I hope to find some good QQ space articles that are ready-made, about the sadness of love, and written in a girl’s tone!

At a certain time of a certain year, a certain day, a certain month,

a boy handed a letter to a girl,

the girl has not seen it yet In his eyes, he ran away like the wind.

She only saw his back - that was a love letter, the boy's confession of his feelings.

So, the girl knew that a boy loved her.

However, the story did not begin. The girl didn't respond.

A few days later, the boy and the girl passed each other inadvertently, and the girl smiled at the boy.

But the boy did not dare to look into the girl's eyes, lowered his head and walked silently.

The girl’s 20th birthday is coming soon, and everyone suggested going to the mountains and woods to have a barbecue to celebrate her birthday.

So, the girl and some friends went to the county to buy clothes and dress up.

The boy hopes that the girl will help him buy some colored paper for folding paper cranes. The girl agreed.

On the girl's birthday, the boy was very sad and stayed up for more than ten nights.

He had dark circles in his eyes, but he failed to fold 999 paper cranes and give them to the girl.

So, the boy gave the girl another gift - a cute little white rabbit.

On his birthday, the boy was strangely silent, and the girl was also strangely quiet.

The days were torn off page after page of the calendar on the wall,

But the boy was still serious about folding the legend of 999 paper cranes.

If you miss it this year, you can give it away next year, the boy thought to himself.

Who knew that it would rain in the fateful sky.

Soon after, the girl fell in love. The boy cried. 999 paper cranes flew all over the boy's room.

Why don't I explain to her--the boy asked himself sadly.

I really care about you! ----The boy burst into tears.

I tried very hard to give you a surprise. The 999 paper cranes are folded and folded all for you...

The boy closed his eyes.

Because he only wrote a few words in the love letter to the girl - "I love you."

Really. If I can't get your love Love, I don’t want to open my eyes”.

This is a true story.

If at that time, the girl responded to the boy and explained whether she loved him or not, it would have saved the boy a lot of pain.

If a boy explains to a girl the secret of who he wants to give the paper crane to on her birthday, maybe the girl will not fall in love.

Maybe they will fall in love... 999 paper cranes will not shed tears.

Human illusions are caused by the environmental atmosphere of the event. If you dare to explain, things will be simple.

Explaining something clearly is like the dark clouds dispersing, the sky is blue, and the sun is shining, which warms people's hearts.

I remember the first time I saw Weiwei was on a winter evening. The sun was unexpectedly warm that day. Although the sun was setting in the west, there was still the smell of the noon sun in the air.

He left the school apartment where he lived, and within a few steps, he saw the girl he was looking for from a distance. He thought: So she is already waiting for him. The girl was wandering under the plane tree on the roadside of the campus, her head lowered, looking thoughtful. There are a few fallen leaves of the French plane tree on the ground, which are golden and golden. When the slightest breeze blows, they will turn around the girl's feet close to the ground, as if they are dancing. He walked over, and the girl happened to turn around and see him. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I didn't expect you to come so early." The boy took the initiative to say hello.

"It doesn't matter, I just came here too." The girl said.

"Then where should we go? How about we go out for a walk?" the boy said.

"Okay then!" the girl replied.

Before this, the boy and the girl did not know each other, even though they were admitted to this medical school in the same year and studied the same major. In more than a year of college life, they may have never seen each other, or they may have passed each other in a hurry on a certain road at a certain time.

He is a boy who likes poetry, although he does not write poetry himself. One night, while he was absentmindedly chatting with his roommate, a friend asked to borrow his cell phone to send a text message, so the girl's cell phone number was stored in the boy's cell phone.

What he sent that night was Wang Guozhen's "Reminiscences". It was a poem he liked very much, so it was stored in his mobile phone, but he never thought that he would send it to a girl he didn't know yet. She replied that she liked it very much, and the friend thanked the boy and left. He didn't know that there were girls in this school who liked poetry. Thinking of this, he actually laughed at his ignorance.

Those were the boy’s most depressing and gloomy years. He went to a coastal city to pursue a girl named Mumu. It was a relationship that he knew was hopeless. After returning to school, his heart was like a piece of ice, clear and transparent but exuding waves of chill. After not writing for three years, he wrote "The Love of Birds" as a summary of that long life.

One day, he was reading "Snow Country" by Kawabata Yasunari, and remembered that there was a girl in this school who loved poetry, because in his opinion, snow can bring poetry to people. So he took the initiative to send a text message to the girl, and then they talked about the snow and the most beautiful scenery in the northern land this winter. The girl's name is Weiwei, a very warm name. She said she likes to go walking in the snow when it snows. The winter solstice is here, the longest dark day in the northern hemisphere of the year, just like the boy's state of mind at this time. Weiwei asked him if he had eaten dumplings. According to custom, eating dumplings on the day of the Winter Solstice is auspicious and will bring good luck. The boy was very touched. He had never eaten dumplings on the winter solstice. The boy was rarely superstitious, but he actually hoped that his wish would come true. He once told Weiwei about his inner pain, and the girl gave him a bottle called memories. That was really a magical bottle. With it, the ice in the boy's heart was no longer so cold.

They walk on the same campus road every day but pass by each other in a hurry. They are far away but close to each other.

On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk.

They walked out of the school gate and walked on a road along the river. The flowers and plants on both sides were neatly decorated. Although it is already winter in the north, the moso bamboos on the roadside are still green, the river is clean and not yet frozen, flowing slowly, and the pebbles on the shore look even more lovely.

They talked about topics of interest to each other together. When he talked about interesting things from their respective childhoods, he seemed to have returned to his past. He was a naughty child with dusty body and dirty hands. When he met Weiwei for the first time, he had a feeling of déjà vu, not as unfamiliar or awkward as he imagined. Weiwei likes to listen to Tsai Qin's songs, which starts to surprise him. He knew that she was a woman who had experienced vicissitudes of life. Each of her songs seemed to contain thousands of words. The songs seemed to be telling people these stories. Her heart had tasted the right and wrong and the warmth and coldness of the world.

He looked at the girl in front of him and thought that she might have a sentimental heart. Would she also shed tears for the withering of flowers like Sister Lin?

The final exam is approaching, and the campus is filled with suffocating depression. Why are the best days incomplete? Everyone feels pressured to review those thick basic medical books in a short period of time. Boys and girls encourage each other and realize that there are also beautiful moments in the busiest days! After a few exams had just ended, they took a break from their busy schedule and made an appointment to hang out together to relax their tired hearts.

So, they met at the same place under the same plane trees and walked out of the school together. On that winter evening, the sun had just gone down and the moon had not yet risen. The sky was blue, without a cloud at all. The sunset in the west was burning red, and a few stars were looming.

The boy and the girl talked a lot together, walked a lot, and visited a lot of shops. People say that going shopping with a woman is the biggest pain for a man. He had thought so before, but that time he didn't feel tired at all, and instead felt an indescribable happiness in his heart. While at the jewelry counter, Weiwei bent down and looked down at the dazzling array of rings. The girl's hands were slender, and the boy's eyes noticed her ring finger, which was very slender and revealed a tenderness like water!

They ate at a restaurant near the school. The food was served very slowly. He chatted with the girl and did not feel hungry. The girl invited him to drink Tsingtao beer from her hometown. He knew it was the best beer in Asia, but he had never tasted it. The first time it was a girl from Qingdao who invited him to drink it.

The beer that night really had a special flavor!

He felt that he and Weiwei were very happy together, and laughter often hung in his ears. However, there were also some things hidden in their hearts, which made the boys and girls' hearts heavy. . There was a philosopher named Cicero in ancient Rome who said: Everything in the world is written on the face. He saw that Weiwei's happy face seemed to be shrouded in some kind of sadness and helplessness. He really wanted to know what it was, but found that his heart had become heavier. The unforgettable love and Mumu who took him to see the sea appeared like a phantom and disappeared like a cloud.

He said: Weiwei, let me see your eyes, okay? She raised her face and looked at each other! The girl's eyes are very beautiful. At that second, across the dining table, his pupils were facing hers, and he saw his own image reflected on the girl's cornea, and behind the image was the world in the girl's eyes. There was also a sea in that world, but it was something he had never seen before. He vaguely felt that there were storms and a harbor for boats. At that second, the boy smiled in the blink of an eye. The girl asked him why he wanted to look into her eyes. He smiled again and did not answer.

When I returned to school, the night was already very dark. There was a crescent moon in the sky, and the crescent moon looked like a child’s innocent smile painted on the sky. The street lights also opened their eyes, lighting up the city's roads and the hearts of pedestrians!

On the day he left school before the holiday, he and the girl went for a walk in the city's People's Square. The square is very large, with neat lawns, masson pine trees and stone bridges.

It was a good day. There were many couples taking wedding videos in the square. The bride is charming, and the groom is suave. Winter is the season of harvesting love! Seeing the bride in her wedding dress, Weiwei's eyes showed excitement and his mood became excited. The boy and girl followed the camera, as if they didn't want to miss the happy moment. When the boy met other people's weddings in the past, he often passed by them in a hurry. However, at this time, he also noticed the lily on the groom's chest that symbolized a century-old marriage - white and elegant. People say that men's misfortunes mostly lie in career setbacks, and women's misfortunes mostly lie in the failure of love and marriage. Therefore, a man must be worthy of the woman he loves! He looked at the girl in front of him and imagined her wearing a wedding dress. She looked better than any bride the boy had ever seen. Her wedding dress should be white and add a touch of blue to make it look unique and otherworldly.

It is said that there is a kind of soup that will make you forget everything after drinking it. Forget all sorrow, forget all hatred, forget all unhappiness and things that you want to forget in your memory. Of course, that also includes forgetting love and forgetting love... If you forget sorrow, there will be no sorrow. You can relax your frown and worry. Face. All the unfairness and unhappiness in daily life will go away with forgetfulness, and people will become clearer, as if the sky covered by dark clouds suddenly turned blue.

Forgetting hatred means staying away from hatred. The soul is not blinded by hatred. When everything becomes a passing cloud, people will feel relaxed. Forgiving others will also save themselves. If you forget love and forget love, you will also forget everything you don’t want to remember. When you are struggling to love someone, when you are helpless and hesitant about a relationship, what a great happiness it is to suddenly forget.

No one can be so free and easy, no one can truly forget! The days of love, hurt, and pain can never be erased. The passage of time increases the pain in the memory. It makes the pain clearer, makes the heart more haggard, makes love turn into hate, and love turns into resentment...

Learn to forget, and you will also learn to forgive yourself and save yourself. Since you love without regrets, separation always has its helplessness. When a person goes from being childish and ignorant to thinking he has seen through the world and this society, it is all a journey of the mind. In fact, this is not the case. There are too many written truths and too little real understanding. It is human nature to blame others and blame others, and most people are selfish.

Life is only a few decades long. Why bother to be so exhausted? Why not learn to forget? Blindly pursue perfection, but in this world, there is no perfect thing at all. Perfection is a defect, and defective things are truly perfect. This is especially true in life. People who live without regrets are not happy. So the pursuit of perfection is actually the pursuit of a perfect mentality.

When a person’s life comes to an end, he will experience the reincarnation of grains; when he is reincarnated and passes the Naihe Bridge, he will drink something called Mengpo soup and forget the memories of his previous life. This life will become happy. Does it take that time to truly forget? What is happiness, where is happiness, people have been searching hard, searching, happiness is actually in that moment of looking back, happiness is actually in that forgetfulness.

There is an emotion called love; there is an emotion called hatred; there is an emotion called disgust; and there is an emotion called hurt. Forget all the unforgettable pain, forget all the heart-wrenching feelings, that will be the greatest happiness...

Having loved, hurt, owned, and lost, this is Life!

It is said that there is a kind of soup that will make you forget everything after drinking it. Forget all sorrow, forget all hatred, forget all unhappiness and things you want to forget in your memory, of course that also includes forgetting love, forgetting love...

If you forget sorrow, there will be no sorrow, and you can relax Frowning eyebrows, worried face. All the unfairness and unhappiness in daily life will go away with forgetfulness, and people will become clearer, as if the sky covered by dark clouds suddenly turned blue.

Forgetting hatred means staying away from hatred. The soul is not blinded by hatred. When everything becomes a passing cloud, people will feel relaxed. Forgiving others will also save themselves. If you forget love and forget love, you will also forget everything you don’t want to remember. When you are struggling to love someone, when you are helpless and hesitant about a relationship, what a great happiness it is to suddenly forget.

No one can be so free and easy, no one can truly forget! The days of love, hurt, and pain can never be erased. The passage of time increases the pain in the memory. It makes the pain clearer, makes the heart more haggard, makes love turn into hate, and love turns into resentment...

Learning to forget means learning to forgive yourself and save yourself. Since you love without regrets, separation always has its helplessness. When a person goes from being childish and ignorant to thinking he has seen through the world and this society, it is all a journey of the mind. In fact, this is not the case. There are too many written truths and too little real understanding. It is human nature to blame others and blame others, and most people are selfish.

Life is only a few decades long, why are you so exhausted? Why not learn to forget? Blindly pursue perfection, but in this world, there is no perfect thing at all. Perfection is a defect, and defective things are truly perfect. This is especially true in life. People who live without regrets are not happy. The pursuit of perfection in QQ Space Sad Diary is actually the pursuit of a perfect mentality.

When a person’s life comes to an end, he will experience the reincarnation of grains; when he is reincarnated and passes the Naihe Bridge, he will drink something called Mengpo soup and forget the memories of his previous life. This life will become happy. Does it take that time to truly forget? What is happiness, where is happiness, people have been searching hard, searching, happiness is actually in that moment of looking back, happiness is actually in that forgetfulness.

There is an emotion called love; there is an emotion called hatred; there is an emotion called disgust; and there is an emotion called hurt. Forget all the unforgettable pain, forget all the heart-wrenching feelings, that will be the greatest happiness...

Having loved, hurt, owned, and lost, this is Life!

There is such a couple. The girl is very beautiful, very considerate, and occasionally comes up with some bad ideas to play tricks on the boys. The boy is very smart and sensible, the most important thing. Great sense of humor. You can always find a way to make a girl laugh when two people get along. Girls like boys' optimistic mood very much.

They have always gotten along well. The girl feels for the boy lightly, saying that the boy is like her own relative.

The boy loves the girl deeply and cares about her very much. So whenever there is a quarrel, the boy will say that it is his fault and his fault. Even when you really don't blame him sometimes, he says so. He didn't want to make the girl angry.

After 5 years like this, the boy still loves the girl very much, just like before.

One weekend, the girl went out to do errands. The boy originally planned to go find the girl, but when he heard that she had something to do, he gave up the idea. He stayed at home for a day and did not contact the girl. He felt that the girl had been busy and it was not good for him to disturb him.

Unexpectedly, when the girl was busy, she was still thinking about the boy, but she was very angry when she didn't receive any news from the boy for a day. After I got home in the evening, I sent a message to the boy, which was very serious. Even breaking up was mentioned. It was 12 o'clock in the evening.

The boy was so anxious that he called the girl’s cell phone three times in a row and hung up all the time. No one answered the phone at home, so I guessed that the girl had unplugged the phone line. The boy grabbed his clothes and went out. He was going to the girl's house. It was 12:25.

The girl received another call from the boy at 12:40. The call came from her mobile phone, but she hung up again.

No words for a night. The boy did not call the girl again.

On the second day, the girl received a call from the boy’s mother, who burst into tears on the phone. The boy had a car accident last night. The police said that the vehicle was traveling too fast and did not brake quickly, causing it to hit a large truck that was broken down on the road. When the ambulance arrived, he was already dead.

The girl was so heartbroken that she couldn't cry, but it was useless to regret it. She could only remember the joy and happiness that the boy brought to her from bits and pieces of memories.

The girl resisted her grief and came to the accident car parking lot. She wanted to see the last place where the boy stayed. The car was completely damaged by the collision. There were stains of the boy's blood on the steering wheel and dashboard.

The boy’s mother gave the boy’s belongings to the girl, including his wallet, watch, and the cell phone stained with the boy’s blood. The girl opened her wallet and found a photo of her inside, most of which was soaked in blood.

When the girl picked up the boy's watch, she was surprised to find that the hands of the watch stopped near 12:35.

The girl immediately understood that the boy used his last strength to call her after the accident, but she herself did not answer because she was still choking. The boy no longer had the energy to dial the phone for the second time. He left with his infinite attachment and guilt to the girl.

A girl never knows what the last words a boy wants to say to her are. The girl also understands that no one will love her more than this boy!

The temperature seems to have dropped overnight. When I stood at the station waiting for the bus in the early morning, I would put my hands to my mouth and keep breathing. I can still clearly recall in my mind the words "* days left before the college entrance examination" written in big letters on the blackboard at the back of the classroom some time ago.

Hate the countdown.

But now when others mention the college entrance examination, I naturally think, oh, that was a few days ago. After that, there was absolutely no follow-up. It seems that I have forgotten the piles of endless test papers that were piled on the table before the college entrance examination, I have forgotten that I lost confidence and felt hopeless and powerless at that time, and I have forgotten that the frequently changing versions of the papers on the blackboard Notes, forgetting the slightly twitching shoulders of the girls who couldn't bear the pressure lying on the table.

It seems to have passed all at once, and all the past has only become that cold sentence, oh, that was a few days ago. Something in the body is being extracted bit by bit, leaving only an empty shell.

Gradually, you will get used to this kind of life, and you will also get used to this world that you don't like.

I remember that a while ago, there was no distinction between day and night. Now around 11 o'clock, I tell my friends on QQ and mobile phones that I'm going to bed. After that, I went to bed early and wanted to resume my normal life. But after lying down for a long time, I still get up and read. The curtains were not tightly drawn, and a small window was exposed, and a light could be seen that had not been extinguished.

The sound of the strong wind sounded particularly clear in the dark night, and I couldn't help but tighten the quilt around me.

It’s past twelve o’clock when I close the book, and my eyes will feel sore. When I get up and walk to the bathroom, the pores on my body will be stimulated by the midnight temperature and expand in an instant. Fill a basin with cold water and bury your head in it. Then he wiped it clean, walked to the living room, took out the Coke that had been frozen for a long time from the refrigerator, and drank it in big gulps.

The entire living room was eerily quiet, and even the sound of the heartbeat could be heard very clearly reaching the eardrums. I suddenly felt hungry. There was delicious satay noodles and noodle paste served all night on the streets of Lianyu.

Go back to your room, put on your pants, put on your coat, and walk out of the house.

In such a long dark night, everything will be particularly grand.

There is such a long period of time that we need to spend alone, one person turns on the air conditioner because of the cold, one person sits on the bed and reads a book quietly, one person lies in bed alone and listens to those quiet, sad music, one person turns on the TV Channels go from the first to the fiftieth, and almost all of them on QQ alone are left or offline, and one person goes out to eat noodles in the middle of the night.

Every one of us has imagined how to spend those long, lonely times.

But we almost never live the life we ??want to live, our days have been arranged long ago. We can only repeat the life we ??don’t like, and we can only get used to living the life we ??don’t like.

Then one day, when we see ourselves completely changed in the mirror, we will remember, oh, it turns out I am unhappy.

At some point, you will realize that time is infinitely long, but it cannot withstand the consumption.

Have you ever had the feeling of walking alone in the middle of the night?

Suddenly I remembered a sentence, passing through other people's lives in the dark night.

I passed by a middle-aged woman who was still selling fruit at a stall late at night like this. She wrapped herself in a somewhat shabby red cotton jacket. When she saw me approaching, her cloudy eyes lit up for a moment, and she saw me. After passing by, it became dim again. One or two strands of hair were exposed from the scarf, blown by the wind and stuck to his face.

I thought about it and went back to buy some apples. The money I brought out in the middle of the night was only enough to buy a few apples. The black plastic bag crackled in the wind.

I passed by a KTV and saw many girls walking in and out wearing miniskirts even in such a winter night. I saw the thick powder on their faces and dark eye shadow. There was a girl leaning against the wall at the door, her heavy makeup already smeared around her eyes. After a while, she leaned against the wall and vomited. Then he took out a tissue and wiped it clean, took a few deep breaths, turned around and walked in again.

Even though it was midnight in winter, the store was still full. I looked around for a seat while holding my face, and saw an empty seat next to a girl who was a little younger than me, so I sat down. The girl didn't seem to notice that someone was sitting next to her. She kept her head lowered. She took her phone out of her pocket and looked at it within ten seconds, but the phone never turned on.

After paying the money, I walked out, passing by a brightly lit nightclub, passing by several couples walking hand in hand, passing by a busy restaurant, and passing by a quiet community.

The feeling of walking alone at night is not as lonely as imagined, or maybe it is very lonely, but I am used to it.

Habit? How much are you used to it? Zheng Sixu, are you still the same Zheng Sixu?

Sorry, there seems to be no way to give you an answer.

Do you know that feeling?

The feeling of walking alone at night as a child and singing loudly because of fear,

The feeling of returning home alone with no one to talk to,

thinking alone You want to talk about the feeling that you can only keep it all in your heart and try to forget it in the end.

A person wants to make a phone call because he can't sleep, but the phone displays "The number you dialed has been turned off" or "The number you dialed" The feeling of "the phone is on the phone",

The feeling of a person trying hard to smile so that people can see it even though he is in terrible pain,

The feeling of a person trying desperately to change, but in the end he can only The feeling of being able to choose to compromise.

Do you know that feeling?

Remembering what I wrote before, in fact, most people understand the real facts, but most people choose not to face them.

That’s the kind of person I am.

If you look back on the past, you will find that the beautiful, warm, and kind past will appear fragile and too beautiful in the current world. It will make your eyes wet because you understand that they will no longer exist.

It is like a world where ink-like darkness slowly penetrates after the sunset.

Gradually, the temperature disappeared.

And later, there is no such thing as later.

I haven’t written a diary for a long time. I was busy taking the exam.

After the high school entrance examination, you will find that you suddenly have nothing to do, and you have too many free days.

After writing this article, I found that it is very real. I shouldn’t say that I don’t understand it anymore.

Cry Cinderella’s tears

Like a meteor falling to the bottom of the sea

It hurts so much

try again and again

Broken Heart

Fairy Tale World

No longer beautiful

I am looking forward to it in my dream

Believe that I exist

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The helplessness in reality

Finally woke up

Tears left

Understood in an instant

Twelve o'clock The boundary between crying and laughing

Your kiss will never come again

love is over

dreams never come true

His appearance Your transformation

My love is broken

Looking at the photo turned into yesterday

Happiness is so far away from me

My Love spins in dreams and disillusionment

Where is the glass slipper of love

My tears are shining with hope

love is over

dreams never come true

Your leaving made me feel

Destiny is like Cinderella

My heart broke that night

< p>Stand alone until dawn

My love revolves in dreams and disillusionment

Cry Cinderella’s tears

Like a meteor falling to the bottom of the sea

It hurts to the point of my heart

try again and again

A broken heart

The fairy tale world

is no longer beautiful

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I am looking forward to it in my dream

Believe in my own existence

Helplessness in the city

Finally wake up

Tears Stay

Understand in an instant

Understand in an instant

Believe there will be true love

I feel so tired

The process is bitter and sweet

The ending is not perfect

The dark nightclub passes

Love is all torn apart

Cinderella’s tears< /p>

i say cry

There is no fun in QQ.

There is no phone number in the phone.

I don’t have happy people around me to accompany me.

In the past few days, I have been waiting for any news.

I don’t know how I’ve been having sex these past few days.

Every time, in addition to the ㄋ丄 class, there is also the plain 丄 class.

Grandma, I’m tired of being happy.

I am in class eight, but I have no money to play.

I want to find someone to talk to.

Tell me what you have been doing for so long. About O and his technetium.

Caustic. There is no way to listen to what I say, and no way to accompany me.

Nagi Si said to Nagi Si,.

Qiao Xiao/.

Just go to the Internet and say to the computer. He can move, but who said anything?

But, I just told it.

When you are lonely, you are willing to come, only when you are lonely can you talk about love/.

Huh. Be happy. He becomes happy, and I become happy.

What the hell, how can I become a technetium? .

Looking at the information on Technetium, I was in a daze.

Looking at the space, I shed tears.

Looking at Etechnetium, he smiled bitterly.

Everything that is trapped can eliminate the joy.

We are surrounded by technetium, one after another.

Could it be that I am really a weirdo?

Ignore the happy people.

Well, sorry.

I don’t know how long it will last.

When you are in pain, smile.

When you are lonely, remember.

Here, the more you care, the more you will care.

The more you care, the less likely you will be.

"No one loves you as much as I do! I shouted with all my strength. This sentence, stained with tears and sadness, was like the last line of a one-man show. I was the only one who was the lonely audience." She can't hear it anymore, she has lost her memory of me in her love. When love loses its memory, when the heart becomes hard, everything is so cruel and everything no longer exists... What is unexpected is that memory It will also become turbid and unable to appear.

Everything is in the past, start over, new memories and life.

This is a kind of happiness. Once the hurt and pain are put aside, they are no longer the same.

When love loses its memory, the people and things in the past become blank, perhaps no longer needed, and a quiet life becomes more important.

Turn around and try not to let tears flow down, but how to control your breathing. Everything is destined and cannot be explained. I just know that it may all be fate. The word "destined" can completely explain it.

When love loses its memory, what is left is no longer there. Family affection melts my heart.

Leave and forget in the corner of the city. A new life is no longer a burden; it is a responsibility. If the days are more compact, people will live more fulfillingly. It doesn’t matter if they are tired. If you see clearly, your heart will be clear.

When love loses its memory, everything you have will feel warm.

Go out and take a deep breath. Let your mind calm down, face life, and have confidence, nothing will be that difficult. I still have a home and a harbor, and I can still go there when I feel tired.

I no longer want to pick up the pen to write. The emergence of every word is a scene of memories, and the beating of every word is a shadow of the past. I hope that when the pen stops, the past, Memories also stopped and memory was lost...

The days passed by were forgotten together.