Guest officer, guest officer, you are getting closer and closer, and your eyes are still pretending.

Guests should not be too cool. I blame primitive beauty and such enthusiasm. Be careful, I'm really angry.

Waiter, you are mistaken. If I don't point this out, the pot is short and fat, and you can't find the waist, although it tastes a little sweet.

Miss, whose castle are you? Sitting on the big TV, I really can't see what I'm saying. I don't know why.

When you are away, I miss you every day, the air around you, and your annoying eyes.

Where are you? I remember interesting encounters and sad endings every day.

Guest officer, guest officer, guest officer, guest officer, where are you? Guest officer, guest officer, I miss you.

Miss miss miss miss don't be sad, I'm sorry, miss miss miss miss.

nun of that

I let go of your hand, turn around and take good care of yourself. You didn't say anything, but I cried

I like an annoying girlfriend for a long time, and I like that exciting feeling. You are so gentle.

The avenue disappeared into obscurity, so we won't meet again. For a long time, there was no phone .../> Later, the music dancing on the dance floor in the bar room was taken from the side, familiar, oh, hey hey?

Charming smile attracts eyes, a little contemptuous of strange shoulders, black eyeliner and your fingertips?

The feeling of lazy arms is like midnight. I missed it. Obviously, it will change for you, but I can't go back.

Then I am quiet and speechless. Once innocence is eternal/> It's far away, so I began to despair and miss.

There is a strange voice in your mobile phone, as sweet as a child. Sleepy greetings are deadly. How to deal with it?

She had to sing softly in front of the piano, with tears on her face, but she didn't sing very well.

You always like to hum a song to me when you depend on me. When you laugh silly and talented, you tell me that when you sing well, we will be at hand until the end.

Time, she sang the sweet and elegant aesthetic style that you like to sing by me. She asked me, it was really good, and its memory was pulled out instantly. I didn't regret it, just smiled and said, not a good bitch.

Light your cigarette, deceive my unsatisfied sense of smell, make your lips sweet at night, but it still feels far away.

Ignite chic and refuse. I know there's only one car I can't bear. You can't let me be a bitch again, and you can't let me be by your side.

I am used to walking behind me, no matter what you want.

I accept all the prayers that can turn back the clock and stop being proud and mean. Without reservation.br/>'s open hands in the noisy street, I can't find the picture in your pupil. Your eyes are always in the distance, and I can always find my place.

You disappeared into the crowd, I know there is no nostalgia, obviously I didn't mean to, but you seem to have a strange feeling.

I'm used to you walking behind me and asking you to accept everything.

For example, the ability to go back in time, no longer be proud, and pray without reservation.

32 1 sorry.

You gently covered my eyes and made me believe that as long as you slowly counted to 732 1, I began to cry.

The simplest spell in the world is three words: I'm sorry, and finally I hate you, but I like to let you go.

Keep talking. I don't know where I went. I said in her arms.

I'm worried, baby. You mean too much, I can't afford it. Are redundant. I lost in a row.

airport

Only the devil can sleep on his stomach, and this cannot come back. Miss's proud figure is called natural beauty.

Please direct the plane to the outpost. I landed at the top of the airport.

Have a rest. You said you said the beautiful sunset was over. You said you had to go early and come back early.

But when I didn't come back, I waited for who, who landed for too long and took off at the empty airport. Like water for a while, I became indifferent.

I am busy comforting the busy airport. Speaking of love, it doesn't matter. No one can replace the person who is drunk and still flying/> Baby, baby, always naughty. Of course, it's not your stomach, it's your head. Give it back to me.

Death through memory

At present, everything is suddenly quiet, which is fatal. I always find your shadow in the familiar world of aroma memory, and I can't forget it at all.

We walked through the promise and agreed. In addition, be quiet and never disturb each other's feelings. I'm still waiting for you in simple silence, so he can't help himself and abandons you with a smile instead of worrying about you to death.

I'm still waiting for your step, but I gradually quit, so I stubbornly walked.

The screen is immersed in memories and slowly dies. Dial back the secret hidden in your eyes, face the desperate calm, and walk around the line without hesitation.

I am most afraid of loneliness. Where are you now and who are you having the same dream with? Constantly tell yourself not to care too much and leave your own good memories.

I'm still waiting for you, so he couldn't help himself and gave up on you with a smile, so as not to worry you.

I'm still waiting for you, but my steps are getting rid of such stubbornness and slowly dying in memories.

moonlight

Alone in the cold moonlight, the pillow has long hair, and from a distance, through the old window and chords, who fights for peace and gradually flows down the long street, they never once looked back at the familiar appearance of passing the ball in an instant.

Rebound gorgeous music, tear off the last disguise, two people snuggle on different sides, and recall the broken wings at the same time.

The wind, unable to find its own direction, scatters moonlight on different nights.

Quietly humming the injured two windows, singing the blue piano room, and writing songs alone/> Why do loneliness lose its motivation in the expansion, in their ordinary life?

The promise is gradually forgotten. You and I like love, not love, but should.

Outside the window, quiet moonlight and beautiful night, where is this?

innocent

It's already faded. I've never worried about you all the time. It gave me a hypothesis and erased my memory. It's not your promise to me. The impulse of love was too weak at first. I said, you want to see my smile, and I held out my hand. They told me it was a trap. Your perfect love is a deadly poison. I don't know how to be romantic, or the ending story has been written.

The more you laugh at me, the more I love it seriously, so I am more and more stupid, so cruel and have no self-esteem. I just want an eternal one. The longer it breaks, the more it hurts you and the more sincere it is. I can't bear to open a kiss, which makes me naive again.

Laugh, love more, what's more, I am getting more and more stupid. Before I am so cruel, I just want to change an eternity. The longer we break up, the more painful it is. You say, the more sincere it is. I can't stand a kiss. .....

The more you laugh at me, the more seriously you love me, so you become more and more stupid, more and more cruel and less self-respecting. You just want a permanent one. The longer I break up, the more sincere I say, and the less I can bear to turn around and let me kiss again.

In red, let's pretend your cell phone is still ringing. What's the next round? Wherever you go, I like to lie in his eyes. This is a simple expression, just like I use red to hide blood and injuries best.

You said I was your only shoulder, but the first one I liked was 234. You are too busy. Tell me when. Words, but beautiful scene compilation excuses.

You said you wanted me to go anywhere, but you chose to fly freely. You can't be a little sad, just pretend.

There is a piece of my makeup next to you. The short skirt is very provocative and has a slightly pungent aroma. Ask me jokingly, how are you today?

There are as many friends by the window as you. I will send you out with a smile.

We agreed to break up peacefully at the next intersection and then break up by ourselves. No one should come back. Both of them are already walking in the street, and no one can stay.

Why are we still holding hands at the next intersection? I beg you to stop and look at me. I'm afraid I can't control it.

Good is a peaceful breakup. You have no choice. We agreed to be silent, accept each other a little more mature time to take a walk with smile.br/>, getting closer and closer, and breaking the modesty will gradually collapse, but it won't hurt our hands.

Didn't you say that after the hug, two people were together?

Why not let go, because it won't take too long.

Anyway, good tears can flow until two people turn around.

Say goodbye, why not? Second check-in

Even if you say you're sorry

I can give you everything, you need to say, you want to hear, so don't say sorry, how long do I have to wait,

I may be everything you need to change, if you want to see it, so don't say sorry, baby, take me away.

I'm sorry, baby, don't you understand what you can do for me?' You know what you mean. I'm sorry, I can only say I'm sorry, no matter what you think.

I don't know, you're in a good mood,

It's not important to giggle in a boring room, but in the afternoon cafe, it just tastes a little bad.

Maybe it's a change after a drink, maybe it's taking off my coat, maybe it's finding a friend who likes noise like you. Why am I desperately looking for happiness to get rid of all my troubles, but I can't see it?

dream

I was lost for only a few minutes, and a dream turned into a gale.

I cried, quietly looking at the sky, painful.

The rain covered my dream and gradually stopped where you were. Who was singing and was very happy?

Feng Yun left a pain.

The world is blurred, I am tired, and some people should not think too much.

Feral

Childhood grandmother, I will ask my parents, she is wearing a big hat.

Always humming a tune, but not saying anything.

I saw her standing at the opposite window.

Cute shorts? The skirt was pink cheeks until I grew up and quickly put on my high school shirt. Actually, I cried. She said that if I could come, I just couldn't figure out the problem.

The teacher's deadpan answer almost made him laugh.

She said

I love you, just a first-class cyclist.

Have lunch at noon in the morning, please don't pull.

She said, I like your coming, but I don't want this to be another difficult question.

The teacher was expressionless and almost laughed with fear.

She said, I like to watch, only first-class bicycles go home.

Get up in the morning and have lunch at noon. Will you go to Rahila?

chest

Bo's pan-boat stops at a slow, slow pull too much, without worrying that your tie will be broken.

You unbutton your clothes slowly and let me have a look. Your breasts are getting unnatural.

The bucket in the classroom kicked me to stand with you as punishment, and pouring diapers is like baldness education.

The chest in the corridor at night, you are warm to rely on, and I gradually get used to your chest.

I control everything. Your idea is simple. There is only one lake.

It's just that natural feelings can be confusing.

You're used to it. Your breasts are waiting. I know you like umbrellas softened by rain.

Perhaps, it has nothing to do with love, and the pure and quiet chest is full.

BR/>；

Oh, sorry, I don't have time to read the lyrics, but I hope I can adopt these Xu Liang songs of QQ music.