1, so across the ends of the earth, looking at the ends of the earth, holding love and missing for a long time, when all the moods of Mo Xiang are dull, those teenagers hiding at their fingertips are tired of watching for a long time and have fled, and watching from afar can only keep this tender love sound in their dreams together. The will to hold your hand and grow old with your son is probably a thousand-year dream, even if it crosses the distance between you and me.
2. A thousand miles of bright moon sends you homesickness in the distance. In the distant time and space, you stick to the unique oath of this life, walk through the long lonely night, dip in a tear of missing, and fill in the chapter at the end of time in the slender moonlight. You see the sad orchid finger crying and asking herself, sentence by sentence, through tears, why people who love each other can't be together, and when is this lovesickness an end?
Once, I naively thought that you would be eternal in my life. It was not until later that I realized that I was wrong. I wander in your world, like fireworks, from beginning to end
4. Some people say that time has turned life into a song, but the singer is wandering, but his heart is always afraid to let go, fearing that everything will just fall fruitlessly and graffiti life into ruin.
At night, I seem to be such a person who doesn't know how to hide himself. The faint smell of tobacco fills my heart with your breath, and the fog around the city blurs a person's loneliness and a person's night.
6, love to the depths, involuntarily, for this heart-to-heart love, I have begun to embark on a long journey of waiting for my son to get old. If there is no deadline, let this persistent heart call through Qian Shan, through the desolation of the years, without asking for a firework. Can you give me a heart separated by mountains and water?
7. In those years, I was left behind, unwilling to mention it or dare to touch it. Everything was like a flash of scenery outside the window, and then I turned around and quickly escaped from sight. There is only endless imagination left in the invisible place.
8. I want to pick up those years again, only to find that too many memories are vague, happy, faint, sad and shallow. It turns out that life is always full of exultation and tossing, and the time is always half bright and half dark. The price of growth is the patchwork of blood and tears, and it is hard to let go of it. Finally understand that life is regrettable and life is not perfect.
9. There is a kind of love, tender and affectionate, and a kind of dust fate. I'm drunk, but I can't live in the world of mortals My left hand wishes my right hand happiness, love and sweetness. Thinking, laughing. Worry, pain. Acacia, bitter. Leaves, accompanied by trees. The wind blew off the flowers. But what accompanies us is expectation and waiting, expecting the love and dependence of the hatchback, waiting to fly with me.
10, looking at the bustling lights in the distance, I feel lonely. Who gave me full of laughter and sweetness, who gave me full of sadness and helplessness. Although, in the world of love, you don't have to wait for separation, everyone has to get used to it, but you are not me after all, how can you understand my pain! When tears are on your face, wash away the whispers you left behind and take away all the remaining traces. Are you the only one who is committed?
1 1, beauty is always used to stare and remember, because the most beautiful is always the most hurt. There is no doubt that manzhu loves sand flowers, but in the end, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall silently. I miss each other, but I am silent, knowing that I will wait indefinitely, but I will never forget it. Generations know each other and cherish each other. What can we do? We didn't know each other in previous lives, we won't meet in this life, and we will never leave in the afterlife. That kind of love that is close to despair is a beauty that we dare not touch all our lives. After all, it's just a legend.
12, all the years infected by words are destined to be a kind of sadness, or is it caused by sadness? Beating all day, the cold and lonely chapters tremble at the fingertips, the faint and sad melody stirs the heart, and the desolation of missing can't hide the lingering sense of death. Try your best to seek perfection, pain, sadness, love and beauty!
13, flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. In those years, the same flowers bloom and fall, the same sunrise and sunset, the same full moon and lack of moon, and the years pass, nothing can change. At the beginning, it is always bright, bright and warm, and at the end, it is withered, gray and cold. Looking at these years, I finally learned to grow up, understand, be carefree and calm.
14, in the world of music, is an indescribable perfect state of mind, which makes people linger. During the complicated recess, I sat alone in the corner by the window, holding my chin in my hands and watching what happened in class quietly. Among the mixed voices, no one noticed me except Rene Liu's clear and sensible voice. I only have the right to be lonely.
15. Twist your mind in quiet gentleness. Missing is the wind without direction, and you can't end this dusty fate. I can only knead warm days into poems, even if I can't depend on each other closely, I look forward to the opportunity of dependence. At that moment, the watch will turn into stone and become a tombstone forever.
16, in the hopeless world of mortals, this love is beautiful, and the pain of lovesickness is too strong to express, because this love has already penetrated into the bone marrow, and it is still strong after tear drops. Stay in the eternal flowering period of time, with the bitterness of caring, with the pain of acacia, with the contract that will never end in this life, even if it is an unfulfilled promise, no regrets! !
17, loneliness is inevitable when people are on the road; Listening to loneliness, the heart is not empty. My life is long and lonely, and I still have no one to accompany me on the next journey. People who have hurried by in youth, thank you for letting me appreciate different scenery, and I will miss those people and things in the past in the dark.
18, the night of missing, through the light of Deng Huachu, is so gentle. Wandering footsteps, wandering on the edge of darkness, my lonely figure, like an elf in the dark night, always dances in an empty corner. Who can hear my sigh, cross this barren world and stop in the direction where you leave? It was a thousand calls in my heart, vaguely and clearly floating in a wet dream.
I am used to watching the birds fly away from the window until they disappear without a trace. I hide in the cracks, avoid the destruction of time, let my thoughts run wild, and let the waiting in my youth escape in a hurry. Time wobbled for another day, but now you are still as clear as a lamp in my life. I watched, watched, and then, my eyes were blurred and dizzy ...
20. In the face of good times, sometimes I don't care. Trapped in a room with stale air all day, I opened the curtains and found that the weak light can also bring me a little comfort, although it is not warm. This unsolvable spring is comparable to winter greetings, clothes are tightly wrapped, and the palm of your hand can't lock the so-called temperature.
2 1, those people decorate ordinary times with beautiful feelings, and their pale eyes become shiny because of them. However, no one can resist the power of growth, and no one can stop the change of the world. Those who have left a trace of warmth in their lives, there are always some people who have already disappeared in front of them, no news, no contact, and memories are stuck in those years. Remember, my heart is warm and painful.
22. If the wind in the past is just drifting without direction, I hope the flowing clouds can take away all my memories. I don't want to think of you every season when flowers bloom and fall!