Some pictures and some words, when I see them occasionally, I still think about your life.
Weibo is a door and window, no need to get too close. I create these inadvertent attention from a distance, calmly and unwilling to fall into the trap.
It's time to end this fairy tale that I wrote and directed with my youthfulness. Reality is too old. Before being counterattacked by it crazily, even if I don't have the courage, I just hope that this youthful poem can still vaguely see the beautiful appearance when we first met
I loved you once, and I feel sad just thinking about it.
I posted on Weibo when we first met, and posted on Weibo when we didn’t meet again.
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It's the sofa.
Regarding this, I'll say a few words with a shallow thought (big), but never mind...
The floor, then.
Don't really use Weibo
←_←。。。。
Experts always like to play with something profound, not a single sentence is understood, because they know that even if they read it, they wouldn't understand it!
I only said one sentence: 'It seems this woman has cross eyes.'\Sin... sin... you can't see me, you can't see me, can't see me...
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