Summer is over and you have no news
Say goodbye
After all, I believe you. Forget. remember
Autumn is coming, I want to wait
Your favorite flower language is caring
A ragged Backpack
A CD
Tables from the past to the present.
A locked letter
Self deception, said no longer mind
Memories are not light,
But let the heart more swing
It doesn't stop
Brown shoes
Grey sweater
Toys from the past to the present;
Your face
I'm not ambitious. I miss you very much
The grasp is too light.
But the heart is too heavy to escape
flee
I just think
It's a pity that this kind of care is boring
I just wonder that will you ever miss me?
Or you’ve had missed me, missed me
Missed me
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