MV and stories like love.

Repeatedly listening to the modest "how are you" and greeting the deceased lover, "Dear, how are you?" For lovers who have broken up, I don't know if you will hear it. "The snow is so deep, will you listen carefully? Everyone in the world is groaning at my heart. Who can see me haggard? " Have you heard the voice that you have been missing for a long time, the woman that money once loved? Modest and frank, "How are you?" It's addressed to that woman, but I can't help wondering what he thinks. "Severe Snow" and "Persistent Snow" are also addressed to her. Only then did he discover the original modest love, and the most beautiful love in his life drifted away with the wind.

I always thought that Qian Qian's life was very happy, but I didn't expect him to have an unforgettable and sad love affair. Three years of love, he can't let go of a man, and more than half a year of pure love, I can't let go.

When I first heard "Dear, don't look back, I will get used to being alone", modesty can be so free and easy, and I can follow him. In those days, I convinced myself not to think about him. I hate him. I think he is disgusting. I created an illusion for myself and my friends, and I let it go. At that time, Sister Zhen praised me for being good and for growing up. I feel so happy and proud of myself that I can laugh so heartily even if I sit face to face with him.

Deceive yourself, wrong behavior. Grace modest still can't fully face the loss of her. I am as stupid as modesty. After watching the MV, I will feel different. Since we broke up, why are we still crying together?

"How are you? After leaving you, you should live a good life. " "Well, nothing." Separation is good for him. I know that if I love someone, I will give him happiness. If I give him happiness, I will be very happy. While giving him happiness, giving yourself cruelty is like an arrow piercing the heart. How many times have I woken up crying in the middle of the night, how many pages in my diary are tearful, and how haggard I am, he doesn't know, and he will never know.

I am really a stupid person, so stupid. He has said to me very frankly: "I am still used to being alone." I am still looking forward to getting back together. I know I can expect him or not. I tore myself away from loving him in a contradictory heart, thinking that my tears had dried up long ago, but I would taste the familiar salty taste because of everything in his mouth.

I can't do what I promised you. Let go of yourself, don't torture yourself like this, don't think about him, and don't think about me. What I thought I could do, I still can't do it now, and I hope I can do it in the future.