Rating: 9 / 10 from 1512 ratings
It starts with self deception and finally deceives others. This is the so-called romance loneliness is an aging beast, lurking in my stony heart the autumn wind and I are passers-by. You take the autumn water to the stars I haven't forgotten anything, but some things are only suitable for collection, can't say, can't think, but can't forget years do not spare people, and I have never spared years we are all actors. We keep our tears in other people's stories if you look at many things, they will turn back and forth. If you look down on many dreams, they will open the clouds and sunrise you and I are separated by mountains and rivers. We can't get in and back all affectation and disguise, roar and depression come from a lack of money and love in the face, you may not be the most sad. Loneliness may not be unhappy. You may not be able to get it for a long time. You may not have it anymore if you lose it once spring is over, the beauty grows old, and the flowers fall and the people die.