterwards, the ending of a person, whether the love is acting or the dream is speaking, are all excuses for loneliness.
started beautifully, the process was very tiring, the ending was very sad, and it was difficult to be sober.
Nothing to say is our past, nothing to say is our ending.
I also want to have a heart-stirring ending with you, but unfortunately, it's not what I want to do. Z1z
blames me for being too deep in the drama, and all the sense of existence I want is related to you. In the end, he was alone, waiting innocently, unable to change his tenderness.
The beginning of the story is always like this, when it happens, it is caught off guard. The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is separated.
I thought this was the end of our dispute, hugging and understanding each other, but I didn't expect that this was just the beginning of all the contradictions and disagreements between me and him. From the small windows in the attic, you can still see the fireworks that bloom from time to time over the beach. They reflect the dark night into the day, as if trying to drive away the devil in our hearts. Z1z
There are many moments when you want to cry, which ends in tears or forbearance; there are many fragile moments, which end in being discovered or hidden.
In the world of love, something almost ridiculous always happens. When a person thinks that he can pay off his guilt and live with no shame, he has come to an end, so unbearable.
Whoever walks through the world under an umbrella will make someone smile gentle; whoever walks past a window will make someone's mind go. You are a little bit sad about the story with no ending, and I will write for you to continue it.
In the end, I still did not say, you still ignore it.
Only by learning to accept the ending can you cherish the beginning of the next paragraph.
May the stories you love have an end in the end.
Regardless of the ending, I only hope that you can enjoy this journey from the heart.
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