in p>KTV, we two girls are singing our favorite songs, which is more like singing a heart song, showing our feelings of not telling others.

"Maybe if I give up, I can get close to you, and if I don't see you again, you will think of me." I choked up at the beginning, and I admit that I still miss you very much at some casual moment.

Last year's Double Eleven, I went to your city to see you. That day was probably the node from autumn to winter, and suddenly it cooled down. I came from the south and wore thin clothes.

At the crossroads where people come and go, your voice on the phone is soft, "Where are you?" "Behind you", you turned around, fixed your eyes on me, and came over. I wanted to run to you, ignoring the eyes of passers-by as I imagined, running to you, hugging you and holding you tightly. But I didn't, because you slowly approached, I can only slowly walk towards you, thinking how good it is for us to be close to each other from now on!

You have a neatly folded scarf in your arms, tie it around my neck, and give me your gloves. It's warm. It's warm. That moment is enough to give me the courage to accompany you all my life.

I am really ready to spend the rest of my life with you. On the way across Qian Shan, the scenery outside the window is full of you.

Even now, I still don't want to believe what you said. Our feelings are as light as clear soup, and there is no aftertaste. No ending can deny the beauty we first met.

I know that there was a long time before the meeting, and we didn't spend time with each other, but I spent many seasons with you in the old days, and I will still be moved to do something beautiful for you by your occasional greeting.

"Good morning"

"Morning"

"Good night"

"Ann" ...

Our correspondence records are as monotonous as a blank sheet of paper, but life is not. Your every "good morning" is the keynote of my beautiful mood all day, and every "good night" was once a bad one.

It's a pity that you don't feel this way. Your "boring" made me dare not say "good night" for the last time.

I heard that the humble one in love is deeper. But since you love where you are, who loves each other more than who? As long as your love is responsive.

most of mine have gone and never returned.

The last time I went to see you, when I left, you said that you would come to see me in my city. Now it is beginning to see that all "if you have time ..." are just polite perfunctory.

you'll just make me never give you a chance to see you again.

I don't know what you did with the scarf I gave you. It was the first time I knitted a scarf, and I managed to finish it after several nights in a row. You know, I'm stupid and impatient.

It's a white knitted scarf, which looks like a lady's. Forgive me for not preparing any gifts for boys so far, but I will give it to you with the lucky attitude that the other person will like it if I like it.

This is probably the real reason for our separation. You blame me for being selfish and loving you. All the caring and caring is just my wishful thinking, and I didn't really consider whether you want it or not. I really haven't thought about it?

have you ever told me what you need? All your emotions are mysteries, and guessing is the biggest enemy that destroys all your feelings.

I sincerely loved and left without regrets, but I am still afraid that you will think of me again, and there will be a little regret.

active girls often call young men "tasteless food, but it's a pity to abandon it".

but I don't want you to think about this past when you are no longer young and sigh that if you are more tolerant, I would be a good choice.

I don't want to be a person who you repeatedly compare and think is not bad. If you miss it, you will miss it.

It's all over. My equally infatuated friend, who was broken up by her boyfriend, is now courted by her ex-boyfriend.

Like me, she obviously still had a cavity of love, but suddenly she had nowhere to go, and there was nothing to talk about except crying. Also like me, I think I am crazy, looking for other interests in life except love.

However, as soon as he turned around, she didn't just have her hands spread out. She could only say "I was planted in his hands"

So I was afraid that you would turn around.

although you didn't. I began to think more wishful thinking. You don't like the way I think about you alone.

fickle feelings are sometimes a good thing. I sang my thoughts into a love song, and I love you from now on without telling the whole world.

You won't find that my circle of friends has changed, and there is no news about my personal feelings. It used to be full of affectation and fullness, because of you, not at all, or because of you, you don't like it. I have no other interest in life except loving you.

Nowadays, the food in the circle of friends and the travel trail are just to tell you that I am fine without you.

"I want to control myself

not to let anyone see me cry

pretend to be indifferent to you

don't want to think of you

..."