After the season of flowers and the fragrant years, the story ends with a dead silence
I love you, even if the cold will be more cruel after the short warmth, I will still run towards you without any hesitation
I remember the past in a different place
The scent that you left behind is like a sharpened stake in the forest
The countless days in the past seem to be like hundreds of cold souls.
The frost on my eyelashes is a farewell brought by tears
The winter sky is hard, like a whole window
How can a stranded fish return to the blue sea
The love of my youth was like the smell of the first summer
It's better to have a man than a dog.
Thoughts are staged in the eyes and turn into dark circles.
Who hasn't loved a few brutes when they were young.
The good thing about being a lunatic is that you don't have to find ridiculous reasons for being wrong, because I am a lunatic
Often, love is just like this - it's hard to do anything about it and there's nothing you can do about it
The seaside is blue, and you can't look out at the sea, and the sky is blue, and it's a summer that's actually very beautiful
The promise of the agreement was once whether it's still valid for the love of a blue man to part with him
I've been working on this for years, but I'm not sure if this is a good idea.
Let me sing you a love song that I just learned and can't sing well
One day, you'll be gone, and one day, I'll be with you!
The night I left you, I dreamed that you were gentle with me
Love or not love is just a statement, the actual action is the key!
Not everyone can replace him/her
A thousand dollars can't buy me, I'm willing.
It's always in the moment of tearing that the beauty of the heart is realized
It's not that people who laugh all day long don't have sad moments
Am I trying too hard? How hard I've tried, how much I've tried.
The past! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it!
You chose the person you love, was it her you were thinking of at that time
She counts down the days to my birthday every day, but I count down the days to her coming back to me, I miss her so much
Lightning cuts through the darkness of the night, like a knife cut through the red, so shocking
I miss the taste of your kisses and the smell of your fingers, the taste of the love that was once in my memory
I miss your kisses, the taste of your fingers.
I'm afraid to reach out to you because she's in your life
From now on, I can't even see your face.
Is it comforting or sad to think of you
Why do I always miss you when I'm very weak
If I'm drunk, I'll scream your name hysterically
Don't be mean, I can't bear the weight
Is there any joy in leaving me
The whole century's barrenness of missing you has slowly turned into a rotten chapter
The whole century's barrenness of missing you has slowly turned into a rotten chapter.
Some people you are good to her she receives all, using your value, some people even good to her do not want, which is again, how cheap it seems to be
Looking for a person, sympathy.
I don't want to admit that you still appear in the dream warm comfort me we will never be the same as in the past, which kind of hard to love until crying out
miserable sad mood phrases
1, the autumn wind clear, the autumn moon bright fall leaves gathered and scattered, cold crows perched back to frighten the kisses to see each other to know what day, at this time, this night is difficult for the love; into my lovesickness, to know that I lovesickness, long lovesickness, long lovesickness long lovesickness, short lovesickness endless extreme, short lovesickness, short lovesickness. The long love affair is a long memory, the short love affair is an endless one. If I had known that I was going to trip over people's hearts, I would have known better than to meet them in the first place
2. Who is thankful for the red flowers? Who is withered by the green leaves? The moon is missing, who is cold? The wind has scattered them. A season of flowers, a season of fading a tree spit green, a ground yellow a hook cold moon, full of love! After all, are destined to be the reincarnation of the previous life, not willing to only appoint really do not have to care, just force is not able to do so, all the way along the side of the side to forget, but also all the way to frequently review, unwilling, unwilling to give up, can not bear ... Hugh
3, when the prosperity of the end of the time to break, I saw a land of sadness in the defeat of the remnants of the flowers in front of all the oaths of alliance is not as bad as the fate of the night, the transformation of the prosperous The end is all broken who for whom to watch the end of the world? Who is the one who breaks the road of return, and who is the one for whom the flowers become flowers and fall into rain? I gently chant in the heart dare not forget in the reincarnation before the last wish, whether someone with a minute of waiting, in exchange for my life's expectations?
4, heart like the sea, love like a flower, a piece of heart can be wrongly paid who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Who, in the ears of the shallow singing; who, the oath of the sea and mountain alliance heave surge, the heart seems to return to that year, you and I hold the petals of the flower snuggling, strolling in this quiet ancient road, and now the years are not in the dream bubble, such as fog is also like electricity, love of a lifetime will not be regretted, love everywhere are the scenery, the United States in the moment
5, in this life, you are me, forgetting the thousand years of confidant, you are me, the dye all the red dust, scattered all the sad thought The sadness of the thoughts of the fate of the fate, rubbing shoulders, who dumped my city, I'm responsible for whose heart, from then on, that a touch of face forgotten the end of the world, no look at you, miss a season, that is the time of the fall of the flowers in a red, fluttering skirts, flinging out the soft sleeve, as if flinging out the millennium of the past
6, the lonely star broken, broken dreams, plain clothes, the cold face of the mirror, the thin, thin, curtains, hope, hope for a full of heart. Heartache always want to avoid those memories of you, return to the ultimate calm, so that the heart from the calm, turn your head in an instant, you forgot the tenderness of the millennium, for me to plant the bones of this life; thousands of drunkenness, all drunkenness is not exhaustive of the life of ten thousand rolls of sadness volume volume, word engraved in the heart, only a song sings an unchanging story, faded into the bottom of the heart
7, the moon is silent people remain, the years in the world turned a few turns The language is difficult to rest, the view of the vast red dust smoky river! I do not understand, between each other to pull the constant ties, as has been fixed picture, how to correct the implementation of the wrong sentiment long, those again and again the pain, again and again touched, looking back, but also a false dream
8, do not bear to do the Lord of the prosperity, bear to listen to the prosperity of the song of the pain of the Acacia ignited another kind of loneliness, bumps in the love for several worlds will stop in the painting of the death of the parting, the beautiful parting of a long shadow, the parting of a long shadow, the parting of a long time. Pulled away from our distance, this bank, you on the opposite side of the river, I can only greet you through the mist, you insist on the step point stepped on my heart, and then leave
9, wind grudges, water cold, hibiscus pouring city, peony Fu Xiang, the morning sun drinking dew, brush the sleeve of the weak willow, Xiaoxiang twilight rain, just like the curtains, covetousness Zhu lips, Dawn volleyball, the wall of flowers and shadows, the evening breeze of the bamboo forest, a piece of paper to send each other, dance and dance Puruyu, soak half a cup of tea incense. Witness a world of displacement, gently sighing rain lotus sink dew, and complain about the green face stained with frost, Zhu Sha point fat, Dai eyes to pass the love, who's order, dumped on the world's prosperity, who's ink and pen, and for whom to divination on the fortune-telling? Drunk this night, years stolen; remembering the past, light ink and paper chrysalis love cocoon into a butterfly, butterfly for the flowers and broken, but the flowers are flying with the wind singing and whispering a few words, drunkenly ask what year is this evening?
10, agar jelly, to be the E. Excel sandals fall, sad soul, flowers, sighing a place where the remnants of the sideburns of the defeated shadow alone tsetse stand under the moon, the shape of the shadow of the hanging more hold the lamp to see the flowers of the death of a song of a solo cold crescent moon teeth, the eyes are full of wolves, the moment of fame, the loss of buried in the sycamore rain, the throbbing of the fancy years, obsessed with your three thousand green silk hair
11, the silence of the city of Luocheng, the pen is dead, the dance of the strangers, the quicksand fly, the city of Luocheng is still in the past, and the death of the people of the world. Qinhuai Fay Chop sadness, storage ink warm makeup point night center, Qin Shi Mingyue, moved through the female wall, Cangyangjiazuo, Xin shaking pianxiang song cabinet window whisking evening residual moon fall, step shadow finger shake pouring city sadness, gorgeous dreams, routed down to the ground, caressing your legacy of injury, the corner of the eye unconsciously moist tears
12, pen flowers, shallow marks dark, book ink, with paper makeup, eyes with tears, smile cold cruelty, light poured light drunkenness, to comfort a life of vicissitudes, swaying Oars, canoeing on the lake, a straw raincoat smoke, fishing alone cold river snow, layers of ripples, gradually dispersed, the weak pen, still for you, to fill the broken sentences of the chapter, broken armor, still for you to fight for a share of the world, rusty halberd, in the blood and rain, collapsed who can not be a fairy tale
13, the wind grudgingly, the water is cold, the hibiscus pouring city, peony fragrance, the morning sun drinking dew, brush the sleeves of the weak willows, the dashing Xiangxian twilight rain, like a The curtains are hanging down, and the lips are coveted, and the dawn is approaching, and the flowers are showing the shadow wall, and the evening breeze is blowing in the bamboo forest, and the paper is being sent to each other, and the song and dance is being sung and danced, and the temperature of the tea is being soaked in half a cup of tea, and a world of dislocation is being witnessed, and the rain is sighing and the lotus is sinking into the residual dew, and the green face is being stained by the wind and frost. Drunk this night, the flow of years stolen; memory of the past, light ink and paper chrysalis love cocoon into a butterfly, butterfly for the flowers and broken, but the flowers are with the wind to fly shallow singing whispered a few words, drunkenly ask what year is this evening?
14, agar jade dew, to be the E. Excel sandals fall, sad soul, flowers, sighing a place of the remnants of the sideburns defeat shadow alone tsetse stood under the moon, the shape of the shadow of the hanging more hold the green lamp to see the flowers of death, a song of solo cold crescent moon teeth, full of wolves, the moment of fame, lost buried in the rain of the sycamore tree, the throbbing of the flower years, infatuated with your three thousand green hair
15, the green monument under the immortal splendor, splendor of the loneliness of the sinking of the vicissitudes of time. Years, flowers of the withered leaf butterfly, with the broken wings, leaping Shaohua, whose blood and tears, Yin buried underground, who's a good story, chaotic conversion of a thousand years of tears, long-standing love affair, chopping the endless, is actually a person's world, the empty city embellished with dyeing half of the city smog and sand, under the broken walls and walls, the lone souls of the spirit of flawed next to seek to know the myth of the world
16, point Jiang Jiang lips, want to say, whispered Huazhang, vegetarian written away from the Fu, drunkenness at large, how can you not pick the fallen flowers, a few of the flowers can be picked, a few of the flowers are not the same, and the flowers are not the same, but the flowers are the same, the flowers are the same. How can we help the fallen flowers can be picked, a few pieces of light, appendix all night, lingering in the past life, the wind and frost pressed plum, moxa orchid window, shaking open the folding fan, the head steamed pillows of cymbidium, a volume of curtains, hanging water and wood years
17, people language, Su Cheng Luo Xia, sad que broken heart song, red embroidery and incense of the collapse of the bean kou years of age, submerged, the pain in the heart of the downfall of the time faded, this is the two people of the dream of the fairy tale, but now it has turned into a A person's joke
18, rice paper dyeing ink, Hanlin word library, hanging scroll that brocade, curtains and dreams, a paper of love ink, ink flow dense Han Fu Yuanqu, a song of parting, stained with the Tang poetry and lyrics, the loss of Jane years, write a song of beautiful sadness, resting on a pillow of displacement injury, sleeping in that world, bleak and sad soul, miserable into the sound of the remote refers to the humbly falling flowers, the rain into a butterfly, the wind and smoke residual dream, the only know the volume of Brahma Scriptures under the
19, konghou play all, sadness and happiness, star hidden moon residue, alone chaotic its life, remnants of the remaining tears of the candles, blank drunken reflection, purple incense sandalwood, including dyeing who a song of the city of absolute love, the night swallowed the mountains, who in the memories of the aftertaste of the Luo Silk Cold, the weak strand of 3,000, deduction of the absolute generation of style and splendor, the face of the swaying, solo song end of the cold dream into a yoga, the rivers and mountains as a painting, the luxury of the open air, a piece of paper for you to book the ink fragrance, written down the world love love lovebirds play in the water! If you are not in love with the depths of incontinence, and how will a hundred turns of the bowels of the cold as frost; I will warm a pot of thoughts, will be drinking the past; drifting to the ends of the earth, just for the face of a smile, but not all of this drop of thoughts, so that the person's liver and intestines! Meet where the purple smoke long, look at the end of the world, still talk about bleak as true, as false; I'm obsessed, I laugh
22, strangers song festival, Acacia not sob, don't be sad, just sad, a strand of heartache, half a lifetime of searching, at hand do not meet, the end of the world to forget, how to think about the drink is also hurt, but the sadness is a trace of the love is thick, but into the parting do not meet, do not say that the soul of the love of the sinking, the frost of the temples face thin, the shadow of the Izumi shadow, can not hold, the tenderness of the past, but also to the end of the day. The happiness, only to, goodbye to you a smile of the wind, and then, blandly away, since the end of the road, there is no return journey only to leave a wisp of dark incense, scattered in the changing spring and autumn, a lingering, penetrate the ten feet of red dust ......
24, into the red dust, only because of the birth of the nature of the smoke and rain, the language of the red dust, only because of the love of all the smoke and rain of the ethereal, sighing Red dust, only because of the bleakness of the rain love red dust, but love can not red dust misty as smoke and rain, looking forward to red dust, but looking forward to red dust cold as smoke and rain, hate red dust, but hate not all red dust chaos as smoke and rain, Nai red dust, but can not help red dust flying as smoke and rain rain smoke and rain red dust, a little bit away from the people in tears
25, that a world of long love, the spectrum of a long time love, the cold of the how much bleakness, diffuse how much silk, into how much smoke and rain! In vain, Naihe, this life, I can only be your passer-by, in the accidental let you remember, and forget, so repeat the plot of our life, to the end, the people scattered, leaving just that the wind blowing down the past, and can not forget once ......
26, once said that the love of the world is not sad, why the end of the world do not keep each other! He heart coincidentally, difficult to understand the edge, love late repentance, Acacia difficult to return to the millennium expectations ended up in ashes, do not look back, is ultimately a flashy dream, the ancient song is still broken, where to talk about the bleak red dust and floating life when they do not want, at the end of the world do not go together, but hard to solve the worry, it is hard to forget, tears seeping shirt most thought, if it is the youthful madness, it will be faceted love injuries, tears taste ... ... do not know each other, and what's the harm?
27, a thousand years a cycle, strangers in the red dust intoxicated eyes? The world of luxury and prosperity stained yesterday? Through the tunnel of time and space, wave by wave inadvertently lost in the previous life of the journey back to the dream of Jiangnan again that day of peach blossoms, green silk brush willow, Qian smiled at the half-face of the makeup touch a song of a thousand years of yaoqin, intoxicated with the heart of who? In the confusion of that a glimpse, fell into that a glance, a sinking is a thousand years
28, the wind dance bright moon, the dream of falling flowers between a dream wake up, between the two eyebrows, all stained with acacia just the end of the world, drunkenness and greed heart thoughts without boundaries and edge of a single rely on the front of the window, let the wind blowing, look at the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you flick the flute, drunken plucking the love strings? Looking at the millennium, the prosperity of the end, but I have not changed the heart of the pity a few times wandering, can not go, is still that dream of flowers between the honey sweet words
29, when loneliness is stained with sadness, the night and how to tolerate the silence, your fault, my fault, darkened the moon, the wind is a bit Thur, how not to provoke people to tears fall on the Naihe Bridge on the skimming, can not be swept away is the who's sake of the sins, and even if I have a heart of the strings of the lovesickness, a few times through the wheel of the story in the sighing You are blown into the sand in my eyes, blurred eyes, can not see the appearance of the sky this end of the prosperity, not pouring the city, not pouring the country, but pouring me all you want is what is a lifetime of abiding together or a long time to enjoy what I want is just a simple but stable life love to the end of the road, the cover can not be retrieved the best of all happiness, is that you care
32, the past is in a hurry, look back, the past has become the wind and the song ended up, listen to, a tune away from the hurt, a lowered eyebrow, a step, a painful love
32, the past is a rush, look back, the past into the wind song ended up, listening, a A lowered eyebrow, a look back, the end will be a curtain dream of a thousand years drunk and a thousand years look back, but I do not know is not the former face of the red dust drunk, who is haggard for the Iren, face old for who shed tears? The prosperity of the curtain, things are not the same, cut off your tenderness!
33, do not use sadness to smear sadness, do not use tears to pay tribute to tears to joy to smile; walked through the devastation, through the vicissitudes of life, still have to struggle to be strong that rain, has deserted the field deserted the eaves, but can not desert the memory of love has not returned to the original tenderness, the wind only ridicule to see the end of the song has been the end of the world, sighed a world of prosperity, but can not resist the tenderness of the thousand < /p>
34, the world's prosperity, but can not withstand the tenderness The world's prosperity is not the end of the world. /p>
34, don't think of each other disturbed heart, bitter as medicine, a few knots of sadness, just with the heartache of parting, indifferent attachment, can know the old face, don't tearful, ask the Secretary to think of love, a cup of oblivion wine, alone to enjoy the lonely moon, a thousand worlds of purity, since the circle since the lack of, seek to be drunk in the world, indifferent to not understand the love injury, want to wake up the rest of me only! Obsessed with the reincarnation of the love of thought, the Secretary of the Fanghua, can be remembered and forgotten, see things do not think of people, the two strangers, the beauty of the Irena, dumping the country and the city, disorientation of the end of the world, a round of the moon, to see the world
35, life as a journey, but also cried and sung, the song when the end of the people, but the pain is the pain of the injured, the wounded self-injury of a dream, a prosperous, glorious thanks to the king of the world I used a turn away from you, I use the rest of my life to forget who let go! Whose hand, who is more difficult than who? In this life, in the next life, will always hang on the heart ...... overthrow the world also, always but a prosperous
36, flowers withered, fallen flowers with the current water ice cold, the song has been scattered sleepless autumn night ravings, far away from the autumn feelings in a haunting music, thoughts spread the vast night sky, the midnight shadows in the long wait for the Gradually yellowing a person wandering in the cold moonlight, outlining too many of my death last night's love, sincere love, the past of youth, the red face of the lamentation of the desire to cut, hard to break, want to rationalize, more chaotic!
37, smoke and rain, a little away from the tears, whisking not all the things of the heart as much as the smoke and rain, sighing not finish the love affair miscellaneous as the red dust moonlit night dance, it is difficult to cover up the sadness of the face of a piece of the depths of love, how can the people? The light green dot makeup, body like a paper sign, heart, thin as a cicada wing, regained the moment only the hidden pain and faintly touched who is who should have the edge of the past life? Who and who is this life before the continuation of the fate? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
38, flowers red thank who? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The moon is missing, the cold? The wind has scattered them. A season of flowers, a season of fading a tree spit green, a place of yellow a hook cold moon, full of love! After all, are destined to be the reincarnation of the previous life, not willing to only appoint really do not have to care, just force is not able to do so, all the way along the side of the forget, but also all the way to frequently review, unwilling, unwilling to give up, can not bear ...
39, who's face so that who misses his whole life, such as the beauty of the flowers, like a stream of years! However, life is only as good as the first time to see the previous life, I burn incense, but with you rubbing shoulders, missed the flow of a world of emotion from the search for you, sleepless! In this world, flexing the fingers, wallowing, your face, surfaced again, but it is not the year of the trance, who took the floating life, messed up the flow of years?
40, the previous life, look back, this life, the fate of the rolling dust, who can rely on! The so-called Izzy, in the water side, the good man is difficult to rely on, tears flow thousands of lines! Leaning against the window alone, the moon sprinkled haggard face, since the Guanqan, alone sad! It is hard to cut the thread of love, hard to break the love of each other, day by day thinking, night by night looking forward to! The magpies are approaching the branches, adding to the desolation, the heart has no hope, the tears are spilling out of the dress! The years are flying by, how can we afford to waste time? How can we stop the flow of wine? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that!
41, the other side of the flower, flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, who is who is the other side of the red face, who is who is the carving of the life and death of love? "If I didn't meet you, where will I be, if I didn't meet you, how will I live? Whether there will still be wine can not be poured out of lovesickness, whether there will still be smoke can not be burned off the loneliness? Will there still be lonely stay in the waiting ferry? I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea that I'm not a good idea that I'm not a good idea.
42, the depths of the red dust, who hit the horse and passed, an accidentally broken a ground flower fragrance, smoked your coat; the pathway cycle, who stood in front of the water, inadvertently looked back, scattered in the wind of the speech and laughter, drunken eyes of your eyes the ghost of the night a few times deep and shallow, a few times have a lot of time, who have you knitted your brows and smiled, and you have drawn eyebrows and makeup for who? Who in the red dust scattered after leaning on the sword to the end of the world, and who is in the water still living with their heads gazing ......
43, the red dust has a dream, years of disorientation, the idle words of sadness is difficult to love the chanting off the moment of fame, in vain to increase the sadness, forbidden to the lapel stained with the love of the dead; the red face of the old fingers, the scattering of the fragrance, obsessed with the flow of time; rouge stained with grey, the burial of the soul of the flowers, sword folding rolls The sword folds and breaks the love; love has a thousand knots, turned into paper cranes, whose thoughts are sent away? Hate has a ghostly sadness, turned into a green lamp, realize whose Bodhi
44, the west wind thick, cold invasion sleeves, lonely sails look at the end of the idea is difficult to pay, in vain from the gaze of all the willows in front of the court, who understand the lovesickness who to solve the sadness, who to solve the tears of thought with the rain with the water flow? The love is difficult to collect, people empty thin, want to talk about difficult to say a little sad, thick and thin still want to open and lock, also told of lovesickness also told of sadness, also told of this hate is always difficult to rest alone leaning on the building, looking at the orchid boat, the remnants of the makeup, who solve the eyebrow between the ghosts, people all flowers thin past events empty remaining look back, a few lovesickness a few sorrows, a line of thin geese a trace of the autumn
45, through the red dust, the zheng song is difficult to solve the meaning of lovesickness, the low-eyebrow rambling, lovesickness difficult to but, tears fall into the red dust, the other side of the flourishing flower Thousands of trees, looking through the autumn water, but do not look to ferry boat left behind in the red dust, that a quiet sigh, knocking pain in the soft heart will be full of paper frustration of the heart, sent to the ancient poetry, with the millennium of reincarnation, to sing for you shallow chanting so that a wisp of longing, refreshing into the heart of the dream of a thousand years of drunkenness ......
46, the Izzy moon wear The red makeup, I do not know who is hurt by the birds are still in pairs, and they are busy singing to each other, but I can not help it, I have two lines of tears, I sing alone with the moonlight, and the only lonely shadow *** wandering under the willow leaf skirt lying people say that the two love if in the everlasting look at each other, why with the gentleman *** get together in the dream of a play in the heart, the dream of a dark thought to ask the hands of the mandarin ducks for who spun back to look at the moon, the lone shadow of the moon, the falling flowers around the body, let you enjoy the I red makeup
47, the other side of the flower, opening a thousand years, falling a thousand years, the flower of the other shore, the flower of the other shore, the red makeup of the other side. A thousand years, fall a thousand years, flowers and leaves do not see each other, love is not for the cause and effect, destined to be born and die, flashy, ultimately too many injuries hustle and bustle silence, ultimately can not escape from the sadness of the butterflies love the end of the world, migrate a season, watch a season, the shadow of the two abandonment, love is not for the love of the birth of a bright tear rain, the flow of years, the remnants of the pity, ultimately too many pains, the flowers, did not fall, eventually escape from the despondency!
48, sitting on the corner of the years, with the warmth of the sadness, lightly tell the heart of the writing is not finished words, not all the lyrics of the sadness of the sigh of the current year, chanting the vicissitudes of life, the original fall of the fall of the leaves, confetti of the summer wound eventually become an eternal frame, can not be broken is always like smoke of the red dust cut candles under the western window, light burning a column of incense do not say forever, forever, how far is it? But it is just a snap of the fingers
49, a gorgeous encounter, a silent end of the two life blossom, blossom two life encounter in the wrong season, growing in a different world you to the east, I to the west from now on, rubbing shoulders passers-by just a chance encounter, is actually a bleak and clear beauty if life is only like the first time to see, whether or not they will still choose to meet if life is only like the first time to see, then like the water years will not be prosperous Some
50, a spring to red face old, flowers fall people die two do not know the quiet waters, Cangsheng tread song; three life cycle, a sadness and happiness, the lights stars, the sound of people nowhere to be seen, the song is not all the chaotic beacon of the world like a flower beauty, like water like water, back to the past, back to the beginning of the dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of the people, can not say that the loneliness of such a.
51, if life is only like the first sight, will still choose this encounter if life is only like the first sight, then will be prosperous!
51, memories in the years drifted down whose tears, the past in time drifted down whose sadness like smoke in the past, I do not know who drifted down whose thoughts; such as the dream of memories, I do not know who drifted down who waited for also insisted on not asking the geometry of the once hurt a world of blossoms, the half of a world of flamboyance, dyeing finger years, a few people to cover the line flow of the years, if you are transformed into the wind, I am if you are transformed into the rain, two drops of tears hang low, thin as the cicada wings. I'm not going to be able to do that!
The memory of the passbook will not increase, you and I understand in my heart
How much time can be exchanged for the qualification of an ordinary friend
By the wind blowing away thoughts, rolled up our time, the place of the first encounter named 'nostalgia'.
The future can not be predicted, love has been very rare.
We are no longer the immature, we have grown up to bear a lot of helplessness has brought me the most beautiful and happy memories ......
The future of the future I still choose to their own things to bear.
What happened to us? Why always hide your heart? Silence and how can I understand?
Disguise, hypocrisy, fake smile, it turns out that I have been living really tired/
The water left in the eyes is called tears
Biting the lips to say no pain, nothing to do,
Do not want to give up the pride of any person, and eager to be able to put down the reserve of a certain person. The only thing I can say is that I'm not a fan of this.
My love only want to call him a person to have.
Forgive me for not wanting to mention the past, it is just a past that makes me tangle.
The most difficult love in the world is affection.
When we are occupied by the silence of the only temperature I how to interpret that I love you in the heart
Promise, is a lie, is time, proof!
The sky has not yet awakened, the time to wake up, the night has not yet woken up, but I woke up
I also have my pride, so I also have my sharp -
Carved our story in the weathered mountain walls, passers-by see the time cried
Maturity, is a kind of learning with the torture.
Loneliness makes me more sad in the cold, bone-chilling winter.
Miserable, I am sad, lonely, I pine.
Where is the city hidden enough for me to hide my restlessness.
The winter sun is warm, but also cold, just like you did not pull me black, but I can never feel your presence
Lonely sentimental, lonely and hopeless.
I keep telling myself that the promise is just a word, it's an empty word, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to be able to do it.
What should be forgotten, now precisely remember the clearer.
Suddenly looking back, a lot of people just so faded in my world.
Rained air tired of sadness, my memory of the fairy tale has slowly melted
If even the oath is no longer important, then there is still something worthy of you to be proud of
The falling leaves drifting far away, the wind blowing Mo hurt you.
Some of the episodes are still profound, and they become the reason for the inexplicable sadness between occasional glances
The human heart can actually disguise itself in such a dense and impermeable manner, and it is unfathomable--
There will always be a day, and sooner or later, it is just a matter of time, and I will be far away from the world
Why should you take the dignity of retaining a person with a changed heart?
Once those only belong to our small happiness.
The tattoos, the bones; the memories are heartfelt.
Canghai Mangchangchang, how many oaths have there been.
A woman so proud, but willing to bow down only for a man
Memory sentimental phrases You will always be my exclusive memory ......
One, through the long night, when the daylight shines, I know that I will remember you.
Second, the day you left, I decided not to shed tears, facing the wind to support the curtains of the eyes hard not to blink
Third, very much in love with the fear that everything will change tomorrow, care about will not be able to stand up to any small harm
Fourth, a butterfly may not be able to fly through the sea, then two butterflies fly together, fly through the happiness, fly through is also happiness.
Fifth, the gap between people, it boils down to one sentence: there is no villain, how come the gentleman.
Six, I'm a passerby you turn around and forget, why accompany you to the end of the world?
Seventh, give me a minute to narrate the past in the Chen years. 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 get a good deal on this. 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.
Eight, you will always be my exclusive memory
Nine, today looking back, why not a comedy? When the love is over, there is another new realm
Tenth, perhaps the memory hides an ocean, but out of the only two lines of tears
Eleventh, the tragedy of life, not in a person lost, but in his almost won.
twelve, all the moods are still coiled, but not just called wounds. Just, quietly waiting, that one person, that one name. Familiar and unfamiliar emotions. Quiet smile.
xiii, when everything is in the past, close your eyes, still can not forget, those once in your dream flowers .
Fourteen, I lost, often not only youth and love
Fifteen, I like rich and strong live, even if it is an illusion. But the illusion is too quiet, and there is no temperature.
XVI. The confusion that does not go away is mercilessly smashed away by the sunlight. I was left standing alone, wandering and wishing.
XVII. I don't see how every argument can be meaningful anymore. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just a matter of time before you get a chance to see what's going on in your life.
18, the end and the process have been, and then go to entangle, even their own will feel greedy.
nineteen, do not cry because of the end. Smile. For what you once had.
XX. Sometimes, we know that there is no road, but still moving forward, because of habit.
XXI, everyone's story is in their own tears in the beginning, the end of other people's tears.
Twenty-two, I always hide in the depths of the dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares, sing all the prosperity, sing all the memories of the road.
Twenty-three, if the time can stay in that moment how good that excitement will be forever fixed.
Twenty-four, a lot of people do not need to see you again, because just passing by. The best thing is to forget that we give each other the best memorial.
Twenty-five, if there has been happiness. Happiness is just a momentary slice, a small section of a small section.
Twenty-six, I for you, in the center of the world calling for love; only miss, can not stop pouring.
Twenty-seven, always need some warmth, even if it is a little self-righteous memorial
Twenty-eight, God will take away our most precious things to remind us to get too much. When you lose, the only thing you can do is not to forget.
Twenty-nine, feelings are sometimes just a person's business and no one has anything to do with, love or not love, just cut themselves off.
Thirty, crush, is a complete loneliness, heartbeat, happiness, but, more often than not, is a person's heartache.
Thirty-one, if you can scatter flowers hurt spring and autumn, life is also complete