Too many words, all in one sentence, I miss you!

If the dream has become a dream, if love has become love, if memory has become memory.

Everything, if it has become a law. In the law, love is a dream that cannot be changed. In the world where dreams have become dreams, there is only love, and only love is still spreading and surviving. Love weaves in dreams, weaves love into the most beautiful dreams.

Dreams are beautiful fairy tales. However, fairy tales are a lie. People who believe in fairy tales would rather live in this dream world, and would not wake up even if it hurts. A fairy tale is a beautiful lie, which is enough to charm people in love. People who have been indoctrinated with poison would rather have a lie for a lifetime than someone to break this beautiful dream.

Dreams are like fate, and there will be a day when they leave. On that day, they deceived themselves and he (she) still loved themselves. No one would believe a lie but deceived themselves. Only when I lied to the depths did I feel heartache, and only when I felt heartache did I want to regret it, and when I regretted it, I realized that I couldn't forget it.

The love that was said may have really existed, it flowed in my heart, and it rolled in the blood. Now, with the passage of time, the flowing has long stopped, and the rolling has long been level. The stubbornness that trapped the loved one in the dream of lies for too long; the crying and saying don't leave me, but just a joke behind the person.

When the love grows stronger and stronger, it finally turns into hatred. For the love that is not available, I want to exchange all my revenge for a change of heart. When the hatred grows stronger and stronger, it finally turns into love, and the love reaches the deepest point, and the self in the mirror becomes extremely haggard.

When it was irreversible, I finally wanted to wake up, but found that waking up was no longer that simple. Memories and memories bounded me tightly and locked myself in that black hut, where there was no sunlight, no food, no food. No sound, no smell, just memories and memories floating in the air.

When love grows more and more mellow, and finally leads to sorrow, how much face is haggard with one word of sorrow? That face was once brilliant, but for that person, it was smeared with many traces by the years. When did that person ever feel pity again, there is no way out for this person who has been drunk thousands of times for her (him) sake.

In this life, I can only love you, only you alone, and you will be unable to extricate yourself when you fall in love. If you have fallen deeply into the dream of love, as a person who loves you, you just want to write your name on your heart, even if it just occupies a place. It's not stupid, it's just love that makes it so reckless.

When the person who thought he had woken up smiled and faced the person he loved deeply, blessed him (her), and turned around, tears still flowed unsatisfactorily. The moment I let go of my hand, I heard the sound of breaking, and I looked down and found that my heart was shattered to the ground. Letting go is also a way of love and a way of heartbreak. The only one who sutures the wound can be you, the one I love dearly. No one but you can break me down so scarred.

We became each other's passers-by, and our story could not be stopped in our minds. That show about love was because I was too involved in the drama, or because you always regarded it as a drama.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, I was afraid that I would wake up from the dream, and when I woke up, it would be an even more horrible dream. Let this dream become a dream that will never wake up, then, I will not remember that I am still alive, and I will not feel pain if I do not find out if I am still alive. Don't you mean you can't feel pain in your dreams? So why is my heart still hurting as much as when I was awake in a dream? I didn't expect that in front of you, I bowed my head again, it turned out that I was not defeated by you, but by love.

Long hair is lonely, if you look at me, miss and tell, your eyes are like clouds, this love, the girl I look forward to, how clear her figure is, how crystal-clear and helpless, this love, past and present, no matter if it is sunny or broken , there will be a turn around waiting...

Every time I listen to it, I am moved again and again, not because of the melodious singing, but because of the long love, frame by frame, too many stories, long love, and the end of the song is not awake. Missing to tell.

The long night is long, I am a lovesick person, I listen to passionate songs, I don’t know what to do, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, and my dreams never reach Xieqiao! Each of us lives in our own past, it will take a minute To know someone, spend an hour to like someone, and then spend a day to fall in love with someone, but in the end, it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

However, at this time, what I want to tell is, but I don't want to be, wrong, wrong, Momo, reminiscing about the past, returning to a dream, time is like a knife, I am like Qinluo, some things, some people, It is only suitable to leave a place in my heart to show respect. What is alive is always me and you at the moment, as well as the inexhaustible thoughts at this moment.

Whoever reads the west wind in front of the window, the wind is also faint, the rain is also light, and the night is heavy and lovesick, tonight is difficult. Since ancient times, I have been passionate and miserable. When my hair reaches my waist, how about the return of the general? I look forward to it, and I am eager to wait. After that, day and night, I wait silently; when my hair reaches my waist, I will return to court in triumph. Promise, the heart is long, perhaps, so far, the return date is boundless.

It's a trick of good fortune, it should be a case to stand together with two eyebrows, but it's half-hearted by a strong face, or it's an embarrassment of love, to spend a lifetime together, but to match it with fame, is it, the more helpless and noble is attached to love, the more suitable it is , even if it is more and more miserable. Then I prefer to be mediocre in love, a life intertwined with each other's hearts, listening to sadness and happiness, violent storms, touching the pain with my hands, no matter how much helplessness, I will be much happier.

Full of love, it's hard to say, and now it's romantic, don't be a taste, like that one, the spring breeze is ten miles away, it's not as good as you, if I love you, I don't wait for the spring breeze, just wait for you to come, in the youngest years, Meeting, falling in love and parting, in the most ignorant years, staying together and remembering each other come and go, love is simple and unforgettable.

There was a poem, there should be at least one time in your life, forget yourself for someone, don't ask for results, don't ask for peers, don't ask for what you once had, don't even ask you to love me, just ask for a chance to meet you in my most beautiful years. When it comes to you, I want to come, love is even more sacred, like moths to flames, living towards death.

There are thousands of emotions, all are difficult to describe, if you want to express your heart, hang your pen and talk slowly, whether to describe your appearance or describe your soul, every bit of things on your mind, tell a piece of lovesickness, it may not be able to, all at this moment The unfinished meaning, perhaps, is not because the love is difficult to describe, but because I love you too deeply, so that it is difficult to write calmly.

The time is long, the unforgiving years, only meeting each other, you and I have already come here, the dust is full, the heart is like snow, the world is light, and the love is attached. Hold a pious, deep love and shallow relationship, let the liver and intestines be broken, and eventually backtrack, adding a trace of love; keep a pure heart, shallow love and deep relationship, that is, without much expectations, just for the Iraqi people, I would like to add a trace of love.

I love you, I am calm, it will not be the honey that has been stirred with oil, it will be sticky and inseparable, and the greasy will be lost in every second, not to mention, like a dragonfly of water, if you are far away, I will only put you in the bottom of my heart, happy If you are not happy, I will be Yueqing, if you are not sad, I would like time to stay, like a tree beside you, no matter whether you want it or not, I will All there, half in the shade, half in the sun.

I love you, I am also tolerant, no matter the past or the future, I only know that the present, with you and me, are hard-won, poor and rich, good and bad, beautiful or ugly, those who care are always there, those who don’t care, It's all just mundane things. The word love is the way you and I are in each other's eyes. There is no decoration and no cover up The background color, the heart is difficult to match, no matter how much tossing, after all, two souls that can't be compatible, how come there are so many, but the old heart changes, but the old heart is easy to change, but, sometimes in life there must be something, wait Let go when you arrive.

I love you, and I am more tolerant. Life is a little bit like that, whether it is joys or sorrows, love or hate, life will teach us to see through, whether crazy or crazy, time will be a great author, it will definitely give everyone. People, have written the perfect ending. That is to say, don’t be too sad, don’t be too happy, don’t be unfair, don’t be stubborn, love is neither possession, getting all of the other party, nor giving, or even sacrificing yourself, staying together and breaking up is a self-sustaining relationship. Give your sincerity, and irrigate your sincerity. If God wants to laugh at me, I am destined to be a clown.