2020 mood talk phrase: Maybe only time can give me an answer.

Being alone for a long time is quite happy except loneliness. A person for a long time, will gradually become mature. After a long time, you will love your parents more than before. Being alone for a long time, I have no expectations for most festivals. Being alone for a long time, it's sweet to hear and see others in pairs, but I still mind a little. After a long time, a person will become more and more rational and realistic.

The moonlight is like water, and the night is beautiful. I gradually fell in love with the tranquility of the night and indulged in the night. Maybe insomnia is also a kind of enjoyment. The dim light reflects the ultimate romance and feels the shallow tenderness. My thoughts ripple in the night, accompanied by a long melody, flowing quietly in the silent night?

Maybe it's too heavy, and I don't want people to see my ferocious scars; Maybe my tears hurt so much that I don't want to cry in front of people. I only know that in the dead of night, I hold the quilt and cry silently, but dare not cry loudly.

In this way, my heart drifted indifferently, never mentioning the colorful road of the world of mortals again. See how far and where this pool of clear water has sent me, sink me and bury me in the middle of the lake. What should I do? I have been to this world, and I have had the most beautiful moments. Really, I don't regret it

I don't know why I became such a nostalgic person. Even those dead fragments have become gentle care in all the days full of moonlight. Until the end, they all became a wisp of sad breath, gradually spreading in the chest, and they never let themselves give up this obsession.

Looking at the winter solstice, it seems like an old acquaintance, and it seems that it has never experienced it. How many years have passed, what kind of you and I should stay in the building of life? Will you, who are chasing dreams on a winter night, remember yesterday's secluded forest, the songs of youth and the vividness in the songs, just like me?

I never thought that one day, I would encounter sadness, let alone an accident; I never thought about it either. One day, I will encounter loneliness. I never thought that the person I love would still not love; This road of life, I walked too far-fetched, too passive, too helpless, so I think, always take the initiative. I want to experience those beautiful things seriously. Even if today is the end of the last year, there must always be a second for yourself.

How many sleepless nights, the bright moon is at the head, and the breeze stands quietly. When I think of you, wonderful emotions, like a faint fragrance, can't help but breed, linger and bloom quietly in my heart, and that tenderness melts every heartstring and every corner of my heart.

I always think that time is stagnant and everything is static. Looking back, I found that time has gone for a long time. Many memories of the past, many years of lush years have disappeared, leaving only the deformity and gentle sigh of that year.

Sometimes, I feel that the world is too big, so big that there is only one turning distance, which can make a person disappear in the vast sea of people. Farewell. Memory, however, is like a cup of aging, which lasts for a long time and warms people's hearts. Holding this cup of wine, I walked through spring and summer, turned around autumn and winter, and stood alone at the corner of time, expecting an unforgettable reunion.

Sitting in the brow of time, pushing open the window of the season, watching the sunshine spread the warmth bit by bit, and a fine halo fell gently, nourishing the softness in the deep heart. Light up the gauze of years, spread out the picture scroll of memory, pick a piece of clear clouds and clear wind, and make it clear in your heart that happiness or sadness will dissipate in the wind.

In my eyes, it is faint green, in my ears, it is the sound of running water. In my heart, it is the sense of security of the world, holding a ray of sunshine in my heart, watching the scenery of my own season, enjoying the truth of life, and staying alone quietly. No matter how many times you cross the river or how many flowers bloom, why persist? Planting chrysanthemums in the mountains does not require results, but planting a lotus flower in my heart is mixed with sadness and joy. I don't think about the past and wait for the happy scene after the lotus blooms in the red dust rain.

Heart, like dust in the wind, is scattered in any corner without you, just to find the news of your safety. I thought I would never forgive you, and this life would never stop. Later, the old saying that kept me awake at night, somehow, was finally put down. Want to hate, but never have that idea; I want to hate, but I have no strength anymore. I put it down and feel at ease.

A piccolo, for a while; A vagrant, a call; A silhouette, a fleeting time. Who caresses the piano and sings softly, twisting the years into green time; Who bathes in the wind, sings the flute and delivers youth to the bright night sky; Who is the night, who is the day, and who dances on whose road? I grit my teeth, because I am not afraid, I will always stare at the cold winter, waiting for the first snowflake in the distance!

A person's day, Wan Li clear sky, flowing clouds and breeze; When you are alone, a flower, a cup of tea and a pen; When you are alone, let the words occupy you; When you are alone, a song, a city and a mental journey. When I am alone, the days are so dull and intriguing; Perhaps it is at this moment that you realize that those unforgettable painful memories that you have tried so hard to forget and cover up are so silent.

That year, the future was so far away and shapeless that we were so simple and carefree. There is a set of truth and fate, and there is also a set of truth and fate; Karma will destroy the world, karma will destroy the world. No matter how far I have gone and how long it has passed, everything related to youth, love and dreams, like air, shuttles silently through my fingers and suddenly appears.

Obviously walking in a bustling and noisy city, I feel a lot of people, but I find myself unable to blend in with the crowd. At that time, I was really like a lonely ghost who didn't know I was dead, desperately trying to attract others' attention. I don't know that it was the most pitiful time, just like a clown, but he also sang a monologue there.

Of course I understand that what all things in the world fear most is willingness. I'm helpless. What a confused day. I like you so much, which is unreasonable, disorganized and hopeless. I'm just afraid you won't be happy. I'm just afraid that you will feel lonely in this strange city.

Inexplicable feelings, perhaps too arrogant, perhaps a little excessive, or confused and unfamiliar with your holy feelings, everything seems to be magical, awakening me from mysterious love. Gentle thinking, coupled with your tolerant mention, my concern for you is drifting away in your stubbornness and exaggeration.

You are the best memory waiting for you. Happiness without regret and injury, expectation will eventually come to nothing. Love in tears is only illusory in the end. Inexplicably sad, because you don't care. Aestheticism, only sadness. For you, there is only confusion.

I used to think that a stop would become a permanent memory; I used to think that an encounter would become a permanent acquaintance; I used to think that once I fell in love, I became a permanent partner. I thought that between you and me, it was eternal, never leaving, and never changing in this life. You laugh at everything about me. Because everything is mine. I used to think that everything was my wishful thinking.

As always, the night is rich and deep, intoxicated by the bustling and lonely lights outside the pavilion, and the moist breath in my eyes is also blurring this picture of things being transformed. It seems that I haven't been driven out like this for a long time, and the agreement of falling in love at that moment is fixed in my mind. At this moment, my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, ups and downs can't tell the taste.

No matter how far away, I can't stop thinking and caring about you. Lonely waiting is also a warm concern. It's an honor to meet you in the bustling floating world. I miss you through the distance of missing Qian Shan. I read your dreams and the changes of time.

I think that a real relationship may be like the vegetation in this autumn. What will happen between us? Will there be a future? Will we become strangers? I don't know. Standing in the autumn wind, I think maybe only time can give me an answer.

I couldn't stand her hot and cold at first. I can't accept what she should do, and I can't see through her concern, or what she cares about. There is no need to meet, leaving lightly always makes me feel a big loss and start to pay homage to innocent feelings.

It was snowing heavily outside, and I cried at the snow. These beautiful memories make my heart ache, and now I am in tears! The memory is too deep and strong, the feeling is too real and keen, everything is sad in my heart, and the desolate and helpless soul in my heart seems to have returned to the starting point of life.

After several worries, who will send the breeze and the bright moon? Once upon a time, I yearned for the sunshine and warmth of sunflowers as always, and went to the wonderful reincarnation of sunrise and sunset forever. After all, I can't resist the invasion of the lingering heart. The breeze is full of wine and lofty sentiments that no one tells, looking around at how many silent silences, listening to the lonely and delicate rhythm with plain notes, only turning around and embracing sadly.