First, let me slowly forget you like sunshine evaporating morning dew. The clean and dry mood from now on no longer carry thoughts of thorns. Memory it belongs to the life who can easily erase, I can only all are hidden.
Second, in fact, the English song I only listen to the melody! About what he sang! Simply did not care.
Third, break up or good friends only to see each other without love or hate in the case of realization, just that good friends and how much sense? The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.
Fourth, although the tears left behind their own wipe, the heart of the enthusiasm but never fade, thinking of your joy, thinking of your sorrow, your mood is my eternal attachment!
Fifth, there are people who choose to be friends because they are too important, because friends are always farther away than lovers.
Six, the most painful thing in life is that too much attention to others, and even forget that they are also very special.
Seven, cut off contact, cut off thoughts, the last hope has been ashes annihilation, the heart has been tired, pain? I don't understand.
Eight, once the old things have been y engraved in my mind, that beautiful memories will accompany itself until forever.
Nine, always thought, in the original place, there is a most original me, there will also be a most original you.
X. The passage of time can make people forget a lot of past events, but the love between each other, but never wear out.
XI, want to hear you say love me, a good or want to accept your roses, a good or want more time to love you, even if only a second good to see you again.
XII, I learned to calm down, even smile is quiet, but feel the breath are unpredictable pain.
XIII, after the breakup can not be friends, because each other hurt. Can not do enemies, because each other y loved, so we became the most familiar strangers.
Fourteen, in the world of breakup is not only to your best not to think of my separation, but also need to my best not to think of you, that will not be so painful.
XV, want to love can not love only the most lonely, I tried to be brave, but I can not face the mirror trembling eyes, so I can only say goodbye to everyone close to me.
16, perhaps there is no ending of the ending, is the best ending. I will use my life to cherish this ending, because you have given me a "beautiful mood"!
XVII, those who once thought that we could not forget things in the process of our forgetfulness, we have forgotten.
XVIII, he came to my space once to delete a visitor, he did not know that my space is only open to him alone.
xix, how many people in the name of friendship, love a person, think have, is the beginning of the loss.
XX, wine in the stomach, things in the heart, the middle is always like a layer, no matter how much wine to drink, are not drowned in the heart.
XXI, is my tenderness my tolerance, is my cherish is my persistence, is also my life is the most ridiculous insist.
Twenty-two, when the breakup came, I do not feel hurt, do not feel joy, there is just quietly look at you. 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!
Twenty-three, memory is like pouring in the palm of the water, regardless of whether you spread out or hold on to it, will still be from the cracks of the fingers drop by drop flow clean.
Twenty-four, thank you cold in the end, let me die to forget; thank you desperate in the end, let me completely give up.
Twenty-five, the departure of the end of the departure, even if very close to very close; rely on the will always rely on, even if the heart of the road for thousands of miles.
Twenty-six, walking in the street, heard those songs you have sung, the heart with those beats a bit of pain.
XXVII, seems to wait for a hundred years, suddenly realized that even if we meet again, mature performances, as well as not see.
Twenty-eight, every little private have belonged to his happiness, care only that happiness has not come.
Twenty-nine, do not go to hate a person you have loved, do not ask the reason for breaking up, do not plead the possibility of compound. The first thing you need to do is to turn around and make yourself happy, that's the real thing!
Thirty, between people, want to say, trust, and do your best to help, can not help when also said to do their best, friends care about care.
Thirty-one, the pain is not pain only know themselves, change has not changed only understand themselves. Don't ask me if I'm doing well, I'm okay if I can't die.
Thirty-two, last night when he and I said break up, I flew to pull him black, and then said to myself, congratulations you love a bitch again!
Thirty-three, if one day, I disappeared, I do not ask you will be crazy to find me, as long as you occasionally miss me, but also meet.
Thirty-four, please do not leave tears in front of him, he can not give you care and concern, at most just a little sympathy.
Thirty-five, your departure is like a light hold in the right hand of the kite suddenly broke the line, so that break point has become all about this pure white years of the burial point.
Thirty-six, sometimes, accidentally know some things, only to realize that what they care about is so ridiculous.
Thirty-seven, the initial wave of the moment, destined to say goodbye; the last fond remembrance, into the performance of cowardice.
Thirty-eight, once loved is gone, no matter what happened to the transformation, then the mutual are happy and joyful.
Thirty-nine, just because of the other side of the refusal, you have a high degree of freedom again. As long as she is well, you no longer have to worry about each other.
Forty, on the road to see his ex-boyfriend, violently felt ugly, and girlfriends chatting about how he was so ugly, I remember he handsome ah! The girlfriends laughed: where he is handsome is you love only.
Forty-one, a person's world always need another person to do accompaniment. He left, that is, he can not afford to set you off. I believe that I will have a better tomorrow!
Forty-two, if one day, I left you, you do not grieve, do not despair. My soul will travel through that magnificent haze looking down on you on earth.
Forty-three, when I dreamed of you, I could not wake up, I could not open my eyes, I could not even breathe.
Forty-four, we are so scattered in the wind of the years, back to the head, but can not see the traces of once together, although, once so hard together.
Forty-five, I really understand, you are not happy with the old, it is me, no, accompanied by you when you are lonely.
Forty-six, the world's most difficult feeling is that you can not fall in love with someone else, only because you still love the person who hurt you.
Forty-seven, that once familiar in the heart of the number has gradually fuzzy, just like you, in my world also farther and farther away.
Forty-eight, want you want to become a matter of heart, waiting for you to wait for the insistence, the eyes of the desire to not be able to cover up and so honest.
Forty-nine, perhaps I am tired, do not want to let their own pain. So I buried my pain quietly.
Fifty, love is traveling on the journey of life on the bus, you and I met here by chance, **** degree of a good time, and now I have to go to the end alone.
Fifty-one, perhaps people are like this: easy to get will not go to cherish, lost but want to try to get back.
Fifty-two: I really love you, closed my eyes, thought I could forget, but shed tears, but did not deceive themselves.
fifty-three, I finally thought of a way to forget you, I will not think of you, will not love you again, my life, not have you.
Fifty-four, love, like a circle, a circle without loopholes, I, in the circle back and forth, but, never turn out.
Fifty-five, you can never see my loneliest time look, because only when you are not at my side, I am the most lonely.
Fifty-six, thank you once loved y, no matter how deep the injury Chu, thank you, after all, once y loved, once happy and happy together.
Fifty-seven, you suddenly woke me up, we know the time to be able to calculate the year, you found your love, and I, still wandering in the original place.
Fifty-eight, when we were young, we gave up, thinking that it was just a relationship, and later realized that it was actually a lifetime.
Fifty-nine, chasing love on the ring road, it is destined that we have to keep running, but never see the end.
Sixty, we always focus on what we get whether it is worth, and often ignore to give up things whether to cherish.
Sixty-one, my sunset-like sadness is like the melancholy birds, melancholy birds fly into my sunset-like sadness.
Sixty-two, looking at the back of your departure, I told myself to be strong, not to cry, because I love you, but also because I understand you.
Sixty-three, perhaps love is not nostalgia, not warm, but years, years and years into a part of life.
sixty-four, love deep, deep, hate each other for flesh and blood, more afraid of people say you for love dizzy, give all still ask each other to say enough.
Sixty-five, love to points to show the precious, many people do not know how to cherish have. Only to lose to see, in fact, that the most familiar is the most precious.
Sixty-seven, never think that other people's husbands or wives than their own good, because they love is not you.
Sixty-eight, if in the birth of life at that moment, can choose, I would rather start to choose to destroy!
Sixty-nine, a man in front of you how to disparage his ex-girlfriend, then you are the next living target.
seventy, tears are the taste of my wanting you, I sent the heart is powerless to retrieve, if the memory is the only reply, I will not forget that I was once beautiful.
Seventy-one, after the breakup can not do friends, because each other harm; can not do people, because each other deep. So I became the most familiar stranger.
seventy-two, miss that section of the most innocent flow of years between us, I luxury, I hope we no longer have a gap.
Seventy-three, we can never anticipate the future, when we are young we are too honest, and when we grow up we are too dishonest.
Seventy-four, today's wine is drunk, laughing at the red dust a few cups, allowing three thousand east flowing water, not to leave the mortal world a drop of tears.
Seventy-five, feelings are so subtle, when it comes to the time not to refuse; when it is going to leave, you use all the heart, but also can not be retained.
Seventy-six, I think the deepest love, no more than after the breakup, I will live into your appearance.
Seventy-seven, I forgot to stay, I forgot to cry, I forgot to be vulnerable, you can not understand my sleepless nights, dreams are your touch.
Seventy-eight, we said good old together to see a long stream, but will become someone else's so-and-so, in the fork in the intersection, you are on the left, I'm on the right, we are stubborn not to turn back.
One, each encounter, always in tears, choose reason but lost emotion; countless sleepless nights, forced to recall *** at the picture, the loss of your life, and henceforth a barren piece.
Second, that sad face through the window, see the sky full of color, can not see the future, can not see tomorrow, those who have not belonged to me, is lost or satisfied, in this bubble of summer and who accompanied me, remember twenty years old we had walked.
Third, I always thought that people are slowly getting old. In fact, it is not, people are a moment to get old.
Fourth, you only love a woman when she will hurt you.
Fifth, I think the gap between me and you, like the ending of that movie, no matter how hard I try, can only be a tragedy.
Six, once upon a time I did not learn to cry, now I often tearful.
Seven, I wait for you, until I no longer love you, I want you, until I no longer sad.
VIII, some of the time, it is in order to love to quietly avoid, avoid the figure, can not hide is the silent feelings.
Nine, in the moment of looking back, there is no resentment of youth will have no regrets!
Tenth, like a person. Be sure to let each other know. Maybe not get the answer, at least you have tried, do not have to regret.
eleven, standing alone at the corner of the cross street, praying that the memory of the look back sweet smile, the leisurely pacing of the wonderful silhouette, can once again inadvertently into the eyes. However, the only thing left is full of red lights, full of the world's hustle and bustle, helplessly sighing prosperity in the dust has not yet died but has died smile.
XII, time, let the deep things more and more deep, let shallow things more and more shallow.
xiii. Only your sadness or happiness can make the air amplify the sound of rain hitting the piano keys.
xiv. I like you, a long time, waiting for you, but also a long time, and now I have to leave, longer than a long, long time.
XV, a person to be strong, tears no shoulder to rely on the head, no one more than their own love for their own more real; a person of the day we smile, smile walking, smile face.
16, love but can not love, love but not love. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
XVII, as if the equator meets the North Pole, love is desperate to tremble.
xviii, the real temperament of the lady, never show off everything she has, she does not tell people what she has read, where she has been, how many pieces of clothing, bought what jewelry, because she does not have a sense of inferiority.
nineteen, when we get together, I do not know the preciousness of friendship; respectively, only to know that it is the most necessary thing in life, like salt, less it has what taste?
XX, you when I am a kite, either I let go, or collect good take home, do not use an invisible love tethered to me, so that I heartbreak.
Twenty-one, my sunset-like sadness is like the melancholy birds, melancholy birds fly into my sunset-like sadness.
Twenty-two, I do not think much about whether or not it can be successful, since the choice of that oasis, will no longer look forward!
Twenty-three, women do not you still see the world is not loyal to the word.
Twenty-four, no matter how many degrees below zero, as long as you are beside you, is warm.
Twenty-five, love is mutual intermingling rather than unrequited love, love is a hundred flavors and not all sweet.
Twenty-six, a year's time is enough for things to be different, the reality is so cruel, feelings are so fragile, I and you, obviously do not belong to wait.
XXVII, so far I do not intend to give up, the heart decided to adhere to how long, in the end they can adhere to how long, I really do not know.
Twenty-eight, you and I in a hurry through how many stories, the vicissitudes of the bottom of the heart of how many memories can not be erased, the real future will tell you more real, so that once the story of the clouds and wind light.
Twenty-nine, we always feel that the past is too good, now too bad, the future is too remote. So much so that we feel that missing is unforgivable. In fact, time can witness everything. If we hurt each other once, two or three years of time will be able to make up for these shortcomings.
Thirty, I know I'm not a very good record keeper, but I like to look back at their own way than anyone else, I not only look back, stand, and then hand time is still under my roaring forward.
Thirty-one, the pursuit of love, and then found that love, never is a thing of a thousand turns.
Thirty-two, for you, I try to change myself, in the direction of your hope, as a result, I lost my soul; for you, I actively face the reality, seriously to give you the life you want, helplessly my running feet can not keep up with the beat of your imagination; I just want to be your favorite to see and the most reluctant to say goodbye to that person.
Thirty-three, the sun rises in the East China Sea and falls in the West China Mountain, sadness is also a day, joy is also a day; in case of things do not drill the bull's-eye, people are also comfortable, the heart is also comfortable.
Thirty-four, I like to leave my mark on you, but I never remembered that you never belonged to me.
Thirty-five, Curcuma can not forget to smile, more can not get rid of the entanglement of memory.
Thirty-six, perhaps you do not know in the moment you let go of the kite, it did not fly far from the high air fell into the abyss, I looked at your eyes some tired seem to have fondness, I know that the eyes of the sea I can never meet again.
Thirty-seven, we have their own unwillingness to share the pain with others, so only choose to hide the choice of a person to bear a person's tears, a person sad, and then, a person slowly metamorphosis, gradual oblivion into memories, no longer asked.
Thirty-eight, a simple melody, always evoke a period of uncomplicated memories.
Thirty-nine, after the breakup can not do friends, because each other hurt; can not do enemies, because each other y loved. So we became the most familiar strangers.
Forty, memory is a curtain full of wind chimes, can not hide a trace of love and affection in the memory.
Forty-one, when I shed tears, you are also shedding tears. I think you're not as lonely as I am. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you'll be able to. It turns out that you are lonelier than me.
Forty-two, my choice is to love you or love you more, your choice is to love me or not love me.
Forty-three, once we thought we could die for love. In fact, love can not die, it will only be in the most painful place to put a needle. Then we want to cry, we toss and turn, we have been sick for a long time, we have been refined into a steel.
Forty-four, tilted two roads, the next station is destined not to each other. The bedside lamp, dark as if the old photos, will be all fixed. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of time to get a good deal of time. Tired eyes closed insomnia, is it because I am running around in your dreams?
Forty-five, forgetting is our irrevocable destiny, all of which is like a drawing without alignment, everything from the past back to the past so slowly extended little by little wrong to open. Perhaps the wrong things we really should forget.
Forty-six, I counted your smile every day, but you even laugh, are so lonely. They say your smile, and beautiful and fall.
Forty-seven, you asked me the way home, I was openly confused, can not you see that I am different from others? If I could gaze at the world again, what would I most like to see?
Forty-eight, I'm so silent, with a little bit of clumsiness. Just like your loss, never showed me.
Forty-nine, watched an unintelligible movie, looking around, found others focused and intoxicated, only to suddenly understand that loneliness is what can not be seen, saw the summer wind gently blowing through the grass leaves flipping fluttering in the past, remembered the clouds gradually dispersed, a soft moonlight sprinkled in front of the window.
Fifty, don't hang your grief on your mouth, everyone has their own story.
Fifty-one, we will never be like before, to each other as irreplaceable; we will never be like before, so hard to love, until cried out.
fifty-two, is right or wrong have gone through, although you are no longer stubborn you, I am no longer wandering me. Therefore, we still have to pass by with the deepest favor.
Fifty-three, there was a smile in my life, but the last is still like a fog like dissipation, and that smile, it became my heart y buried in a turbulent river, can not swim across, that the sound of the river, it became my every day and every night desperation to sing.
Fifty-four, the fear of love, is too late to prevent, also too late to fight. No one is prepared.
Fifty-five: It's so hard to love someone, I love, I hope he will always love me! But he hurt me every time, let me shed tears, in love can not hold too much hope, the greater the hope of disappointment is also the greater, everything with fate!
Fifty-six, all the sadness, will always leave a trace of joy clues, all the regrets, will always leave a perfect corner, I am in the deep sea of ice peaks, looking for the gap of hope, but in the awakening, glimpsed the absolute beauty of the sun.
Fifty-seven, there are flowers in the season, I look at the raindrops defeat, decadence is like that swept away by the brittle petals, fell into the splendor of the fall. And the rain that passes along the stream, that is the flower in tears, or clouds in regret.
Fifty-eight, when you have experienced love and be loved, learned to love, will know what is what you need, and will find the most suitable for you, can get along with a lifetime of people.
Fifty-nine, if the dream can come true, I wish I can replace you to bear all the sadness.
60, you suddenly woke me up, we know the time can be calculated in years, you found your love, and I, still in the original wandering.
61, crossroads, we walk separately. 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.
Sixty-two, even if you stay open in the water daffodil delicate, don't forget the lonely corner of the valley wild lilies also have spring.
Sixty-three, when everything has become the wind, I am still here waiting; when the world has changed, I still adhere to the original; who taught me to be the world's most stupid person, just know that you have to be good to their favorite people.
Sixty-four, last night, the moon is hazy, I quietly send you far away, from now on, the sky has a small star with tears.
Sixty-five, sometimes, love is also a kind of harm, cruel people, choose to hurt others, good people, choose to hurt themselves.
Sixty-six, perhaps one day, you turned back, and I have long been, not at that intersection.
Sixty-seven, I know this is a mistake, but indifferent expression is always quiet; I know I should put away this loss, but the most concerned about the attachment has surged into the heart.
Sixty-eight, you will not know I love you, because I will never say it. This is the way I love you, although very bitter.
sixty-nine, do not dare to say it, because I am timid, because if you refuse, I will not be able to see you later, would rather love you in silence, can not let you know, until, until you into the arms of others!
seventy, years like a river, the left bank is unable to forget the memories, the right bank is worth grasping the youthful years, the middle of the fast-flowing, is young and hidden sadness. There are many beautiful things in the world, but really belong to their own is not much. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Sad Sentences Lost LoveThe truth is the closest to sadness .
It's not that you can't die of heartbreak.
Who takes who really seriously, who is heartbroken for who.
Thank you for being so cruel, so that I can learn to die.
When the tears flow down, only to realize that the separation is also another kind of understanding.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of what is happening in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
After the pain will not feel the pain, there will only be a cold heart.
I won everyone, but lost you.
I want to cry, but I no longer know how to shed tears.
Wandering between forgiveness and despair, the only feeling is hurt hurt hurt hurt!
There's nothing wrong with liking someone, it's wrong to like someone who doesn't like you.
Waiting for ..... Maybe not easy; hurt ...... The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Rained air, tired of sadness, my memory of the fairy tale has slowly melted.
If you're looking for the best, you'll find that it's the best way to get the most out of your life, and the best way to get the most out of your life.
The most unforgettable thing is that you never think about it, but you never forget it.
The past has been y engraved in my mind, and the beautiful memories will accompany themselves until forever.
Once the beloved is gone, no matter what has changed, then each other are happy and happy.
The passage of time can make people forget a lot of things, but the love between each other, but never wear out.
Since we can't keep each other, let the emotion stay in the heart, stay in the memories.
The day you left, I decided not to shed a tear, facing the wind and holding the curtains of my eyes hard not to blink.
I really love you, closed my eyes, thought I could forget, but the tears that flowed down, but did not deceive themselves.
Let the warmth that was once there, continue to warm the heart that is no longer hot.
Thank you for ever loving people, no matter how deep the hurt is, thank you, after all, once y loved, once happy and happy together.
Although the ending is very sad, but the process is still very memorable. Thank you, gave me so many beautiful memories; thank you for bringing me those happy;