I stopped a minute ago because I wanted to know if you would ask me to continue. It's time to think of your face. Love should let me do what I have to do. Don't keep going wrong. No matter how drunk No matter how empty Go back to your good lover. Concentrate on your warmth and warmth. You wear the arrogance of childhood. To be honest, will it completely destroy the atmosphere? Close your eyes and ask yourself. This kind of company does not want you to be sad. Self-indulgence says let go will not be true. You said romance is pink. Sadness is gray. Then what is the poetry in your bag? I want to be quiet in the middle. Then it's not over yet. Can I hug him to call for a revolution? Maybe it's killing. But at this moment I want to look at the scenery all the time. Let go of me. Go back to your good lover. Concentrate on your warmth and warmth. You wear the arrogance of childhood. To be honest, will it completely destroy the atmosphere? In the middle of the theater, a door opens. Who or who is trapped? As if eavesdropping on the voice. Long-awaited breakup, I wait for the light to come. In front of you is the thought of letting go. Only the picture is forced to shake you and him. Only the picture is forced to shake you and him. Yesterday at the station, you called me. You just hugged me. In fact, we are waiting for a car. Or waiting for a fire. Resurrection. From now on, the question we know best. The question we treat ourselves the most. I can not ask. You can not answer. We can be together for half a year, a year. Even forever. Let go of your good lover. Concentrate on your warmth and warmth. I love you, but you are also sweet. Don't let you know, people can be uglier. Until you can't find it. When the sky is above again. Who will accompany me? Want to ask a dialect, then a dialect. Believe me. Love is, I do not believe you. I believe that nothing is useless.