Voice of the king, what a beautiful day.

An Yiru once said: "When you meet a good word, it's like the evening in spring;" When I meet someone, my eyes flow, my smile spreads, and I feel dejected. If only life were the first time. "

God has given us the ability to associate everything. Listening to some stories, reading some articles and singing some songs, our hearts are always restless. That man appeared in my mind for no reason. I know it is too late to regret. I know it's impossible for me and him. I know our love is over. ...

However, at this moment, for whatever reason, I just want to write down my impossible fantasy in the name of being slightly drunk. ...

1, I want to know everything about you, my love.

You know, after we broke up, I thought of you one night while drinking milk tea. "Look at your straw, it seems that you need stainless steel, haha ~" I have the habit of biting straws. I never knew. I remember him always staring at my every move.

That night, I was drinking milk tea and suddenly wanted to cry. I know nothing about his likes and dislikes except that he likes playing games and doesn't like eating all kinds of beans. I still remember one day he came to me excitedly and said, "You know, your next birthday happens to be on the same day in the lunar calendar, just like the day you were born. I spent this birthday with you. It seems that God will give you to me, haha ~ "

That night, I also looked through his birthday calendar in my mobile phone and found that he and my roommate had the same lunar birthday. I still remember a message in my space wishing my roommate a happy birthday, and he praised it. "I'm sorry, I used to be such an unqualified object."

I want to see all of you.

You have always appeared in front of me with a gentle and warm attitude. Even when we are unhappy, all you say to me is "You are really like a child". Now that I think about it, most of the time I was talking and you were listening. I don't seem to have heard much about yourself.

I remember once you sent the wrong message, "Where have you been? You lost a wool without my help. " . So that's what you look like when you play games. It's cute. I'm glad to see a different you. I am secretly glad that you are so gentle and unique to me.

After breaking up, I also tried to play chicken, king, and heard the voice of boys of the same age. I am really outspoken and free and easy. Once, you really wanted to take me to play with chickens. You said that taking me to play this would definitely protect me and take me to eat chicken. At that time, I was too stubborn. Now, I really want to see and hear how you play the game!

I want to hear your voice.

I really want to hear your voice again. It's a pity that our breakup was deleted on social software. We should face each other. I know you may be afraid to see my tears. Yes, I'm scared, too. I can't stop crying. I'm afraid you'll finally make up your mind to leave me, feel guilty or sympathetic because of a few tears, and then stay and deceive yourself.

I can understand you, your helplessness, and your seemingly heartless. It's just that I really want to give you one last hug and bless each other. I don't want your blessing. I just want to hear you say "take care" and finally remind me of your voice. "Oh, this is a good concern!"

So, if you give me another chance, I'd like to hear a lot from you, even if it's "It's a beautiful day, the moon is really round, and the air is really good ..." I also want to hear the so-called obvious nonsense, and I will nod and smile.

I want to help you.

Do you know that?/You know what? Besides my relatives, you are the first person to pick up food for me. You cook my favorite dishes and carefully pick out the onions and ginger I don't like. I haven't done anything for you! I want to cry again. Oh, I still don't know what you like and dislike. Fortunately, I didn't go with you, otherwise you will lose money in the future, haha ~

I want to forget you.

Thank you, you are the most beautiful encounter when I was eighteen, and also an unexpected surprise in my life. I never regret being you, never regret.

Even if your "don't love, don't like and don't feel" breaks my heart, I still can't let you go.

Our memory is sometimes like a delicate dagger, plated with gold and inlaid with diamonds. What a pity! Daggers and daggers are used to hurt people!