It’s better not to meet each other, then you don’t have to fall in love.
It’s best not to know each other, then you don’t have to miss each other.
It is best not to accompany each other, then you will not owe each other.
It is better not to cherish each other, then not to remember each other.
It is best not to love each other, then you can not abandon each other.
It is best not to face each other, then we don’t need to meet.
It is best not to misunderstand each other, and then you will not be incompetent.
It is best not to agree to each other, then there will be no continuity.
But we know each other once we have seen each other. It is better to see each other than not.
Ande and you are inseparable, so we don’t have to worry about lovesickness in life and death.
It’s better not to meet each other, then you don’t have to fall in love.
It’s best not to know each other, then you don’t have to miss each other.
It is best not to accompany each other, then you will not owe each other.
It is better not to cherish each other, then not to remember each other.
It’s better not to depend on each other, then you don’t have to cling to each other.
It is better not to meet, then not to get together
Wolf smoke enters the dream, the world is clear, and the soul lives alone in the bright moon wind
One inch of soft intestines contains thousands of strands of sorrow
< p>Where are the people? Seeing no way back.The intoxication melts before it becomes intoxicated.
The bells are sparse and the late wind blows
Leaning on the building and listening to the Yao Qin without words
Dream back to the mountain Flowers hidden in the pillow
Half a note of love and hatred are conveyed in the deep heart,
The moon moves the shadow of the flowers to make a comeback
This year, the world is far away,
Xiaoxiao's temples are blooming.
Looking at the late wind,
it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.
The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust
Who is the lover of drunken poetry and love?
The tears melt into the remaining pink flowers and weigh heavily
Poor people are like old people in spring
Who do you lean on with a broken heart
Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain
The morning is like blue silk and the evening becomes snow