See through the dead heart. Tell me about it.

I don't even have a picture of him. He lives only in my memory.

2. I laughed for the first time because I met you, cried for the first time because you were not laughing, and cried for the first time because I couldn't have you.

Third, don't let me save enough disappointment for despair.

I am a child who can walk when I am lonely. I keep walking. I have no goal, no choice. My back hurts so much that I burst into tears. I no longer feel heartache. I can't walk any further until my heart breaks.

I have been waiting for you. I'm actually waiting for you here just to save enough disappointment and convince myself to give up all illusions about you.

6. The tears I have drunk in my life are not as bitter as when you turned away, which makes me sad.

Seven, the happiness I once had now overwhelmed me with pain.

8. I rehearsed the scene of our reunion after a long separation. I performed this one-man show with tears in my eyes.

Nine, accept growth, accept all disharmony.

For a moment, I suddenly felt that all my waiting was meaningless in your eyes, because I couldn't get any treasure from you. It's not that I don't know how to persist, but that I haven't heard from you for too long. Are you ready? I really have to go this time.

I think I have a lot to say, but I have some things to think about. I can't say whether my heart is dead or whether I want to come down and compromise again and again, giving up everything for my children. Am I really worth it?

I hate cowardice in my bones and hypocrisy. When one day life is hopeless and surrounded by despair, I don't know if I will do anything beyond my reason. I dare not think. I can only wait for that day in my heart. I don't know. Maybe I was born with it.

Thirteen, the word "wandering love" is easy to borrow and difficult to sleep. Only cigarettes can accompany me, and I hope the lingering smoke can take away my deep thoughts. I like a sentence very much: write your name on the cigarette and breathe it into your lungs, so that you can keep the nearest distance from my heart, and you don't have to worry that you will lose contact with me for life.

14. Endless waiting will only make the distance between us farther, and saving face will make you miss more beautiful times.

Fifteen, I have a good life alone, and I don't need anyone's charity.

16. I once bowed my head and felt inferior for you. Later I learned that I was proud, laughing and crying like a wild rose. No one appreciates it but knows how to wither and blow against the cold wind.

17. When I turned around, I left quietly without looking back or explaining too much. It's just a simple back that breaks my heart silently.

Eighteen, no contact feelings will deteriorate, leave here as early as possible, and never talk to each other again.

Give me a tear, and I will see all the oceans in your heart.

Twenty, it turns out that love is the most vicious thing in the world. The sadness of death and injury, death, black and blue.

Twenty-one, don't communicate, don't pay attention, don't reflect, don't introspect, don't want to forget, don't want to recall, there is no greater sorrow than death.

22. The wind will always stop and the rain will stop at some time. The sun will still shine, but where is my broken heart? How can I pay for my broken heart?

Twenty-three, sometimes our choice is only to wait and leave without results.

24. I want to look down. Be gentle until you don't want to see it.

Twenty-five, those who follow the fate, naturally like running water, can not be forced to bloom. Fate is not waiting for everything to stand still, but doing our best. What you want to do and can do in this world, do your best to do what you want to do but can't. After all, there are too many people beyond human control. A word has deep and shallow edges, but it can be celebrated and scattered, so there is no need to mourn. People who know how to follow fate have the greatest freedom in life.

Twenty-six, borrow someone else's signature to tell your sorrow.

Twenty-seven, it is enough to love one person in this life. If there can't be He Huan's death, what are you afraid of? My heart is dead and I can't stop crying.

Twenty-eight, loved, hurt, heartbroken, tired, faint, dead, sad, tired, slowly swallowed up my cheerful, slowly I got used to sadness.

Twenty-nine, so many stories were finally deduced. Who is regretting and who is heartbroken? You left me, there is no turning back, and the beauty of the past can only be memories. In my heart, you never left.

Thirty years old, you may not know, when I am disappointed, my figure is also lonely.