1 if one day you lose your lover, please don’t let tears stay in your eyes. If one day you lose yourself, please don’t let troubles continue. If one day you forget your memory, live happily.. 2 Look at the sky in the night, listen to the familiar song, hazy, melancholy, think of, Miss. 3 years such as drama, trance we have grown up, that year, you 18, I 18, Oh, silly we take each other’s hand next circle, that circle carries my memory of you. I am sad and frustrated after a midnight dream. I often think of you, but now I am so familiar with you when I meet again. 4 I like darkness, very quiet, very peaceful, and can enjoy it quietly by myself. I like Misty, very pure, very real, and can be a slight hesitation. I like heart injury, very painful, very tired, can be deeply released by myself. 5 waiting is a misery that can’t wait, leaving in a floating air, and carving deep love. Parting is the persistence that can’t be put down, gradually moving away, leaving a faint fragrance. 6 if the rain listens to the wind, the confusion is filled with wandering tears, if the snow flies, the cold is filled with parting thoughts. I walk through dreams, laughter, sadness, the traces stripped layer by layer are like the pain of cutting meat, which may be called life. 7 Dream Like a Dream, youth like a dream, the past is sorrowful, recalling the depth of prosperity, love is seclusion. Dream Like a Dream, time like a dream, how can I look back, follow the future for a few times, hate long. 8 time is like a reincarnation, today repeats yesterday’s you. 9 Is this world the end of the world? The paper is drunk, the luxury is slow. 10 if one day I forget myself, my lover, please help me pick up the memory of the past. 11 time is in a hurry. I can’t touch what I take away and what I leave. People, it’s good to be happy. If you are sad, bury it in the corner of your heart, when you can’t control it, find an empty night to cherish nostalgia and cry. 12 regret for the next life, you have no choice in this life. 13 I want to go back to that white age. My face is dirty every day, but it is very real. I am very satisfied to see the busy figure on the Tire Rack. 14 trees, if you don’t want to die, just grow up for me. 15 sadness as poetry, desolation as music. 16 youth is a glass cup. If you take care of it, it will fall into pieces. 17 beauty is sad and white hair, blue silk is a thousand sorrows, this life is like a drunk dream, prosperity is bitter, dare to ask, my lover, have you ever understood? Dare to ask, do you know my lover? 18 look for the wounds and pains of life in the song, and realize the bitterness and sweetness of life in my mind. 19 I have been young for many years. When I look back on the past, in the midst of the moon, the Jianglou was leaning against the grid. Xiao put the western window cold, and The Drunken Beauty was happy at the bottom of her knees. She was worried and annoyed, forgetting how. Life is a lot of disasters, don’t mistake time. 20 Time weakens everything. Maybe the corner is another world. There are new people and new things, but the only thing is that we are no longer like a piece of white paper.

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