Drink that share alone. Pure.

What a pure, almost dark enchantment it is.

Drifting in the middle of the night where dreams are dancing. Petals, fallen leaves and dewdrops will be touched passionately by it.

I finally stopped at some point in the temperature. Say one word, let go and take it back.

That is what kind of lingering fade, all the luster, can still guide me through the mottled fleeting and desert.

Snuggle quietly in the light afternoon.

A little moist mood.

There will be a C-shaped memory on the transparent window. Draw on the final innocence.

Such as night, can contain all sadness.

What is fixed by time is still my elegant smile.

Sitting in a quiet corner, the lingering music is accompanied by a lamp of desolation.

Maybe I can make a cup of coffee for you.

In the time when the temperature is just right and miss is strong.

Look up and meet your affection. How nice.

What a humble wish!

Just a piece of candy is enough to light up a pair of lonely eyes.

Enough to make the night enchanting and affectionate.

Forget the fantasy that can't be realized

In no mood to release the dream.

Take an inventory of the gains and losses of drifting alone without an answer.

Stay away from the coolness of the city by dim street lights

In the depths of the back, take advantage of the night, tear off this smile on your face in disguise

Sadness arises spontaneously.

Drink a cup of bitter coffee at night.

Chew your mind into mud and flow wantonly along the words at your fingertips.

Looking at the starry sky in the distance, the moonlight is as desolate as last night.

Once the mood is confused, no one slowly fades away with the passage of time

What's more, it has not been diluted in the transformation of Phoenix Nirvana.

Drink drifting, sad, bitter coffee alone, cup after cup of memories.

The noise of life goes back and forth, and the pain of love is still strong.

Close my eyes, miss the happy face of the past, tears affect my eyes

The sadness in my heart is stranded in my mouth, just like the sun begins to get tired in autumn.

The light soul flies above the pain, and behind the mournful beauty is the load that cannot be carried.

Lonely, lonely, lost, sad, more than a night of sadness

It is not that there is no wave in the ancient well in the heart, not in the fundus of the eyes.

Once on the stage of youth, it was also a pastoral song of piccolo

It used to be a wild crane in idle clouds, a lonely and wandering day in a foreign land.

Decompose the original inch of happiness into a wisp of smoke, pack and collect the once elegant soul.

The delicate shoulder is no longer able to bear the burden of survival

If you are strong in appearance, if you collapse, who will cry with you?

Tear off this camouflage in front of people in the night, and only let the starlight see a faint hesitation.

Retract the sadness that stretches

Put it into the coffee cup with a wisp of burning ghosts

Mixed with sorrowful tears to drink alone. What a pure, almost dark enchantment it is.

Drifting in the middle of the night where dreams are dancing. Petals, fallen leaves and dewdrops will be touched passionately by it.

I finally stopped at some point in the temperature. Say one word, let go and take it back.

That is what kind of lingering fade, all the luster, can still guide me through the mottled fleeting and desert.

Snuggle quietly in the light afternoon.

A little moist mood.

There will be a C-shaped memory on the transparent window. Draw on the final innocence.

Such as night, can contain all sadness.

What is fixed by time is still my elegant smile.

Sitting in a quiet corner, the lingering music is accompanied by a lamp of desolation.

Maybe I can make a cup of coffee for you.

In the time when the temperature is just right and miss is strong.

Look up and meet your affection. How nice.

What a humble wish!

Just a piece of candy is enough to light up a pair of lonely eyes.

Enough to make the night enchanting and affectionate.

Forget the fantasy that can't be realized

In no mood to release the dream.

Take an inventory of the gains and losses of drifting alone without an answer.

Stay away from the coolness of the city by dim street lights

In the depths of the back, take advantage of the night, tear off this smile on your face in disguise

Sadness arises spontaneously.

Drink a cup of bitter coffee at night.

Chew your mind into mud and flow wantonly along the words at your fingertips.

Looking at the starry sky in the distance, the moonlight is as desolate as last night.

Once the mood is confused, no one slowly fades away with the passage of time

What's more, it has not been diluted in the transformation of Phoenix Nirvana.

Drink drifting, sad, bitter coffee alone, cup after cup of memories.

The noise of life goes back and forth, and the pain of love is still strong.

Close my eyes, miss the happy face of the past, tears affect my eyes

The sadness in my heart is stranded in my mouth, just like the sun begins to get tired in autumn.

The light soul flies above the pain, and behind the mournful beauty is the load that cannot be carried.

Lonely, lonely, lost, sad, more than a night of sadness

It is not that there is no wave in the ancient well in the heart, not in the fundus of the eyes.

Once on the stage of youth, it was also a pastoral song of piccolo

It used to be a wild crane in idle clouds, a lonely and wandering day in a foreign land.

Decompose the original inch of happiness into a wisp of smoke, pack and collect the once elegant soul.

The delicate shoulder is no longer able to bear the burden of survival

If you are strong in appearance, if you collapse, who will cry with you?

Tear off this camouflage in front of people in the night, and only let the starlight see a faint hesitation.

Retract the sadness that stretches

Put it into the coffee cup with a wisp of burning ghosts

Mixed with sorrowful tears to drink alone.