So far, all the non-cover songs in Vae

If I come to "admit my mistake", will you listen to my "redundant explanation" and "I like it very much" and see the scenery that will never be seen? I really want to walk into your "talent" and see you clearly. Once, you called me a "bad boy", and I regarded you as an "angel" in my heart, saying "only love" to you every day. I want to hold your hand and take you to Park No.7, sing in Prague minor, 1 1 month to eat kebabs, drink orange soda and watch the flower season in Hokkaido. Now, I can only sit alone on my parting anniversary. Blow out my "tears of love" ... there are many tears in love. I sat alone in the park and watched the swing fall from the bamboo in LAM Raymond. In the evening, we shook our heads and played. Who promised me to play? Emotion always makes people weak. My love is over. I don't want to go. Whether you don't want to forgive or choose to leave with tears, I have already explained it unnecessarily. I know whose injury belongs to two tragedies. Wine told me that music won. Pink stationery is sent to English lovers. I like your cross spell very much. I also said I don't want to go. I have already explained redundantly, whether you don't want to forgive, or choose to wear lovers' clothes. I can't pretend to be a couple ... (3) Title: Memories of Nanshan Our love ended here. I can't see through your eyes anymore, and I can't guess your soul. How deep is your story? -Inscription Today, the theme here is what I call memory. This is a beautiful memory, a happy beginning ... On June 3, 2007, our love was ignited in that early summer. Your delicate handwriting is printed on the pink stationery: "I vaguely remember the pavilion at the foot of Nanshan in Park No.7 where we met. I'm afraid to tell you something, but I'm afraid I'll regret it if I miss it. I have the courage to write you a message, which is a monologue for you. I like watching you eat potato chips and pies, and I like your company very much. I want to hold your hand and take you on a trip. I don't know, is it possible? ! "I am quiet and calm on the surface, but in fact, there is already a dark tide in my heart:" Why not? " ! My "little universe" has one more you since then. As a result, the taste of summer becomes sweet, and the sugar wind bursts. "Fireworks Laughter" is wonderful. On the swing pendant next to the "Flower House", we were happily together in couples' clothes. You whispered in my ear: "I want to be your exclusive angel, and I only love you for a lifetime!" " The next year, on a sunny rainy day, we ran along the coast to find our own fantasy city. In an instant, the beauty of the world makes the world so beautiful. If you become the wind, I will become the rain and never leave! I was arrogant to you until she appeared. ..... There is something wrong with our relationship, but I'm not sure what it is. The heart is more and more occupied by inexplicable uneasiness. Silent night thinking explores our past, but can't see the future clearly. Finally, one day, "She told me" and "The Book of Constellations" said that we couldn't get along, that she was more suitable for you than me, and that you no longer loved me. 1at dusk on October 6, the movie ended and the parting rendering was finished. I heard you break up with my own ears, but I made unnecessary explanations. "It's my fault, I don't care about you enough. Is it useless to admit mistakes now? " You said you liked your life now. Suddenly tears welled up in my eyes and spread all over my face. It turns out that tears in love are very bitter. I fell in love with loneliness and got used to sitting alone, like a poor kitten, hiding in the corner and licking the wound. 1February 23rd, it was another light snow, wandering along Tinglu, where we met, once scattered broken words appeared in front of us, enjoying the invisible scenery alone. The broken bridge by the river is as sad as the funeral of a rose. Remind yourself repeatedly that you are a bad boy, not my Angie. Even so, I still can't get over it. Maybe this is fate. I am a tragedy, a hopeless tragedy, knowing that I can't do this anymore, but I still stay where I am. Shallow Singing, a Snowflake Ballad, mocked me like Moth and Andersen Without Regret. If I didn't meet you then ... if I didn't fall in love with you later ... my baby, please allow me to call you that for the last time. Maybe I'm not qualified. But do you know, I am silently praying that one day, you will come back to my arms ... at least, "my love has passed." Postscript (4) During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and the shallow song wrote down the invisible scenery and said to the angel, "Our love led to two tragedies. If at that time, the monologue sent to you did not become an unnecessary explanation. So far, I can still say that I only love you. I want to tell you that I love you. I want to hold your hand. In Park 7, in our horoscope book, the funeral of the rose belongs to you and me. At this time, I have heard the sound of mourning for the dead. I want to admit my mistake. I want to describe your talent with pink stationery, render farewell in fireworks laughter, and watch the last movie "Dissolution" in the broken bridge and snow. " If you become a gust of wind, "tears of love" will not flow into the sea. (5) Slow voice-VAE, if you become the wind, you will cry in the autumn sky, and the sad voice will bow around the moon. Acacia on the Qingming rain, singing meet. The world is beautiful, Iraqis smile and jade is reddish. Quiet night thinking, pavilion room road, full of flowers reflecting sadness. The memory of Nanshan is immortal, the flowers have withered, and the dance has shown farewell. Three pools print the moon, and fireworks make people laugh forever. The moon is swaying in the wind, and the bridge is broken. Moths to the fire, ghosts sigh sweet soul blood! (6) I have been living in my own habits and don't like redundant explanations. I still remember in Park No.7, I told you about the funeral of roses. You sang softly and didn't care much. I like the smile on my lips every time you ask me to admit my mistake. Those who are full of rumors about swing pendants and snowflakes were once forgotten by you in the fantasy city. My pain is that you can't see the scenery and sit alone and shake your head and play an empty game. Knowing that the things you love are full of flowers, approaching you like moths to a flame, you left my pink stationery in the wind, and the shallow ink became a projection on the clear rain. I have also asked myself why I only love you, but I don't know how deep your talent is, so I can only persuade myself not to be too serious. I want to hold your hand to see the broken bridge and the broken snow. I like listening to you talk about the beauty of the world. The horoscope book also recorded the monologue I sent you. In the past, it had to be used. If Melbourne and Sunny (7) had criticized Rose's funeral at that time and buried the oath of "only loving you" in Park 7, your story would have been thoroughly understood by me, and the "couple costume" you sent would have become an "invisible landscape", and "admitting mistakes" would only be an "invisible landscape". Want me to learn to swing? Do you want me to understand the desolation of the broken bridge and the snow, and arrange tears in love like a fantasy city, just to let me heal alone? You bad boy, when will you take me to Hagia Sophia again and tell me that you regret Andersen's No regrets? You will also send me my favorite blue moths and on clear rain, and I have to listen to you sing Snowflake Ballad to fall asleep. In addition to the "big vae" in "Flowers Full House", we will also. "My baby", "If at that time" you gave me the same illusion of happiness as "angel", "If you become the wind", I will also become a safe haven, and our ending will not be "sad". Oh, "Don't bite me" without your guardian, even the puppy Sprite is unscrupulous (8). Swing down, fireworks laughing pavilion, flowers all over the building, clear rain, I met a broken bridge in the south of the Yangtze River. The world is beautiful, but I love you in the park. She told me that I want to hold your hand. In the constellation book, I like to send you a monologue and shake your head. Lovers are swaying, singing orange soda, potato chips and tears in love. The movie is over, and the pink stationery is rendered. The redundant explanation is that it is the flower season in Hokkaido, the invisible scenery fantasy city of Melbourne, and the sun is shining. At the funeral of the rose in Hagia Sophia Church, I sat alone and sang a serenade quietly. Braque minor, if the bad boy admitted his mistake at that time, why not be an angel-my baby, if you are in the wind, the sugar wind bursts and the sound is light (9). You left and disappeared into the invisible scenery of Park 7. Melbourne turned sunny to cloudy. Tears of love slowly shed, and I can no longer feel the beauty of the world. I like the rose you once sent, but its leaves are no longer green. Shake your head and play, it dances for a while and becomes two tragedies for a while. First, it withered. Second, it stung my finger. You once told Rose "Don't bite me", but now it's naughty to say "If you become the wind". Hold a rose funeral for it. I think if I hadn't listened to V's rain when I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I wouldn't feel so sad and sad at this moment. I really want to ask you, is it still useful for me to admit my mistake now? Can you use "redundant explanation" to save the "sugar-coated cannonball" you gave? You are willing to be a moth to the fire and give up the world. Why not? Why don't I want to be your lover's angel? On the contrary, I believe in "disorderly singing" in the book of constellations. I am a "bad boy" and "shrewd" is so deep. In fact, I didn't mean what I said on the swing that day, because when I thought of Christmas Eve, I thought of a monologue to send you, but after the movie, I didn't have the courage to ask me to stay. Far away, I feel the warmth of winter, like the smell of orange soda mixed in summer. It's you, it must be you, because "my love is always there". Turn your head slowly, and you will show the appearance of fireworks and laughter, just like we did in the small building of Nanshan Post. You are speaking bad language. She is your English lover, isn't she? I like the "inside story" in your heart, and I know I won't give you "collateral torture" to make you happy. On July 20th, our parting anniversary, she sent you a long-lost pink letter. She told me that you were going to get married in St. Sofia's church, and that you actually love me like Andersen without regrets, but you just love and don't stay. You can't wait forever for "Love Only Iraq" to end without results. I stood silently on the "flowers all over the building" and looked at the "broken bridge snow" quietly, regretting why I didn't tell you earlier: "My baby" and "I want to hold your hand". Looking for the wind, the wind really blew. It's getting cloudy, as incredible as "Fantasy City". In fact, there was a light snow in the West Lake. The snow fell and rubbed, making a rustling sound. This is "Elegy", "Shallow Singing" and "Snowflake Ballad", which seems to be "rendering parting". I am the Monkey King, and there are no tears in love until I meet an angel. She sat in the gazebo, singing with the poor kitten in her arms. She is an English lover. I told her that I like you very much. You are my angel. Today, Melbourne is sunny. Later, we became lovers, and I told her that this was your monologue. We went to Park No.7, sitting alone, swinging in my lover's skirt, thinking of sleeping in the quiet night and dreaming of butterflies. She said she wanted to tell me a secret at Tinglu. You can say "Don't bite me" and "She told me". She is an insider. I wanted to "hurt my voice" and I giggled. So today is the anniversary of parting. I'm a little angry to accompany her to the movies. Don't you know "eight honors and eight disgraces"? She said you shouldn't waste the clear spring. Then she stood up and walked like a baby to the room full of flowers. I smiled. You have been wearing the mask of Venice ~ I sing snowflake ballads and render farewell ... Today, I can only play with my head, no matter how beautiful the world is. ! Take out the pink raft and put it in the constellation book. I think the story is coming to an end ~~ End~~