2, Happiness took a vacation, drifted in the where; if not ever lost, how come sad?
3, The world of tenderness seems so simple, but so complicated...?
4, we were once happy, every corner of my heart is filled with memories of you, it will torment me until I die...?
5, Today's sad situation, am I too persistent, or are you cowardly??
6, Fading night, please take away my paranoid thoughts...?
7, an encounter, a lifetime of injury...?
8, the years turn, time flies, we, forget each other...?
9, counting the quicksand of memory, those lost years, washed away my dust and sand...?
10, originally thought that love is everything, lost only to realize that everything is not love...?
11, martyred flowers out of pride and evil this life, the remnants of the leaves out of reluctance and the heart of the negative...?
12, there is no waiting, there is no expectation, just want to quietly enjoy the quiet world...?
13, with unexplained blood in the throat, every breath involves heartache...?
14, Farewell, no longer far from us, now always good, will eventually become the past, lack of too much...?
15, the moment of encounter, I stand in front of you, just a stranger...?
16, thoughts break free in the night, to commemorate having loved each other, only to blame time for making the most beautiful mistake...?
17, Be well without me, it's the only thing you can do for me...?
18, What is happiness? It's hiding your sadness and smiling at everyone...?
19, when everything is gone, who can understand, only time, that memory of the fairy tale has slowly melted...
20, the day you left, I decided not to shed a tear, facing the wind to hold up the curtains of the eyes, the force of not blinking...
21, there has never been such an obsession as this now, do not need to promise,
22, despair is the most perfect anticipation, anticipation is the longest despair...
23, the soul's faraway call, in order to look for you, do not hold any hope and disappointment, just pure disappointment...?
24, the arrangement of destiny, had made us very happy, to the happiness of the past, but the eternal darkness...
25, if someday, you want to leave me, I will choose to be silent, because your happiness is much more important than my retention...?
26, that sadness stays in the heart and leaves traces of pain no matter how it is filled...?
27, I won't struggle, struggle in your care, how do I let go of dependence in your absence...?
28, those unpleasant memories, and why bother to remember...?
29, the sadness against the river, for whom I do not care about everything...?
30, Fu Zi memory: the memory of the rest, the heart like a knife...
31, you will always be the protagonist, because you know how to please, I look at it, sitting in the corner of the me, it is easier to be silent...?
32, memories are also a priceless book, a kind of happiness that can not be...?
33, the tears after turning around, should not just be the end, because we will still find their own way...?
34, in this world I'm sinking for you, after a few reincarnations, we love each other again?
35, the wind is more quiet, the night is deeper, the small moon cold window, who is sad with sleep. The curtain on the flotsam, the light of the candle, who remembered the past years, sad parting things, but the despair cover the door fall Bi Xuan.
36, light ink, shallow fine words, wave not all the drops of tears of the departed, tell not the end of a few bitter cold sadness, the moon light Milky Way, fallen leaves have rain, drink a cup of wine, break all the sad people intestines, who is who obsessed with who is crazy, the scene at this time off.
37, remembering to look at the year together to look at the wind and moon, this night don't dream but away from the pavilion outside. The courtyard is deep, alone, counting the steps, looking to the cold night plum, not yet spoken tears but first from the flow. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your own personalized website, and you will be able to find out what you need to do to make it work.
38, the face has passed away, who appreciate the beauty, want to hold the winter snow to keep the fragrance, how can the snow into a heartless tears. Dance after the butterfly tears have failed, who will be the wind and moon delirium forest platform, some worship moon a wandering, the rest have no merits and faults Ronghua, empty will be weeping and laughing two to stay white, the dew in the Xiao Xiao buried in the shadow.
39, the plum blossom fell, the remaining fragrance left, painted with sadness and separation intention. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of the car and get the best out of the car," he said.
40, the old heart, like a dream like real, worry on the brow, obsessed with a back, drunk a, when the end of the day to rest, the snow does not solve its sorrow, the dream is difficult to stay, sighed all the ancient empty flowers, the pain in thinking about the red dust love, the love of the meaning of difficult to finish.
41, sadness backflow into the river, spreading my past once, erosion of that far away years. October is no longer October, but the eclipse. My vision is blurring, my memories are slowly fading away. This October, I still can't pick up that long-lost happiness, on the contrary, etched into more sadness.
42, a game of a dream, a dream of not knowing the dream broken. Those heavy hurt, and I was unwilling to pick up, and then, slowly pining for my heart.
43, a few more disappointments, a few more sorrows, more sorrows in the sadness of the sad people hurt. Those small happiness, and because of your departure and erosion, and then gradually numb my soul. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this.
44, I have always thought that thoughts can not resist the flow of years, is thought that thoughts do not penetrate the flow of years of courage, respectively, only to find that, not thoughts can not adhere to, but the end of the flow of years, there has been no one to wait for ...?
45, love, never is a kind of a hundred turns of things, have not given up, have not been hurt, have not been sad, have not been confused, how to know the lover? The original, love is actually a smile drink arsenic. The past is a dream frozen in memory, and you are my only memory. Counting the fallen leaves in front of the door; listening to the sound of rain outside the window, is the tear drop of longing. Thoughts are a kind of sadness, happiness and melancholy, a kind of warmth, pain and surprise.
46, hear a certain name, remember certain songs, but so also can not hear the former melody. I've been listening to justonelastdance, and I just feel good, but now I've been through it, and I'm grieving. Whose face aged a thousand years of waiting, who in the search for sinking, I use all the grief, and you do not understand my loneliness, even if the loneliness into the death, still can not swim across my lonely soul!
47, in that year into the winter season, the wind of the heart, and the sound of the falling snow, blowing this kernel... It is little by little to knock open the foolish love sorrow, so that your eyes and eyebrows to my secret word close...?
48, I am gentle, except for bleakness; I am gentle, except for sorrow; I am gentle, except for sadness...?
49, the pouring out of sad autumn, stepping on the shadow of the night, following the whimpering autumn wind all the way, walking and stopping...?
50, edge, fragrant yesterday; edge, colored tomorrow; edge, entangled today...?
51, the lonesome night shocked me will be in the hands of spoiled toys abruptly thrown down, dizzy yellow street lamps. I was silent, leaning and standing...fingertips slipped off the sentimental wantonly spread to the surrounding...a corner, suddenly appeared whose sadness faintly shining...?
52, the red face of a smile, but can not withstand the flow of years...Whose tenderness scattered all over the ground, helpless in the fingers of the passing...?
53, Mo falling rainy season, leaving me alone to guard the empty city. Perhaps it is the sins of the past life, the fate of this life ... its quivering strands of love lingers in the heart ... Naihe, my sadness in the end in exchange for the happiness you give ... That day, I playfully color to: you get married when I do your bridesmaid ... The misty eyes cloudy, perhaps still looking forward to You promised me the light on the clouds, and as the heart wounds wreak havoc, want to be mixed with the oozing blood to go to Naihe, erase the three life stone on your promise, I swore the words. The whole area is dyed red, but also can not be painted...?
54, smile sweetly, half of the city smoke and sand can not annihilate the years left behind injury. I'm not sure if I can find a way to get my hands on a new one, but I don't want to be my bride. Behind the fall of the maple leaves, can not resist the heart of the cool was rendered a land of red dust:
55, the absolute now and yesterday is not, the three life Naihe still. The hands of the neon dress finally not by you to wear, the heart in the corner of the eye of the tears fell that instant, broken. Not that I am too sentimental will not envision happiness, just do not believe that such a beautiful long-cherished wish will be so easy to come, then lose the faster. The happiness of the fingertips as if the sky of the soap cannon, we can not be too greedy, such as is to appreciate can not ...?
56, the old red face print bleak, rouge tears drunk loneliness...?
57, such as the smoke of the face gradually blurred the line of sight, the past was once that sweet, but now it is like a muffled old record, interpretation is not exhaustive sadness, can not sing that beautiful rhythm, can not play that smoke of thoughts, can not pass that dream of prayer...?
58, indifference to eliminate the thoughts, cut off the mandarin ducks strings, the fragrance dispersed in the mandarin ducks soul dissipation in the twilight, all are tasted endless bitterness.......Sorrow stained silk, white hair over the years, but thoughts such as a dream night and night soul, and to and from the traces of no trace...?
59, the fate of the fate of the fall, the wine woke up after all a dream, but no regrets, with everything in exchange for your eyes, this life is willing to sink in the mud of love, you in the end of the world, I will be the corner of the sea...?
60, the remnants of the flower chaos flow years, sadness save heartache... Try to smile to listen to the end of your encounters, but found that the pain accounted for the whole world, and was crushed by your story, you still owe me an ending... Looking back, everything is like a dream, seems to be no traces, but the dissipation does not go away...?
61, the night is over half, people help drunk, the moon leaning on the window, can not tell whether the lack of oxygen or lack of temperature? Tears across the ocean of thoughts, swept away the temperature of love ... ... Outside the window, the cold moonlight climbed up the branches, lazily encroached on the whole branch, pale the window on the edge of the cactus, was bleached thoughts gradually with it withered, in the night wind counting the memories of the injury, the loss of those who were once ... ?
62, you give the love, so that my breath smooth, with only the oxygen to live, and now, thoughts of tripping the separation of the end of the season, the lack of oxygen I suffered a lot, once we said together with the happiness that has been abandoned in the arms of the far away, smelling the residual aroma of love, lying in the love walked on the grass, the tears annihilated my thoughts, forgetting those who could not forget the so-called past ............?
63, those memories that will flash, eventually still flooded into the heart... At once, a scene that will soon be wet or covered by the inner strength...?
, the dark night is after all a dark night, can not avoid the baptism of loneliness, can not escape the dark sadness...is the night, lonely sadness, or sadness, perceived the night's bleakness? How can I figure it out? I'm just an ordinary person, intricate feelings, difficult to part with the helpless, cut constantly, reason, seems to be more messy...?
65, how much courage do I have to face everything that is coming, how much faith do I have to continue to sway in the wind of the persistence...whether the sensitive and weak heart will still be as resolute and brave as it was at the beginning...?
66, upside down Liuli, the reality is still so cruel, leaving me is always the most arduous side of life, that seventy-two grams of the soul is so tired ... and the empty shell but there is no choice but to smile with tears, nodding to accept ...?
67, or failed to live, it, followed by the spread of sadness marks, haunted the city, my world became a water park, shaking, and Yiyi rising glory, the neon in the distance in a blurred halo in the eyes of the confused, eyelashes eventually hang on, dripping down...?
68, would like to be engraved on the stone of three lifetimes, a vow, a heaven and earth unique eternity... I long for, not only the warmth of the passage, but a lifetime of waiting... In fact, nothing, the length of time is not important, it is important to love a sincere... Close to you, I know! This life is destined to be sad and will consume my whole life's emotions and tears...?
69, the Buddha said: obsession, is the cycle of life in the sea of suffering, my obsession? Can I wait until you turn around and stare...?
70, autumn, a season of sadness, a love affair between the world but not the colorful autumn... thoughts are always haunted by a nightmare, in the deepest part of the soul, turned into a mournful rain, scattered sighs... can not hide from the expectations of the night wrapped in thick, toward the endless darkness of the sneak, although I know that you are a phantom that follows me in my dreams...?
71, happiness, anger, sadness, sweet, sour and spicy is the spice of life, even if you live a dull and pale life, and occasionally taste the different flavors, even if it is the cold winter, the heart is not the same season, the meaning of human existence, you may have their own answers...?
72, not yet central, the long Si v. inexhaustible, empty stay red dust song, if the heart of the road without end, the heart of the sea without shore, I would like to be low to the dust, a world to follow you around, and you can be willing to?
73, I don't know if I'm a bit of a fire into life into the devil, I don't know if those illusory scenes from the depths of the dream soul over and over again calling me ... I'm more and more free from that kind of clear view of the situation ... when I look back, that flash of light is like a gap in time and space in a period of time and years .... .......Bone-deep vicissitudes of life, so that my miserable then stopped in their tracks.......Very confused to ask, why? Why repeatedly, again and again in my real life?
74, the sound of the wind, with a distant light breath called me...I followed the wind, the sound, back to the quiet and silent place...?
75, listen to a paragraph away, can not stay the broken sound of the far away, the night sky, leaving a piece of the pale. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the best out of you. I can't forget the fuzzy vow in the diary, just, those who swear to be frank early years of memory together with the yellowing. Perhaps this life is lonely, with the flowers blossoming and falling round the wind and frost ...?
76, curtains rolled, the moon on the upper strings like a hook, dark thoughts, cut constantly, still messy, sadness rolled, has been the autumn wind cold. Leaves fall, the autumn wind cool, the memory of the debris did not leave the branches, as if you never left in the heart, just, this sadness, imprisoned my expectations for many years, alone and lonely and the world ...?
77, sunset, dusk and sunset, condensation of the season, is the tranquility after the fury. The moon is like a hook, the candle flame is exhausted, and the fifth night is over. I see it again in my dream, not stained with dust and smoke. The sky is far away from the wide cold, and the green silk becomes snow in the twilight of the morning. I can vaguely see your emaciated face, the curtain is rolled up, that a touch of classical moonlight, in the end, whose face has been thinned? This hint of soft heartstrings, tied up with the thoughts of who?
78, listening to the cheerful music, want to try to make their own heart can be more pleasant, but after being filtered by the ear root but played like a sobbing wisps of sadness, but also like a storm after the devastation left behind, ready to show the bleak ...?
79, the night poured out a curtain full of sadness, alone with me into a wound, but how many people can see? The moonlight cries the coldness of the sky, alone with me into sleep, and how many people can understand? Who can understand that no one **** language, depressed and depressed helplessness?
80, the wind and dust fleeting, the deceased deceased letter no longer, and then more feelings and attachments can only be turned into the heart of the bitter water, alone to steal the cold, phantom for the thoughts of thousands of gradually eroded the heart of the thoughts ...?
81, if there is if, we will not forever?
82, sinking, pale my beautiful dream, this is a rainy fall, the weather is also very cold, always touching some things, can not help but see things, causing flooding that flood, flooded this season of sadness ...?
83, repeatedly reliving a scene that once was, immersing myself in it, and finally falling into a dream, pouring out the bitterness of years of separation, fulfilling their own unfulfilled promises...?
84, powerless curled up in the darkness of the night's foot fall, do not dare to make a sound, afraid to break the silence but filled with the cool air, this is what a beautiful feeling, but is so frightening...?
85, I'm so afraid, afraid of losing myself in such a cold atmosphere, extinguished the last ray of hope, then live in the end is ta give me a paradise to stay in love with, or to punish me in hell?
86, if your attachment can make my heart calm, I may not be so pessimistic...?
If your sweet smile had been more profound, it might have soothed my years of regret...?
If the reality is not so cruel, maybe I will live a better life...?
87, night, wantonly spreading its charm, black feathers decorated with full of pearl light, exudes dazzling extravagance, heavy darkness shadows poppy-like demonic tentacles, the air floating ambiguous breath, crazy thoughts penetrate the loneliness, seduced by the decadence of the disorientation, the pain of swallowing the messy thoughts infinite extension, sadness as if a ghost like a lonely climb as the shadow follows. ...?
88, the left bank is lonely, overflowing with loneliness of grief, the blooming of the burning smile, instantly withered into a final touch, clear the arc of the wheel of the year... The right bank is sad, tangled up with the pain of the entanglement, that look back smiling sentiment, as if the falling leaves as a shattered, sunk in the flow of the years of melancholy and difficult to escape... The other side of the shore of the love of you! It is a heartache, deep love, meaning...light point of red dust, a stream of ink-colored bleakness jumped to the heart...?
89, there was once a legend that all the tears shed would turn into a fairy tale, and you are at the other end of the fairy tale. As long as you can fly through the sea, you can reach the other side of the fairy tale happiness . In this life, I stand in the left bank of loneliness, you stand in the corner of the sky... palm strokes through the years, even if the end of the world is far away, still can't cut off the long and entangled thoughts of the world...?
90, I looked in your direction, condensed thoughts into raindrops strung together, in the barren world, entangled with infatuation, lingering expectations, through space and time, flying across the sea, with a weak body to resist the attack of the wind, blocking the waves of the sea...in the grinding of the years, to struggle, and to move forward...?
91, the fate of the trick.......lifelong attachment, lifelong love affair, in the cycle of passing by once, time and time again missed, time and time again grief cast into eternity.......this life, is the last love affair, right? The first time I've seen this is when I've had a chance to see the world, and I've never been able to see it.
92, snap your fingers and laugh, hide all the dust of the fate of the past, just for a hopeless tears...also, tonight, and let me drink alone, which a cup of wine is your rippling waves of the shadow? The face of the past life is reflected...also, tonight, I am a lonely dancer, accompanied by the sorrowful piper, step music dancing, knocking the soul of that long time ago...?
93, in this life, you no longer need to wander in the boundless sea of adversity...in this life, you no longer need to wait at the end of the world...because of that wandering and waiting, have been tormented into a sadness, fell into the cycle of reincarnation...?
94, the night is deep, I still wait on the shore of sadness, singing and whispering, turn around, but can not go far away... I still look forward to the reversal of time, to take me to the corner of the sea and the sky with you... Until the dawn comes, at hand into the left bank, the end of the world has become a distant ......
95, the dream has awakened for a thousand years, the heart does not return to the place of love, the dust of the past life of the gentleman do not ask, a few times the reincarnation of the broken remnants of the edge.......Since the ancient predestination is difficult to disobey, the long stay in contention complained about the riff-raff, the three lifetimes of the stone by the Jiangzhu Grass, but also the tears of the present life of the burial of the soul of the flower...?
96, heart dream without trace - suddenly, the other side of the flowers bloom, blood-colored stamens, extradition of confused souls ... ... flowers, colorful butterflies dance, light blue wings stained with seven-color aperture ... ... I know that in this life, you must have a butterfly hairpins, because, many years ago, I have broken the cocoon into a butterfly, flying to the other side of the waiting for the happiness of the other side of the river. ......?
97, tears to the cold wind sweeping, at the moment, I am lost in the eyes, the residue is only your face expressionless... discretion a mouthful of bitter wine, a person's bitter smile, choking to tell themselves that I am now living a good life... Today, I continue to be drunk on the wild cry, at least I can get drunk in the enjoyment of a few moments of eternity ... The old goose's wailing, the accompaniment of the cold wind, playing a song of the ancient sadness ... ... residual face of despondency, inexhaustible thoughts, endless thoughts ... ... too many explanations, and inevitably end up reduced to excuses, too many once, and ultimately will be transformed into a sadness ... ?
98, the cruel reality, once and for all tore my passion... I am a clumsy dancer, alone in their own world... Everything began to leave, and finally left me alone in the corner, holding tightly to the green silk, powerless eyes no longer longing for... Breathing the dirty breath of society, alone to leave this world! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
99, in fact, no results of love, is the best memories ...
, some pain, can not say, can only be, until you can slowly forget ...?
Some love, can not adhere to, even if not give up, can only give up in style...?
If there is a love that can make you become beautiful, or provoke you some kind of potential and motivation, then, even if this love is not fruitful, it is also beautiful, it is worth your no regrets... Like a flower's opening, the flower may know that it will fade after it opens, and after it fades, it does not necessarily have the fruit, but it is still open, open so warmly, in the its most beautiful season...?
, Pearl is the shell's lifelong heartache, you are my lifelong attachment...?
Our love is very short, but it is enough to make me engraved in my heart...Yes, if there is something that we are destined to keep in our lives, then no matter what sadness, joy, happiness or sorrow, it is a treasure that we can't peel off and discard in our lives; if we treat it as a treasure and guard it for the rest of our lives, then it is a treasure that we can't enjoy for a lifetime.... ...Sometimes I think: If there is an afterlife, I will give her everything, and never regret it...I am willing to give everything for that one moment of reunion in billions of light-years...There is no end and no beginning; there is no meeting and no parting; everything will continue without twists and turns! ...But we have no choice...?
, missed is a period of time, left behind is still that unchanging attachment; walked through a past, precipitation is still that unchanging sincerity; experienced is a destiny, hidden in the bottom of the heart is still an unchanging blessing...?
, hang on forever, sincere forever, blessings forever ... you can do for me only happiness, I can do for you only blessings ... ?
If there is no if, will we still have those desires that we should or should not have?
If there were no ifs, how would we know those things that we regret or have no regrets?
If there were no ifs, would there be memories in our lives?
What would we have become if there were ifs?
Could we have just started time over, could we have made new choices to change the ending?
Would we have just reveled in that endless joy?
Would we have stopped being sad?
Will we then stop harboring memories of times gone by?
Would we not have let ourselves be so entangled? ?