1. Happiness that cannot be touched, no matter how hard you try, it is in vain...
2. Happiness has taken leave and is drifting where; if you are not confused, how can you be sad?
3. The world of tenderness seems simple, but it is so complicated... 4. We were once very happy, and every corner of my heart is filled with memories of you, which will torture me until I die... 5. In today's sad situation, am I too persistent, or are you cowardly?
6. The disappearing night, please take away my paranoid longing... 7. One encounter, a lifetime of hurt... 8. The wheels of the years go by, time flies, we forget each other... 9. The quicksand of all memories, those lost years, have washed away my dust... 10. I originally thought Love is everything. After losing it, you find that everything is not love. …
11. The flowers are sacrificed out of pride and hate this life, and the remaining leaves are unwilling to accept and feel guilty... 12. There is no waiting or expectation, just want to enjoy the quiet world quietly... 13. There is blood in the throat for no reason, and every breath involves heartache... 14. Farewell, we are no longer far away, now is always beautiful , will eventually become the past, too much lack...
15. At the moment of encounter, I stood in front of you, just a stranger... 16. My thoughts broke free at night, commemorating the love I had, and only blamed time for making the most beautiful mistake... 17. You have to be good without me, this is the only thing you can do for me... 18. What is happiness? Just hide your sadness and smile to everyone...
19. When everything disappears, who can understand that only time, the fairy tale in the memory has slowly melted... 20. The day you left , I decided not to shed tears, I held my eyes open against the wind and tried my best not to blink...
21. I have never been as persistent as I am now. No commitment or vow is needed, I just want to cherish it, that's all...
22 , Despair is the most perfect expectation, and expectation is the longest despair...
23. The call of the soul to go away, in order to find you, without any hope and disappointment, just pure disappointment...
24. Stay The arrangement of fate once made us very happy, but after the happiness, it was eternal darkness...
25. If one day, you want to leave me, I will choose silence, because your happiness is much more important than my retention...\
\ 26. The sadness remains in my heart. No matter how I fill it, it will leave traces of pain...
27. I will not struggle. I struggle in your care. If you are not here, how should I let go of my dependence...
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31. You will always be the protagonist, because you know how to please. I can just watch. Sitting in the corner, it is easier for me to remain silent...
32. Memories are also a priceless book and a kind of happiness that cannot be bought. Blessing...
33, the tears after turning around should not just end, because we will still find our own way...
34, I have fallen for you in this life, after several reincarnations, will we fall in love again?
35, the wind becomes quieter, the night becomes deeper, the small moon is cold outside the window, who sleeps with sorrow. The curtains are covered with wadding and the candlelight remains. Who thinks about the past and is sad to say goodbye, but hides the melancholy and falls into Bixuan.
36. A touch of pen and ink, a shallow whisper, endless tears of separation, endless sorrow of bitter cold, the moon is pale and the Milky Way, fallen leaves are raining, drink a cup of turbid wine, cut off all the sorrow, who is crazy about whom, who is frivolous, this love and scene will end at this moment.
37,Looking back at those days when we were together and looking at the wind and the moon, tonight we have no dreams but we are leaving the pavilion. The courtyard is deep, and I count the steps alone, looking at the cold night plum blossoms, without saying a word but crying.The fleeting youth is not worth the loss of years; the blooming of flowers is as beautiful as a beauty; how can one know that one's face is old when the flowers fall? When spring comes and spring goes, it comes back again, how can one know that spring is infinitely good?
38, the beauty has passed away, who appreciates the youth, wants to hold the winter snow to leave the residual fragrance, but the flying snow turns into ruthless tears. After dancing, the tears in the butterfly clothes have faded. Who will be delirium in the forest stage with the wind and moon? After worshiping the moon for a while, I will wander around. The remaining beauty has no merits and demerits. The tears and laughter will be left blank in the sky. The dew is floating in the dew and is buried in the shadow.
39, the plum blossoms fall, but the lingering fragrance remains, adding sadness to the parting. Pick up the remaining flowers and put them next to the burial tree. The flowers will bloom here at the end of autumn and winter.
40. The old thoughts are as real as a dream. The brows are filled with sorrow, a moment of infatuation, and a drunkenness. I will never rest until one day. The snow cannot relieve my sorrow. Dreams are hard to stay. I sigh at the empty flowers of the eternity. I miss the love in the world of mortals. This love is hard to extinguish.
41. Sadness flows back into a river, spreading my past and eroding those years away. October is no longer October, but an eclipse of the moon. My vision gradually blurred, and my memory slowly faded away. This October, I still haven't been able to pick up the long-lost happiness. On the contrary, I have eroded into more sadness.
42. A game and a dream. In the dream, I don't know how to break my heart. Those heavy pains were picked up by me unwillingly, and then, they slowly haggard my heart.
43. How much disappointment and sorrow. Among the sorrows, there are even more worries about hurting others. Those little joys were eroded by your departure, and then gradually numbed my soul.
44. I always thought that longing could not withstand the passage of time, because I thought that longing did not have the courage to penetrate the passing years. After we were separated, I discovered that it was not that longing could not persist, but that there was no one to wait for at the other end of the passing years... 45. Love has always been a thing that comes back thousands of times. If you never give up, never get hurt, never feel sad, never feel confused, how can you know how to love? It turns out that love is drinking arsenic with a smile. The past is a dream frozen in memory, and you are my only memory. Count the fallen leaves in front of the door; listen to the sound of rain outside the window, which is the teardrop of longing. Missing is a kind of sadness, happiness and melancholy, warmth, pain and surprise.
46. When I hear a certain name, I recall certain tunes, but I still can't hear the previous melody. I once listened to Just One Last Dance and thought it sounded good. Now that I have experienced it, I feel extremely sad. Whose face has aged for a thousand years of waiting, who has sunk in the search, I have exhausted all my sadness, but you don't understand my loneliness, even if the loneliness turns into mourning, you still can't swim through my lonely soul!
47. In the winter season of that year, the wind of mind, along with the sound of falling snow, blew the core... It knocked away the dull emotions little by little, making your eyebrows move closer to my secret words...
48. I am gentle, except for the desolation; I am gentle, except for sadness; I am gentle, except for sadness...
49, the confession of hurting autumn, stepping on the shadow of the night, following the sobbing autumn wind, walking and stopping...
50. Fate, fragrant yesterday; Fate, tainted with tomorrow; Fate, lingering today...
51. The lonely night frightened me to abruptly drop the pet toys in my hands, the dim yellow street lamp. I was silent and stood leaning... The sadness that slipped from my fingertips spread wantonly around... In a corner, someone's sadness suddenly shone slightly...
52. A beautiful smile, but it can't last forever... Whose tenderness is scattered all over the ground, helplessly passing through the fingers... 53. Don't fall into the rainy season, leaving me alone to guard the empty city. Perhaps it was the sin of the past life, the destiny of this life... The trembling strands of love linger in my heart... However, my sadness cannot be exchanged for the happiness you give... That day, the beautiful lady was so playful and charming: Let me be your bridesmaid when you get married. ...My misty eyes are shrouded in mist, maybe I'm still looking forward to the light above the clouds you promised me, and like the scars in my heart are spreading wildly, I want to go to Naihe with the oozing blood, and erase the promise you made on the Sansheng Stone, I swear. The fields are dyed red, but there is no way to graffiti...
54, with a beautiful smile, half of the city is covered in smoke and sand, but the wounds left by the years cannot be annihilated. Looking for a beautiful woman again: I hold my hand, but I don't want to be my bride.The maple leaves fell behind and fluttered, and the coolness in my heart could not be resisted and was painted all over the world:
55, what is now is not what it was yesterday, and the river of three lives remains the same. The colorful clothes in your hands are finally not yours to put on, and your heart is shattered at the moment when tears fall from the corners of your eyes. It's not that I'm too sad to long for happiness, it's just that I don't believe that such a beautiful long-cherished wish can come so easily, and the faster it will be lost, the sooner it will be lost. The happiness at the fingertips is like soap cannons in the horizon. We can't be too greedy, and we can't appreciate it...
56. In the old days, the red face was desolate, the rouge was clear and the tears were drunk and lonely... 57. The smoke-like face gradually blurred the vision. It used to be so sweet, but now it is like a dumb old man. Old records can't perform endless sadness, they can't recite the beautiful rhythm, they can't play the smoke-like longing, they can't convey the dream-like prayer...
58, indifference has put an end to longing, cut off the strings of the mandarin ducks, the fragrance is diffused in the souls of the mandarin ducks, and in the twilight, there is endless bitterness... Melancholy stains blue silk, white hair Years pass, but yearning is like a dream night after night, coming and going without leaving a trace...
59, the origin and destiny, waking up after drinking, it is a dream, but I have no regrets, I will use everything to exchange for your look back, I am willing to sink in the mud of love in this life, you are at the end of the world, I am at the corner of the world...
...Trying to listen to your encounter with a smile, only to find that the pain has filled the whole world, and you still owe me an ending to the story that was crushed by you...Looking back at the past, everything is like a dream, seemingly traceless, but it cannot be dissipated...
61. It's past half of the night, the person is drunk, the moon is leaning against the window, and I can't tell whether it is a lack of oxygen or a lack of temperature? Tears cut across the ocean of longing, taking away the warmth of love... Outside the window, the cold moonlight climbed up to the branches, lazily occupying the whole branch, turning the cactus on the window sill pale. The bleached longing gradually withered and yellowed with it. In the night wind, I counted the wounds in my memories and lost those that once...
62, the love you gave me , makes my breath stable, and I can live with only oxygen. But now, my thoughts are holding back the separation at the end of the season, and I am suffering from lack of oxygen. The happiness we once promised together has been abandoned in the arms of the faraway people, smelling the lingering fragrance of love, lying in love On the grass I walked through, tears wiped away my thoughts, and I forgot the so-called past events that I could not forget...
63, those flashing memories finally poured into my heart...Suddenly, a piece of water was about to get wet. The scene is still covered by the inner strength... 64. The night is the night after all. You can't escape the baptism of loneliness, and you can't escape the dim sadness... Is it the night that is lonely and sad, or is it the sadness that feels the desolation of the night? How can I figure it out? I am just an ordinary person, with complicated emotions and helplessness that are difficult to let go. It seems to be more chaotic after constant cutting and reasoning... 65. How much courage do I still have to face everything that is coming, and how much faith do I still have to continue the persistence that is swaying in the wind... Will that sensitive and weak heart still be as strong as before? Perseverance and bravery...
66. The reality is still so cruel. What is left to me is always the most difficult aspect of life. The seventy-two grams of soul is so tired...but the empty body has no choice. I can only smile with tears and nod to accept...
67. I still can't bear it. It's so tight. With the spread of sadness and the noisy city, my world has become a water park, crumbling, but also radiant. The distant neon only has a vague halo in my blurred eyes, and the eyelashes can no longer hang and drip down...
The unique eternity in the world... What I long for is not just the passing of warmth, but a lifetime of waiting... In fact, it is nothing, the length of time is not important, what is important is a sincere love... Approaching you, I know that this life is destined to be sad, and it will also consume my life's emotions and tears... 69, Buddha said: Perseverance is Life is reincarnation in the sea of suffering, where is my persistence?Can I wait until you turn around and stare... 70. Autumn is a sad season, but a love affair in another world does not have the beauty of autumn colors... My thoughts are always haunted by nightmares, turning into sad rain in the deepest part of my soul. The sighs scattered all over the floor...the unavoidable expectations, wrapped in the thick night, sneaking towards the endless darkness, even though I know that you are a phantom accompanying me in my dreams...
71, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sweetness and bitterness are The spice of life, even if you live an indifferent and pale life, occasionally taste different flavors, even if it is the coldest winter, there are different seasons in your heart, the meaning of life, you also
