I don't bet. I don't want to be greedy
Love is not a game. I'll make do with anyone
One shot would kill him
The mood began to fall
I'm afraid it's not as vivid as in fairy tales
On the contrary, I'm afraid
There are cracks to make up for the boring self languidness in the past
I don't know you until I feel aggrieved
Has been hollowed out in disregard of conscience
Only when there is concealment can we see the wound
heartache
I don't understand and I don't pretend to understand
Love is impulsive and uncontrollable
Play a fool, more quiet, more leisure
It's all lies
It's embarrassing to put down the hard to disguise value
We can't be afraid of the current situation
There are cracks to make up for the boring self languidness in the past
I don't know you until I feel aggrieved
Has been hollowed out in disregard of conscience
Only when there is concealment can we see the wound
heartache
There are cracks to make up for
I don't know until I feel aggrieved
I didn't see it until I had something to hide
There is a backlog of wounds
There are cracks to make up for the boring self languidness in the past
I don't know you until I feel aggrieved
Has been hollowed out in disregard of conscience
Only when there is concealment can we see the wound
heartache
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