It's nice of you to leave, or you'll always worry about staying for dinner.
Sweet mouth is because of sweet heart, sweet heart is because you are in it.
Of course I won't try to pick the moon. I want the moon to come to me.
Writing always does not know what to write, silent collation of their emotions.
People who have suffered are always kinder than ordinary people.
After saying goodnight to each other, you begin to fall asleep and I begin to miss you.
Moved inexplicably to watch the sunrise and sunset together, there is no sadness forever.
Once love is made public, it becomes heavy and burdensome.
No longer play with the opposite sex. Maybe it becomes flirtatious in other people's mouth.
You are my River and lake.
Want to mail a strawberry, send it to your sadness, melt all your emotions.
I suspect you're a rabbit wanted on the moon
Actually, I can't imagine what life would be like without you.
Look at you secretly, think of you secretly, love you secretly.
Hidden emotions, without a trace of popularity, became rubber man.