A very sad talk about love space

A very sad talk about love space

A very sad talk about love space

1. The sadness of youth and fatalistic paranoia...

< p> 2. The falling veil covers the prosperity. The morning cry awakens the heart.

3. Time, just like this, goes round and round while looking back and looking forward; time flies, just like this, going round and round, never to return...

4. Now finally Understand, in fact, if I love you, I shouldn’t restrain you.

5. No more asking, no more searching, love, what did you give me?

6. Young children are innocent and ignorant angels, so kind that people can love them... He will learn to raise his head very high, just to prevent tears from falling in his eyes, even though he is very hurt. , he will also turn around and smile pretending to be strong, and then tell you: I am fine, really fine...

7. Sunshine, wind and rain, ice and snow, stars and moon, all condensed into short words Day and night, with my eyes open, I watch the hurried interpretation of fairy tales that have been repeated for thousands of years. The clouds fall in the sky, and there is no trace of them passing by. When winter turns to spring, the geese no longer fly north, and in the hot humidity of the south A season of life blooms, and I don’t want to pursue exhaustion blindly.

8. The combination of "heart" and "truth" is shen, and the arrangement is "sincerity". Remember these two words before taking the road of love!

9. One day, at a certain moment, if you still remember it, it is just a vague scenery, a pain that cannot be recalled...Look forward, look back, in the endless universe , how can we have a reference object to find the direction before and after... Looking back suddenly, without any surprise or anger, the direction has become unfixed words, and I am typing randomly on the keyboard. If the years are still there, I will continue to live in these years. Ups and downs, close the eye you don’t want to see, and leave...

10. When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come that year?

11. Once upon a time, when we looked at the brilliant stars above our heads, the starry night still filled our hearts, but there were no tears of sadness for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl... Because we grew up, we no longer believed Fairy tale...

12. I smile. Whenever I am sad or happy, all I have left is a smile...

13. Has your heart ever been broken? Does love belong to me? These problems are no longer important to me, because I have already stayed with him until the end and passively let go. After my heart was broken by love, I gave up helplessly; my heart no longer waited for love. This feeling is like a memory that I really want to throw away. Some things have been lost long ago when I didn't have them...

14. When love is a thing of the past, why bother to pursue it?

15. I have always thought that as long as I try my best to love someone, as long as we love each other deeply, we can be happy. However, reality cruelly tears our wishes into pieces little by little, letting me know that in this world In addition to happiness, love can also become a burden and a pressure. After falling in love deeply, I have no choice but to give up and leave my heart in memory... In such an environment, I slowly learned to cool down.

16. Parting ways, separated by the sky, the silk rain blows in the wind and the mood is melancholy in the dream, parting and meeting again, the lonely moon reflects the water a little...

17. The distant dream has never awakened, The blurred morning light, the afterglow of the clear moon, the sorrow that surrounds my heart, falling into the flower-scented bushes, never stopping, obsessively pursuing the dreamlike tenderness...

18. I own everything about you. care. It's just that you and I are not destined to be together.

19. Thousands of miles away, wind, rain, clouds and smoke along the way, dyed with the beauty of the world, painted with drunken beauty, addicted to madness, and went crazy in the picturesque Jiangnan! The worldly scenery described in the painting is pale and confusing, and the scenes are far away from each other, which only adds to the lingering confusion in the mind. I don’t know where the flowers bloom in October?

20. Time is still the same, the fleeting years continue, but the heart is old...

21. Time flies like an arrow, and years are like water, but I don’t know when, my heart seems to be old and numb. Obviously it is just 20 years old, but it seems to be frighteningly old, life seems to have no vitality, only the heartbeat is left to repeat the unchanging melody...sad sentences

22. We are still kind, when the people around us When the dust of dust settles in our hearts, we wave our hands to wipe it away, but we have to endure the unbearable pain in our hearts. We are young and ignorant, and we do not understand the rules of the adult world...

23. Some people say that there will be no eternal love in this world.

24. The moment we wake up from the fairy tale, we pretend to be strong and face the world, lonely and cold. The poverty of our family and the pressure of life spur our hearts, no matter that the road ahead is muddy, bumpy, and full of thorns...

25. When we are passionately in love, we promise to get married again in the next life; after getting married, we often doubt what we created in the previous life. What a bad fate!

26. Maybe my heart has become cold, or maybe I am beyond redemption, but the scene of me turning around, did you feel touched at all, dream? It's all a dream! Wind and rain remain the same.

27. I once thought you were a kite, and I held the string in my hand. No matter where you fly, I will eventually belong to you.

28. I know that there is a kind of love called giving up, which is the deepest love for you.

29. A hundred generations of looking back, passing by in a flash, the lost years were all a mistake, scattered in the ups and downs corners, surrounded by the silence of youth, thinking of fishing alone in a piece of ink under the moon, my heart It echoes with the intoxicating and charming love songs, expressing the deep feelings before waking up, and being drunk and sleeping without realizing it.

30. The love never ends, continue to write poems on paper, in the quiet night, listen to the dreams fly away, the breeze and drizzle continue, the soul is broken and confused, those passing years are no longer exciting, but affectionate The expectation will definitely last forever!

31. Who does love leave for, and when do dreams end? The meaning is unresolved, and this life will no longer exist...

32. Where are you in the vast sea of ??people? Like a cowherd on the other side of the river. Stepping into a familiar street and walking through the place where we first met, your smile at that time was deeply imprinted in my mind. Does my pounding heartbeat affect your heart? Does the initial beauty depend on each other in the heart?

33. Humble oaths always make me sink in, even if they are said over and over again...

34. Thinking about sorrow every day, sketching a stroke of ink, piecing together a picture . Thick black mist rose up from the burned cigarette in my hand, and I wanted to be intoxicated by the taste of nicotine. Perhaps, only in this way can I add a few scars...

35. Wounds are the shame given by others, the illusion that I insist on...

36. Time goes by, like a lifetime ago. Who records the broken beauty in rustling paper, who arranges the affectionate diary in the messy fonts into chapters, how the heartbroken handwriting wears out the tender time, and the pain always lingers in the withered memory...

37. Some people leave and never come back. Therefore, waiting and hesitation are the most ruthless killers in the world.

38. If there has ever been happiness, happiness is only a momentary fragment, a small section, a small section...

39. The night is getting late. I can't sleep tonight. I listen to the cold wind blowing outside the window, letting it disturb every inch of my love. I feel the helplessness and desolation. The cold wind and the cold moon sing the sadness. The cold wind pricks my worried face, the cold moon hangs on the branches, who will sing my loneliness with me in the wind and dust...

40. When loving you has become your burden, then I choose to give up...

41. Obsession, still obsession, guides me to wait, get off the train again and again, and then walk away from the train. In the end, I still don’t want to leave the people or things behind me. What I want to know is, in the days of waiting, who is stronger than whom, and who gives whom despair? The train goes round and round, from the beginning to the end, shuttling through the city. Whose thoughts are silenced and whose cries are listened to? Silently wishing everyone on every train to arrive at the destination safely, quietly and as calm as water, as if facing a calm lake, with no distracting thoughts, where can I find pity? And those noises, like quietly flowing songs, are singing softly in my ears

42. Life is a gorgeous fireworks. We don’t want to stop where we are, even if the sky is full of fireworks above our heads. ;Chasing dreams, following the songs all the way forward...

43. I don’t understand, others say that painful memories can slowly change over time, but they are always in my heart, late at night like this, It creeps into my heart, keeps spreading, keeps repeating...

44. If even short-term love cannot exist between you and me, it is better to let go of each other.

45. I once thought that love was beautiful, and for the sake of that far-off happiness, I gave up everything, worked hard to care for it, and looked forward to it; but now, I just want to live simply, look at the world with cold eyes, and take care of the world. All the past is left out of memory...

46. From now on, I am just alone, guarding my loneliness, taking off all the burdens, staggering forward, looking forward to the next happy reincarnation...

47. I don’t want you to see my tears, because you will be soft-hearted, but you will not be happy.

48. The ending of the story is like this, a kind of loneliness is causing trouble. Everything is like fireworks. After blooming, there is endless loneliness... Along the direction you left, there is a scar, full of holes. Powerless...

49. It has nothing to do with beauty, glory, or commitment... I just waited blindly, quietly performing a one-man show with no audience, no director, just me, for the rest of my life, Unswerving...