I have been thinking about you all day. Tired of you, when flowers bloom.
Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is awkward.
Xiao looks at the evening sky and clouds, thinking of you when he walks and sits.
Acacia has no words. Don't waste your tears on stationery.
After the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
Acacia says acacia under the tree, but Silang hates Mandy.
Afraid of lovesickness, I have been lovesickness, and it's my turn to lovesickness.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.