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Who Is Whose Destiny: A Millennium Review

Who is who, destined to be in the same boat.

Who waited ten thousand years for a mistake?

Who stared at who for a second left a legend.

Whose fate is slipping at your fingertips.

Who turned the person who met into a lady?

The hourglass of time has precipitated the inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up those beautiful sorrows.

2 wings of youth pierce painful memories; Yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart.

If there is no if, will time stop for us? The sunset I have seen and the ebb and flow I have heard are all buried by time and turned into bubbles.

Maybe we are all brave and determined, but in the confrontation with the old man of time, we are never winners.

Sad swings are always accompanied by a breeze. There are always stars in the lonely night. When I suddenly look back, you are no longer with me.

I don't understand, is the haze in the sky your sorrow or mine?

One day, we will learn not to be sad, because we have completed the scheduled meeting like a butterfly.

No cycle in life is doomed, just like an all-night carnival.

9 Who walked through his youth and left a smile, who stayed in his flower season and warmed his thoughts, who disappeared from his rainy season and drowned his tears.

10 Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers.

1 1 The loneliness of youth is the ornament of life. Youth without loneliness is sad. However, lonely youth is not without happiness, but we don't know happiness.

12 My heart is wet without an umbrella.

13 We hurried along our respective roads, never stopping, and accidentally met at a certain intersection, so we greeted each other lightly, greeted each other lightly, and then waved goodbye.

14 When the rain quietly covered the tears, the memories began to fade in my heart.

15 Memory is a roller shutter hung with wind chimes, and there is no trace of tenderness in the aftertaste.

16 once-in-a-lifetime youth, the purpose is just to listen to the voice of flowers, see the silence of flowers, and then leave.

17 is like a gust of wind, blowing up the memory of spring. When all love can't be shut up, it sinks into the bottom of my heart, flooding into a Wang Yang, and only two tears come out.

18 once thought that the star that belonged to him would not fall, but when it did, I discovered that there was really no eternity in the world.

19 the heart always recovers in the most painful time; Love always ends at the deepest time.

My thoughts are tangled into a net, and the more I weave, the tighter I get, reaching my heart. After a dull pain, I stopped.

2 1 Happiness is another kind of pain for others, and carnival is another kind of loneliness for yourself.

You think letting go will make me happy, but you don't know that my greatest happiness is to hold hands with you.

The promise of a lifetime cannot be easily said. You can't afford my future.

All I care about is your humble flattery. Why should I pawn my youth for you without regret?

Happiness is just an excuse to laugh and cry for the wound; Happiness just wants happiness to have a reason to exist.

It takes only a moment to love you, but it takes a lifetime to forget you, even not enough.

Happiness has been separated from me for a whole century, which is far away that I can never touch.

I tried to count your injuries with a smile, but in the end, tears came out of my eyes with a smile.

29 is always sad, so I slowly learned to hide; Because I didn't want to be stabbed again, I gradually learned to pretend.

Maybe if you leave, you will never come back; Maybe when I come back, you won't let me rely on you anymore; Perhaps dependence is the biggest harm to yourself; Maybe the injury will finally let me go; Maybe letting go doomed my departure …

And,,,

1 Buried a city and turned off all the lights.

Your sunset, my face, whose third year.

The dancing of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight.

I watched the sunset at the seaside and snuggled up on a pillow, but I couldn't swim out of memories, but I couldn't learn to let go and walk.

Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.

6 hide in the doomed street and walk through the water under the bridge with a smile.

7 whose scenery and heart passed by the city injured under the eyelashes.

In the light silence, you opened a shopping shop and waited for the forgotten cape skylight.

The witch's kiss spell came for the first time, and the wet oath went out. I sat on the sea mending the net, and you fell on the bottom of the sea to sing the song of Dai Yue.

10 Wait for a person or a story.

1 1 Swim across a world, a life and death.

Who did you sing the end of that song about us to?

13 whose city is the gorgeous erotic line of your palm entangled in? Laughing and laughing.

14 Write love as an immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you cross the ice and snow?

15 carved our story on the weathered gable, and passers-by cried when they saw it.

16 who are you? A teenager who misses your pen tip turns into a song on the desolate road of the city.

17 It takes a thousand years to love you and ten thousand years to forget.

18 Who has a scarlet mole in the corner of his eye to complete your prosperous life, and whose mountains and rivers have given you ground-breaking empty joy.

19 Love song in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are.

The dazzling array of things in the window is full of life.

2 1 That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.

A player enters a painting and spends his life in the world.

As beautiful as flowers and jade, the enemy can't pass the time.

Did anyone collect the passing scenery for you?

25. I am in the memory of flying snow all over the sky, but in which dictionary do you interpret the transformation?

Draw a life-and-death game and write an ending for our story.

Irish snow, Turkish blue, Moscow tears. I collect them in the small sun, sunny days and smiles. Persian Gulf Sea, Vienna Hall, Arabian Legend. I wrote them down in a thick photo album. And seven powders and the princess.

28 perfect hiding sadness.

For whom to sing farewell songs, for whom to love, for whom to write the world.

Who smiles and pretends not to be sad?

3 1 pin the drunken tomorrow on Pandora's strings and spend the rest of your life pretending to sing heaven and earth.

32 is the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation.

In whose era and whose world.

In that prosperous era, we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.

There are so many lonely people suffering.

Who owns whose beauty, who feels whose sadness, has a panoramic view.

Did I ever tell you that love is my unchanging belief? Did I ever tell you that love means keeping someone in your heart forever?

38 favorite songs, listen quietly. People you like, far away.

I have a process and an ending. If I pester myself again, I feel greedy.

Sadness is self-inflicted, happiness is yours.

4 1 A woman who is afraid of cold must have a cold heart.

What we are guarding is a disaster that is hastily refuted, and an illusion that can't be beaten in a lifetime.

Step by step no return, first frost face.

If a pair of eyes shed tears for me, I would like to believe this sad life again.

The story of the star is to walk with you in the sea of people, but it won't make you get lost.

The Miao man stuck between her tongues wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.

47 nights are cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.

Complex experience carved deep lines in my eyes, and I turned to carve a flower.

I sing with my bare hands, you play Chopin, but I am blind.

I have been wandering for so long, but I don't want to go home, because if you are not at home, I will never have a home.

5 1 I am not afraid to let you hear those gossips that are entangled in the middle of the night, and I am not afraid to let the whole world hear them. I'm afraid you'll hear and believe.

As long as there is a view in my heart, where is the fragrance of flowers?

53. In those years, with the curtain call of prosperity and unwillingness, an eternal flower opened.

I'll pawn in my next life, and I'll come to blood out with you in my next life.

Love you, give you all the good things in my life, and then leave, let the kaleidoscope illuminate your eyes.

Roses have no fragrance, miss a person, miss a wound, don't cry, don't talk.

You and I are strangers, and it is a blessing to meet.

58 is always doing two repetitive things, loving him and guarding him.

Shh, my wound fell asleep.

Just for him to give up his ideal city and go to an unknown dawn of life and death.

6 1 I want to see a grand fashion autumn, and I will keep making a wish until things change rapidly and I am close to your smiling face.

62. The missed years have blossomed in the desert in the north, but they are barren in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

How many streets have you walked and how many times will you think of me?

Repeated forbearance and repeated concessions brought lies to the banquet.

Some people say that memory is a bridge, but it leads to a lonely prison.

I have gone through all my sorrows, and the saddest thing is that you didn't come to the end. I have gone through all despair, and the most desperate thing is that you are still at the starting point.

Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days?

I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you and never have a chance to see your smile again.

I hope to meet you and myself at a beautiful street corner. .....