There is something inside ,that they can't get to , that they can't touch. That's yours.
那些你拥有过的,不过都是侥幸;而失去,才是人生的常态。
那年,未来遥远得没有形状,我们单纯得没有烦恼。
怎么才算喜欢一个人,一个人虽然无冠无冕你依然觉得他是世界的君王,就算他躺在烂泥里,你依然觉得他身为骄阳光芒万丈。
There is something inside ,that they can't get to , that they can't touch. That's yours.
那些你拥有过的,不过都是侥幸;而失去,才是人生的常态。
那年,未来遥远得没有形状,我们单纯得没有烦恼。
怎么才算喜欢一个人,一个人虽然无冠无冕你依然觉得他是世界的君王,就算他躺在烂泥里,你依然觉得他身为骄阳光芒万丈。
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