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Second, today's relationship is like walking on a road full of thorns. You can neither return nor enter.

Third, try him in a suit and tie again.

Fourth, the whole world revolves around him and finally loses him.

Tolerating you doesn't mean that I will accept your impudence.

6. I died of old age in your memory, but you didn't notice it.

Seven, children without umbrellas should run hard.

Eight, even if you are lonely, don't indulge in slag.

Nine, snuff chess failed to sigh Xinfeng for a long time.

Ten, care for each other without words, but tears are thousands of lines.

It doesn't matter whether you are handsome or not, whether you like it or not.

Twelve, from heaven to hell, I passed by.

Thirteen, I have alcohol and tobacco love stories, but you are not qualified to share them with me.

14. I met you like a rooster who lost without a fight.

Fifteen, makeup can't cover up the fatigue on your face.

Sixteen, eat when you are hungry; Sleep when you are sleepy; Cry when you feel uncomfortable; I miss you. What should I do?

Seventeen, I walk with the wind, so to speak. The aunts selling vegetables all said that they touched me very much.

I hope you can be happy and I hope I can live a good life.

Nineteen, I regret that I punctured the lie, at least I can hear what I said.

Blame me me for being greedy and wanting to be with you from beginning to end.

Twenty-one, knowing each other is enough, for a lifetime.

May I be crazy all my life and be a demon on earth.

Twenty-three, what, are you so upset?

Twenty-four, a sound of leaves, an autumn sound, a little banana, a little sorrow, a dream after a night.

25. May the wandering people have wine to drink and the lonely people sing.

Twenty-six, if you want to be full of osmanthus flowers and carry wine, it is not like a youth tour.

Twenty-seven, I just lack direction, forgive me for not seeing the future clearly.

In the face of your sweet words, I sank into your gentle hometown.

Twenty-nine or ten years of drinking, playing and indulging.

Thirty, the curtain rolled up, crows in the spring breeze, crows doing nothing. It was my castle peak that gave me a look at the bitter tea in the temple.

Thirty-one, lonely, never mistreated me.

Thirty-two, I like less and less, regardless of people or things.

Thirty-three, every once in a while, I am habitually collapsed and habitually healed, as if forcing my life to create suspense and waves.

34. When you hurt me, did you ever think that I felt bad?

Thirty-five, ten years on the pillow, Jiangnan parents worry.

Thirty-six, give me your ten thousand customs?

You'll never know how desperate I cried after breaking up.

This is parting. We're through.

39. It's not up to me to gather and disperse in the wind.

Forty, I want to draw a circle, shut myself in and think about whose soul is in my body.

Forty-one, we think that the years are long and there is always plenty of time to save and forgive.

Forty-two, busy every day. I am busy going to bed early and getting up early.

I am fragile, but who are you to care about me?