1, the past of the honey of the continuation of the wonderful copy in the bottom of the heart, so that the memory of the footsteps are still swaying forward, the taste of thoughts, soaring in the cold wind, thoughts of thoughts, in the leaves of the traction of the light dance soaring
2, lonely heart, dancing alone in my fingertips, waving the ink into a tear of attachment, it is difficult to talk about the feelings of the heart. The red dust is as illusory as a dream, the dream breaks into smoke, curls of flotsam and jetsam, Yi Xuan fiddled with the shadow of time, eyes catching up in the world of feelings of struggle, you such as the empty illusion of nothing, always let me eyes can not be reached, thoughts rippling.
3, your beautiful, bloom into the warmth of the sun in this season, your smile, fade all of this season. The rhythm of life, rolling into a grain of dust sand in the mulberry field, my hand, holding your heart, into the pulse of this season.
4, turn the window, the cold wind came, not a trace of cold, because the heart has long been thawed into ice.
5, life's cowardice and grief, let people sigh can also helpless. Pick up these last tears of life, let a person to life and savor, to life and review.
6, tonight by the fence alone look at each other, snap your fingers in a split second, the falling flowers by running water, the building has been empty, touching the hand to read the yaoqin, messed up the sound, the tune is difficult to continue, the past has become a lonely geese, fly alone.
7, a person, a world, write a faint line of poetry, planted the seeds of thoughts, waiting for you to come, waiting for you to come! Closed, the mulberry fields into the sea, the world, the edge of the edge, the dark fragrance of the brush, the rhyme of the fallen flowers quietly buried.
8, cold winds in the interstices, you gaze at the passing of the years with summoned eyes, my hobbling mind walking in your poetic steps, scattered a land of the passing years of time. There is always you in the dream, there is always you in life, and in the world of word catharsis, your name is still magnificent.
9, without you, my world is only lonely, curled up in the cold corner of the bed, and then wine a cup after a cup to drink, drink to the headache like about to blow up, drink to the whole body paralyzed, drink to vomit. And then hug myself as hard as I can, so pale and powerless.
10, have not forgotten, wasted time, a thousand turns, only for that eternal moment in life. Sea vow, only for a urge to rub shoulders, the road through the years, the rain lingering, waiting for another kind of silk weaving tenderness, no regrets.
11, the human float, prosperity fall, one night withered, return to the dust. It's crying, it's painful, it's giving up, it's not giving up, the ultimate you are still gone!
12, light ink, always stored in a strong sense of love, I will pick the flowers of happiness for you, put in your career, put in your life, so, quietly walk through the journey of a lifetime, with a smile, with happiness, with endless lingering, without leaving any helplessness and regret!
13, thoughts roaming through the memory of the sea, the smoke wave spread into a disaster, the love of a lifetime, in the dream years wandering, wandering. Some love, destined to float a dream, back into the dust, once obsessive love, scattered to the ends of the earth, the heart, but not willing to separate.
14, just because you meet, my lonely heart no longer feel the cold, you will wither into the mud, buried deep in this season. Your heart, turned into a sky fluttering snowflakes, will be the sky crystal around my world, you use the breath of youth, for me to shake off the winter of that burst of cold.
15, paralyzed on the floor, facing the ceiling, it seems to be trapped in the cold and helpless to get rid of the cage.
16, perhaps tired, perhaps tired, perhaps tired, want to use alcohol to let themselves into the dream, but let me in this do not know the years of the night a lot of happy, but not happy, which may be the loneliness of loneliness.
17, the road of love, was paved with nostalgic pain, words as deep and shallow footprints, a lifetime, lifelong love, look off the cape, alone in sadness. I just want to melt in your life of happiness, life and death depend on each other, never leave each other, how can the sky does not do together, the old things scattered, broken shadow flying, I and you, strangers such as the sky, it is difficult to become a double.
18, like water years, crushed the knot of thoughts, from now on, I have the heart and pen to write down the long wait, traces of depicting the flow of years, painted with the color of the years. Pale love, can not see the romantic story, such as shuttle time, write not finish two love look at each other's despair and helplessness.
19, hobby in the early morning listening to a song with a story, the sadness crushed, along the tip of the pen slipped, floating in the text. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
20, the night's bleak, I write all the vicissitudes, but not write the deepest part of the heart of that a touch of sadness.
Suddenly look back to the past as smoke of the text
Suddenly look back to the past as smoke of the text (Part I)
1. Rather fail in the things you like, but also do not succeed in the things you hate. Relentless years, never care about anyone's feelings, and once again, the south flying geese, the autumn water turn around, look endless, is full of fallen flowers of sadness; lick ears, is the long autumn sighs, the scenery, more touched the heart of endless sorrow, silently counting the past as smoke, like a dream like waking up.
2. Another spring, spring wind with spring rain; another start, hope mixed with joy. Looking back, the past has been dispersed like smoke, the entanglement at that time, but now it seems to be nothing more than an illusion. Why be sad for the dream, is a dream will always have the time to save. How about casting your mind on reality, respecting today, looking forward to, and harvesting tomorrow.
3. Memories are always so beautiful, because she has passed away, can only use memories to remember the past you and me. Time flies, the past is like smoke, can not stay is the footsteps of the years. Now you may have changed, just now I, but has not changed, the only difference is just these!
4. There is nothing in this world that can't be done, just see if you want to do it.
5. Magpie Fairy Time and space creation, the past is like smoke, déjà vu love station. If there are two love butterflies, they will leave the twilight fog. The snow and ice in the sky, the wind blowing in the northwest, the steel knife piercing the bone pain. Even if the flowers and the moon and the day, there is hate and resentment difficult to return to the road.
6. The past is like smoke, shaking down the dust, the years in our final is the flowers and water two ruthless, time is always in a hurry, too hasty.
7. Sometimes, we need to cut off their own retreat of courage, and do not hit the south wall does not turn back determination.
8. The beginning of the fall, the night gradually slow and long, in a trance, it is half a year's time again, through the past, a little bit of sadness in the heart of the autumn wind gusts of autumn rain for me to smooth out the trauma of the world, such as smoke, such as a dream, life, a few degrees of autumn cool.
9. The summer is over. The early fall in the mountains and fields is quietly involved.
10. The past is like smoke, and there is no way to trace the past.
11. Seeing each other will be nostalgic, so it is better not to see. I'd like to see your face, gradually blurred in my sight. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
12. These past, I once had.
13. Dreams of flowers will fall to the end of the look back but dream a flashy life, forgetting a season; do not sob parting, do not tell the end of the death. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes. The years are like a dream; the past is like smoke; the years are passing by. The deep but true love, cool but the heart; beautiful but memories, but the hurt is not goodbye.
14. There is no such thing as an uneven world, only an uneven heart. I don't want to complain, I don't want to hate, I don't want to cut, the past is like smoke.
15. Deleted are memories, just memories remain in the heart.
16. Sighing half a world of dust and smoke, the prosperity of the fall of all the chaos, the world wasted thought curled up, lonely past as smoke.
17. very miss very miss a person, look up to see the air occasionally flew over the plane, will feel that some people, sooner or later to disappear in their own lives, like that plane ... I desperately let myself walk a long, long way to look at the speed of the cars and the street scenery, just to drown out those who have passed.
18. zigzag, not allow me to have a choice, scattered floating and sinking, the end of the world is far away, that love affair? Life is like a play, I am like a playwright, red dust like a dream, the past is like smoke, can not go to forget to forget, strangers back, I will be the heart of the dust, just hide in the sad words between the lines.
19. Really like a person, that is, he is completely inconsistent with the standards in your mind, you still like him so much.
20. If the past can be wine, memories are a hangover.
Suddenly look back to the past as smoke of the text (Part II)21. Once so thought, promised that we can really be as the book said, never give up now throw down all the delicate sentences, good times, Wan as the passing clouds, fleeting.
22. A person should have vigorously upward spirit, from despair to find the spirit of hope without hesitation. When everything in the world has become a smoky past, the only thing that can be treasured in our hearts is the spiritual revelation that we get in today's struggle.
23. Obsessed with the sentence, no past love song, into the past as smoke.
24. What can not be forgotten are memories, continue to live, miss, as passing by.
25. The passing of the love of time, such as water, hurry not to return. The past is like smoke, how can we catch up with the past?
26. Memories, a piece of withering. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
27. Memories are a source of strength, never forget the anniversary. To carry out commemorative activities is like lighting a torch.
28. Incense burned into ash, years into dust, such as smoke past only a moment.
29. Past events such as smoke drifted past, swaying out of the shallow melancholy. Alone on a bend of the cold moon, a kind of bone-deep tenderness in the heart, silent loneliness in the fingertips slip, hand twisted to a piece of floating petals, fragrant and clear smile from the thoughts flew by, the moment of time cohesion, look at each other, soft thoughts, into a deep attachment.
30. sing a song of hometown love drink a cup of old wine taste a piece of peach blossom cake think of an old person turn the corner of the eye has been more than twenty years old that city that house that brick that tile the same mountain that water that scene that person just when the old man went to a person returned to a pair of now half of the life of the make-up is not in the past as the smoke with the time drifted away the dust of the old times can not withstand the present hope hope hope that the world is safe and well people sigh sigh love hard to understand sad sad sorrow sorrow the rest of the life is more difficult to happy happy you have got the I'm not going to be able to do that.
31. The spell of barbarism has not yet been broken, and the repression of civilization has followed. On the one hand, the expansion of the greed of the rich and powerful has led to corruption; on the other hand, the rise of the power of money has led to spiritual mediocrity.
32. The past is like smoke, the human face is gone, just time is no longer, the years are barren.
33. Life is like a play, the past is like smoke. Don't make it difficult for others to do so for their own persistence, and trample on themselves.
34. The past is like smoke, life is like a dream, memories into a poem, to be nominated by you.
35. Life is really heartbreaking is not separation, is not your body to withstand how much pain, but your heart that silent crying, the kind of unwillingness and remorse, regret their own indecision, regret their own powerlessness, but also regret their own dedication to pay in exchange for a contemptuous laugh ......
< p> 36. seems to be occasionally remembered, in fact, never forgotten too much past always think will slowly fade away however always in a certain detail by chance to remember in fact never forgotten.
37. You have to remember, Rosewood has not been extinguished, I have not gone.
38. The past is like smoke, the dead are just stories, those protagonists in the days to come will have the name of the deceased, and who has not happened in the past a few stories? Who's not living in the present with a few old people?
39. wind and sunshine, grass tender, mountains and water, feeling new, a pile of soil in the wilderness, ancestors here when the residents, the Qingming Festival scenery is good, yin and yang two realms of true wonder, the deceased is gone and never come back, such as the smoke of the past, do not forget the increase of Liang
40. the past is like smoke, far away from how much to remember, and nourished the warmth of how much. In fact, life is like a painting, the day we were born, we are a blank sheet of paper, and then, in childhood, graffiti, in the layout of young people, in middle age, painted with light color, in old age, smeared with thick makeup, and finally, the moment of old age, the painting is only complete.
41. Give up the perfect, more than one easy; face the reality, more than one comfortable; appreciate yourself, more than one self-confidence; make a good choice, more than one calm; looking for happiness, more than one pursuit; treat others well, more than one love; believe in success, more than one happy; not afraid of failure, more than one persistent!
42. Sunset twilight spring river evening, the wind caressing the evening sun, pastoral hoarse. Long Pavilion Road, the west wind thin horse, look through the eyes full of dust and sand, depending on the willow pale reed, a crow, a shear sand, silent yesterday's fame. You can remember the strangers *** number of peach blossoms, you can remember the case before the hands to learn to paint, pouring all the tenderness of a world of Jun, *** I smile like a flower, the past into each, look at the end of the world, and finally into memory, died like a firework.
43. That time was also exhorted by the Avenue towards the front, I will also have their own happiness. The past is like smoke, to love yourself more than before.
44. The floating light again brimming, flow not outside the current year. But even if the past is like smoke, I still thank you for having the chance to be in my life in a short period of time.
45.plain, not for the people angry, not for their own sadness, the past is like smoke, such as talk, laugh it off.
46. Do yourself a favor, don't dwell on it, think about it and move forward, everything is as it should be. The past is like smoke, all good.
47. In the sea of people who meet and know each other to keep no matter who will not be smooth sailing, only a willingness to pay know how to be grateful for the heart in order to have a lifetime of love and happiness. --Hal's Moving Castle
48. can not be like a poet in general, a few words and a few lines of poetry to say goodbye to miss and do not see, but after all, it really is the past as smoke and then there is no turning back to the road, love in the rain melancholy late at night to write full of, let you come and go as you please in my heart still adore.
49. Wipe the eyes of the lovesickness, look through the past as smoke, this world of the ancient road, trips difficult.
50. The red dust is like a fantasy, a drunken day waking up; grudges such as fog, a day waking up a sigh. The past is like smoke, a happy gathering a dispersal; life is like a dream, a dispersal of a tear.
51. The past is not as bad as the smoke, but the time will narrow down the year's major events, into a small episode of laughter.
52. The reason why the past is good is that it has become the past, the past we let him like smoke, come on, we still come to the study of the more important things in reality.
53. Jiangnan style bones, the sky and water into a blue, heavenly teach wish and body against.
54. Night deep, windy, a bend of the cold moon into the green curtains, tossing and turning, pillow listening to the distant flute, sound broken, blowing wrinkled a river of spring water, more blowing wrinkled willow eyebrow; Lotus leakage drops, listening to the sound of Duyu, more listening to the chaotic thoughts, let the sleeplessness of the intention. Sigh the past as a dream, waking up has been a million miles across the river; Sigh the fate of the fate of the fall, such as fireworks bloom in the clouds; Sigh the years as a knife, the face of the resignation of the mirror in the emaciation; Sigh the prosperity of the end, the building is empty who will often memories?
55. Years like water, impervious to the red dust in the mirror; past events like smoke, can not be swept away is the age of the past; to be the end of the prosperity, only remaining memories.
56. Memory is unreliable, it can not withstand the corrosion of time, to the end of the residual half of those scales, at best, just some of your original mottled fragments, and ultimately everything is no longer there.
57. Jinsei fifty, complexity of a few more past events, past events such as dreams, past events can be injured, past events are sad, past events such as smoke, looking back at the Chinese years, has become the memories of the confusion.
58. The past is like smoke, the soul is also involved. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
59. The past is not as bad as the smoke. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do this. Only the person who has not yet woken up, still lingering in the dream. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
60. Fade out of the wind, I still guard you on the other side.
1, although it is hastily met, hastily parted, but the short course of life we have an eternity, I believe that today's friendship is the best memories of tomorrow.
2, the end of the road alone, a few looks back, half is lovesickness, half is sadness.
3, those who passed in the memory of the pain is not sick. Can't see a large swath of rest under the bleakness is the deepest Chu Zhen.
4, a lot of people, because of loneliness and love a person, but more people, because of love a person, and lonely life.
5, I miss not you, but you give the fatal once.
6, there are people and the encounter between people is like a meteor, instant burst of enviable sparks, but destined to just rush through.
7, a person has only one heart, but there are two atria. One lives in happiness; one lives in sadness. Don't laugh too loudly, or you will wake up next to the sadness.
8, when the flow of years and the cycle of time are no trace, you look back, you will find that there is something hidden behind the long drama of time. This folded back is: childhood.
9, after you go, those tears meandering days invaded. And now realize that we have become a different person because of our youth, and everything is so thin.
10, I was naive, naive thought I really understand love.
11, miss the past, is quiet and happy, is sour and memories. You smile nightmare like flowers, now missing, and do not want to meet again.
12, paralyzed on the floor, facing the ceiling, as if trapped in a cold and can not break free of the cage.
13, engraved in the memory of that summer, is that we together in the sunshine under the tears.
14. Tonight, we look at each other alone on the fence, snap our fingers in a flash, the falling flowers by running water, the building has been empty, read the yaoqin by hand, messed up the sound, the tone is difficult to continue, the past has become a lonely geese, flying alone.
15, who is strong, rubbed into the sky fluttering flotsam. A path of the heart, a curtain of dreams, a Jian lonesome, for whom the trace?
16, the world is floating, the prosperity of the end, a night withered, returned to the dust. It's a good thing that you've been doing this for a long time, because you're not the only one who's been doing this for a long time!
17, trying to find, I will lose feelings.
18, a round of the moon, a tree, full of dead leaves flying. A song, a cup of wine, loaded with the world's sadness.
19, the woman is a day of the princess, ten months of the queen, a lifetime of labor.
20, quietly looking at the sky, recalling the past bits and pieces, found that the original perfect has gradually aged.
21, I can feel your heartache, you have your unspeakable helplessness but you make a look of indifference, the more you do so, the more difficult it is for me.
22, memories of the sad bridge under the spring wave of green, was a shock to the shadow to the indistinct dream, memories of the thousands of sails are not, Hui Pulse water is a long time to fall to a broken heart.
23, put the eyes on their own affordable things, will not be so entangled.
24, who does not owe anyone happiness, but who returns that attachment? Like loneliness, loneliness at night.
25, dead quiet, dead silence, the heart of a frozen lake collected gray through the faint, will be my figure tiny and hidden in such a night.
26, lost years, how to find back, you used to smile but in the memories can not be dispersed.
27. If I can still remember you in my next life, I must be dead enough in this life.
28, parting, tears into a message, you said: this tears can be condensed into pearls, into a permanent memorial.
29, in this life, an encounter is ultimately a dusty dream into an incomprehensible attachment, several times, three times several times, but always can not forget.
30, I'm sure I'm old, because I began to recall the past.
31, if you do not strive for what you want, then you will never have it.
32, some wounds, scratched in the hand, healed into the past. Some wounds, scratched in the heart, even if the scratch is very light, will remain in the heart.
33, do not cry because of the end, smile, for you once had.
34, a gorgeous short dream, a cruel long reality.
35, looking through the years in your eyes, I believe that you really loved me, just like I was really for you, can live or die.
36, flower blossoms and falls in the dream, edge scattered edge gathered at ease.
37, the fragility of life and sadness, let a person sigh can also helpless. Pick up these last tears of life, let a person to life and savor, to life and scrutinize.
38, cherish the good times together, even if one day we will leave, in the days of looking back we still do not regret.
39, come and go in a hurry, also in a hurry, away from a thousand kinds of emotions, looking forward to a reunion.
40, today smile and you break up, hopefully not day smile to meet you.
41, together through the pouring rain, together through the ups and downs of heartache, together with the construction of the love nest let me think about, and you lurk in the love nest of sorrow and joy.
42, young adoration can be silent, in the years after growing up, I will always walk in the scenery less you.
43, time is the catalyst, the initial everything has long ceased to exist.
44, the lost years, how to find back? You used to smile, in the memories but not scattered.
45, dear friends, please shake hands, from now on to run to the West.
46, in the middle of the past that I do not know, only you are the most like the real, I said you again and again, who did not hear.
47, embrace you, find that memory, can you promise white head again.
48, youthful dispersal, the air filled with the flavor of parting this Zen sound curling summer and a group of people busy commemorating the past.
49, remember, a rainy day, you said you will be very painful to me, and now, it is raining again, taking away all our vows.
50, when the kite tired of the sky, whether it will be right to fall into the sea?
51, once always thought, the existence of never leave, now realize, is to leave never come back.
52, the night wind as sobbing, slipping that line of tears, wet whose heart? That piece of leaf looking for home, and where to float to? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
53, time will slowly precipitate. The most important thing to remember is that it is not a good idea to be a good person, but it is a good idea to be a good person.
54, time passes under my feet, strange flashes in front of my eyes, suddenly realized that I forgot the way home.
55, the most terrible word in the world is not separation, but distance.
56, a vicissitude of the heart, in every lonely night, always floating rootless.
57, do not always in front of others, confide in your plight to reveal your vulnerability.
58, I locked you in the box of memories, even if you turn back I can not find the key.
59, our love affair, is not a word of sorrow to solve? The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the problems that I've been having with my life.
60, most of the time in life, the promise of synonyms is bound, why we aspire to bondage.
61, a lone lamp, in the night mercilessly swaying; a departure, in the dark night alone. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the near future.
62, as the years of flowers are similar, the years of people are different. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
63, like a person is not wrong, wrong in like a person who does not like themselves.
64, the best time, the years flow. Once thought of as long as the sky, now become the past as smoke.
65, even if the drunkenness, is also a kind of memory, because you can never forget anything. We forget each other in each other.
66, there are too many hopeless choices in life. Society is like a river and lake, always let a person can not help, words are not true.
67, not all the end is crippled, sadness will not be turned into a river in general growth, but will be covered by the statement of those warm and beautiful things.
68, not shouting pain, not necessarily no feeling. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'm not going to be able to do that. The first thing I want to say is that I don't want to be a part of it. I don't want to talk about it, but I don't necessarily have a heart.
69, wandering in the nightmare edge is not their own. It is not the soul that is immersed in the melody.
70, the past came to me, I was busy. I was caught off guard when the memories went with the wind.
71, broken contact, broken thoughts, the last hope has been ashes annihilation, the heart has been tired, pain? I don't understand.
72, after meeting you, I long for myself to be a fish, only remember you for seven seconds. So you can forget all the pain.
73, years like water, impervious to the red dust in the mirror water and moon; past events like smoke, can not swing is the age of the passing of a past; to be the end of the prosperity, only remaining memories.
74, tears, in order to think of a person, trying to think of a person, in order to remind themselves that at least there is a person worthy of your tears.
75, a paper sadness, write not all the fragrance of the courtyard, indistinct in the dark fragrance of the next world, the end of the court is not outside the sweet red.
76, God has given us too many dream drops and a fragmented poem, it is these fragmented pieces constitute a perfect jigsaw puzzle of life.
77, the world's most beautiful, the most fascinating I'm afraid is this vague hurt in our hearts?
78, the most painful than wandering in the put and not put between the section. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
79, the past soaked in the eyes of the next year, curls of hot air, curls of aroma, thick and light spring color, a piece of two pieces of three pieces of hanging branches.
80, turned over those pale title page, looking back, feel once years is an empty. But, I don't want to let go, but time is mercilessly loosened my hand.
81, the most afraid of what, last night's nightmare, evolved into now strangle me.
82, when you really go to wait for a person, that person will never appear.
83, I really love you, closed my eyes, thought I could forget, but shed tears, but did not fool themselves.
84, floating clouds after a goodbye, running water ten years. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it.
85, have memories, life is to be rich, the years are full of poetry. It is not a good idea to delay in the memories, but the youth is inevitably pale, and the heart of the wooden man is also sad.
86, open the window, the cold wind came, not a trace of cold, because the heart has long been frozen into ice.
87, when the sky clears, maybe I will love you again.
88, did not experience the love of life is incomplete, did not experience the pain of love is not profound. Love makes life rich, and pain makes love sublimated.
89, some things are not to say do not want to do not want to, some words are not seen after forgetting.
90, perhaps the marriage of the past life may be the fate of the next life wrong to meet in this life to add a fruitless grudge.
91, there is so a person, I thought I forgot, but when I uncovered the time I realized, or so painful.
92, silent night quietly spread, unknowingly, years of silence accompanied by a night pass by.
93, when you really want to forget a person, that person has been carved in the heart.
94, the night's cool, I write all the vicissitudes, but can not write the heart of the deepest that a touch of sadness.
95, on the occasion of the separation, may we both friendship forever! Zhan teaching campus, you and I spend time together, ink and kiss, morning and evening laughter, love like hands and feet, righteousness is heavy Taishan, how can not help the passage of time, the years do not return.
96, memories engulfed by a sense of weightlessness. Inhabiting them, miss the confluence into a river.
97, when I most want to say something, often is also my most silent time.
98, as if the front is the abyss, but there is a smile of your city to induce. I will not hesitate to leap down, if you no longer weave lies.
99, pity, sitting in front of the window in front of the sadness to invite the bright moon June for wine, sadness sprinkled on earth.
100, thinking about the sadness can not help but worry in the bottom of the heart for no reason, flooding and spreading. Frowning sadness, is that you give me the seeds of broken thoughts.
101, I still stand in front of the window, cover up their confusion, buried the real yearning.
102, when everything is a habit, there is no such thing as loneliness.
103, I am a flower in the dust, how can I bloom without your love.
104, life encounters are like wine, the past as a hangover.
105, strolling in the street, shuttle in those companionable, laughing young boys and girls, seems to seem a little lonely.
106, I put down the dignity, put down the personality, put down the stubbornness, are just because you can not let go.
107, alone to savor the expectation of blooming, a lifetime of heartbreak. The journey of life is destined to be lonely, because of the refusal to stay put.
108, please do not leave tears in front of him, he can not give you care and concern, at most just a little sympathy.
109, the poles one by one, two by two can not be moved to the line holding hands to pick up the code rust, to paint.
110, some past events in life is the years can not be taken away, as if the more rinsed the more distinct, always live in the memory. We guarded them in life, and brought them into eternity after death.
111, life is a new tragedy every day, which may have me and you.
112, if, not happy, if, not happy, then let go; if, can not give up, can not let go, then the pain.
113, the silent night is still spreading, the wind of thoughts mixed with loneliness and loneliness to fill the heart.
114, if the past can be wine, memories is a hangover.
115, the past as a shadow, thousands of you wandering in the mind, finally, or gone.
116, we have come all the way to say goodbye to a past, walk into the next section of the scenery. Looking back, many things have been blurred, many people have been forgotten.
117, just because someone does not love you as you wish, does not mean that you are not loved by others.