Break one's heart and cry

Introduction: Melancholy is not a sentimental talent, but a road of no return in the infinite abyss of sadness. Here are some heartbreaking tears I selected for you. I hope you like them.

1, I finally left myself, reluctant to be picky, and finally disrespected myself. I wonder who gave me the whole world.

There are always so many things I can't say to people, and I like to pour out my joys and sorrows in words.

3, always deceive themselves, comfort themselves, and get used to pretending, whether it is mood or expression. Several times in the Spring and Autumn Period. There are only empty bags left. In the tearful smile expression, there is no pain, no resentment, just indifference, only release.

Until now, I still remember the beauty and chic of catkins, which permeated a stream surrounded by four seasons, making the wind and rain full of red leaves and elegant acacia. Is the burning Hong Kong River blocking your way home?

Sincerity brings hypocrisy, illusion, empty happiness and love without ending.

This is a season full of hope and destruction, suitable for memories and sadness. At present, everything begins to gather its exuberant desire and infinite desire for growth. Without the tenderness of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, it hides all the happiness and sadness, such as the peace of water.

7. Fate broke up. You rowed someone else's canoe and sailed to my confused horizon, while I stayed where I met and recalled the sweetness. Tears soaked my heart and moved me a little. It is the same day as you. There is a loss, which is my personal loneliness.

8. It turns out that I have always been a supporting role. Maybe he doesn't take me seriously at all. I'm sorry, I thought too much. I'm too sentimental.

9, some people, forget it; I made it clear that my expression was painful and itchy, but I struggled desperately.

10, one day, I will forget you. I know that one day, I will not expect or feel lost. I know that one day, I will forget the time, forget the pain, put aside the old shackles and welcome a new life. However, there is sunshine in the future, but there is no intersection. I don't know how to find it. I have to explore it myself.

1 1. Some destinies are doomed to be lost, and some destinies are doomed to have no good results. Are we like this?

12, standing on the top of the world with a lost attitude, feeling this sad state, but not feeling this sadness. On the contrary, this kind of injury can blossom, whether it is warm, dull, romantic, fragrant, shallow or rich, far and near, rich and light, giving people different spiritual feelings.

13, when a person looks back on the past, or stands still, when the seasons change, the mood will inevitably be sad with the scene. No matter the helplessness in real life or the aimless sadness, it is no longer the theme song of this era. I only listen to it this season.

Feel the music, revel in the silent time, so I feel involuntary pain and nostalgia.

14, perhaps, with the passage of time, there is someone in your heart, not me, but there is still someone in my heart, still you. Maybe one day, the heavy rain will not only wet my eyes, my heart, my years and everything I have left.

You, will you still feel like a stone?

15, learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the best memories; Learn to give up, you can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable. In fact, health

You don't need this meaningless persistence to live. You really can't give up without anything.

16, son, I gave you the exclusive name. Even if we are not together, I will still think of you when I hear this word.

17, it is raining. I like it so much that no one knows I'm standing in the rain crying.

18, used to being uncomfortable, used to thinking about you, used to waiting for you, but never used to not seeing you.

19, May dusk, the mountains and rivers are cold. It's raining, and the lonely phoenix tree gently twists the rain to break the time, and the broken leaves can't jump the strong wind any more. Seven years in a blink of an eye, time flies, the past still exists. Never forget, no matter how long, that's it.

When you go away, you are not so sharp and sensitive. Seven years of splashing ink, endless dreams.

20. Standing in the wind and rain for countless times, letting the wind blow away those endless heartache, the rain man washed away those thousand-year-old pains until he was numb, his heart was slightly blue, and his eyes were faintly crystal clear, so he smiled and said. The beauty in the storm is unforgettable. Years of injury, memories.

Always feel forever.

2 1, I just want to know if anyone has thought about me, my feelings, and who will comfort me when I feel uncomfortable.

I thought that when I miss you, I will cry again. But in the end, my eyes were blurred by tears.

23. I think I still have a faint sadness, but sometimes I am so eager to express this sadness, so that my favorite person can pity me and let him know that I am not doing well at the moment. Maybe I just want a simple hug, or

This is an encouraging smile. In short, I don't think I really want it, but this simple requirement in my opinion has become my urgent desire. It really won't come true, so it makes me sad more than sad.

24, I think I still can't control my thoughts, just like this bleak late autumn, let me unconsciously sigh the sadness of life, or a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness?

25. I once owned you. Every time I walk on the road we walked together, my tears unconsciously flow down.

26. I don't like you talking to me like that. I'd rather you treat me like a sister than call me by such an ambiguous name.

27, looking at the clouds, looking at the lonely geese, looking at your direction. But it's just a handful of loess and a few wisps of smoke. Memories lurking in my heart sometimes make waves in my heart.

28, sigh only sigh, the fate of dust has always been like water, when the fate comes, it is all deep in the ocean. How can it be cold when it is first seen? Wan Fan hand in hand, bustling and cold. How to complain about the night rain bell? Being touched by light ink and being touched by fine strokes are all troubles.

Sorrow is mourning, but it was originally only in this life. Weak water 3 thousand, who is destined to be your gourd ladle?

29. Who is gently twisting the faint sadness, and it becomes a curtain of sad loneliness, trembling slightly in the sky? Is it a person from the past or a wrinkle with memory? Who makes me haggard, flashing tears reveal the sadness of ignorance, which is the end of the prosperity of youth, but also

Is it lonely and fragmented?

30. Who awakened my sadness? Who is burdened with loneliness, so that my original light dance steps reflect unavoidable pain? I don't know, all I know is that I'm too paranoid. Looking back silently, the wind and rain are about to get drunk, but the idea of reproduction is always pestering the painful and invasive heart.

Engraved on overlapping skin, black and blue, crying alone, speechless. A few years have passed, and new hidden dreams have been opened. Whose song are you listening to alone in the Blue Boat? Alas, the faint sigh is very helpless, only that it was unusual at that time.

3 1, time makes my life more dull, without passion, joy and excitement.

32. Time is long, and many things are scattered. The story is over, don't forget. I have been sad for a long time and I am used to it. When I was cold, I forgot the warmth. Everything seems destined to hold up an umbrella in rainy days, but I don't want to take it when the rain stops.

Take it back.

33. Time is like a needle, which stings your heart. The beauty of life has been exhausted. How can I hold up the blue sky with my thin palm and soar like a rainbow in such a meaningless time walk? How can a pale heart afford the future?

34. The incense-burning river bank is doomed to be unable to accommodate me and a tired light and shadow, because the waning moon always comes to the world quietly in my dreams. Who is waiting for the afterimage of butterfly feathers by the river, elegant butterfly? Remember the day you left, I was lost in your charming wings, so occasionally,

The bird tore at the wound of the flower. Why can't the wind blow away the sadness I miss in my dream?

35. Today, there is only one shadow. Leaving me alone on this side of the world, the moving memories of the fleeting time have warmed my shoulders, and the moment of holding hands keeps emerging in front of me. With the fragments of memory, I seem to have returned to that year. You said, I will be with you in this life, next life and next month.

Under the light, you and I embraced happily, and the moon in the sky intoxicated our feelings. Everything is like a dream. When you wake up, you are on the other side.

36. The moss is not white, the love thread is not broken, the dust has gone, and the lonely soul groans in the ethereal world, with a half-life desolation. Only loneliness is loud, but it never sings. Withered life has come here, but it can never be called back. Listen to the sound of flowers turning yellow.

Our flower shadow, showing the past smile, falling flowers, remember the people who have walked once in this life.

37. In fact, I am also eager to have a good mood, so that I can walk lightly and forget the bright smile of the rings, but life can't be static. Hope and disappointment are always intertwined. Occasionally, I also want to find some new breakthroughs.

Yes, but I can't find my new self.

38. Darkness may be because I am waiting for the short beauty of the meteor, but what am I waiting for? what is love ? Really confused, really confused! Hurt, hurt, tired, far-fetched heart still hopes that distant happiness, but this time, I completely lost it.

Bottom!

39. In July, willows grow more luxuriantly. Rich green covers the sky outside the window, and all the happy or sad memories seem to be buried in the depths of the memory. This terrible green blocked the clear sky, leaving only people waiting alone.

Me?

40. Your dribs and drabs make my heart beat; And my cry, my smile, my every move are indifferent for you to ignore.

4 1, knowing that I was the last one to get hurt, I chose to trust you as always.

42. Because I am attached to you, I am doomed to miss you. Since we love each other, we will never give up and grow old together. It's good to have you in the world of mortals, but I hope to be happy forever. Secular, annoying, hurting each other's hearts. Love is still there, love is still there, and secular views sting you.

My heart, the secular is doomed to have no chance with you and me.

43. Tears are salty, and there are loneliness at night, the desolation of wandering souls in dreams, the pain of losing English in autumn, and the ice and snow freeze the initial happiness.

44. After years of waiting, pieces of flowers and souls were left behind. Once a bird wakes up, it lingers for thousands of years, but it is buried in a hundred feet of loess. Who knows that flowers are everywhere, full of thoughts. There are yesterday's hopes and today's waiting.

45. Memory stirs the soul with poetic strings, dragging the tired body and mind for a long time, and the long years drift by with a lost sense of vicissitudes.

46. Looking back on the past, the wind blew away the world of mortals, and there were several storms in life.

47. The world of mortals is over, but love is short. Don't cry for me, don't be intoxicated with me, and don't be sad for my heart. I will grow old while waiting for you. When I can't go anywhere, I will tell you that life is warm with you, no matter how cold it is.

48. I remember all my happiness, and my memory is still spinning. How did love stop?

49. Time accumulates inch by inch, but in the end there is only a piece of ashes. Years are unbearable, and it is difficult to leave people. Scattered years, how to rotate a lifetime. After seven years' detention, it is near and far away, so I choose to pick it up at this moment.

50. I don't think you are strong for me. I think you are lying to me. I listened to Chopin quietly and used Vienna to express my grief.

5 1, stroking the fatigue after vicissitudes of life, touching the stranding of the passing years, I picked up the broken memories, but I can't find those lost silhouettes, the brilliance flowing between my eyebrows and eyes, and the loneliness between my hands. I tapped on the door of the years, but I couldn't find those scattered voices. What about me?

Whispering that time flies, I can't resist the mottled oblique shadows in the corner rushing by.

I can't bear to give up on you. what can I do? If you can't get it, do you want to continue?

53. You pushed me out again and again. You have no idea how I feel and how sad I am.

54. Russia is a child. Please don't ask me how strong I am.

55, for what, be dead set, idols, nothing more than this, once addicted idols have disappeared one by one.

56. It is said that when you look up at the sky when you cry, your tears will flow back by yourself. Why do I still shed tears when I see them?

57. When the last rose in summer, open the lonely glass in the empty room! I know it will wither eventually, just like our stupid love will never come back!

58. I don't want to talk at the moment, just want to cry. Looking at those words, recalling those fragments of memory, at this time; I seem to hear my heart breaking.

59. It's still raining outside the window, but it doesn't seem so free and easy, so happy and embarrassed. The evening breeze, with rain, lingered deeply in the paint-blind night sky, and my skirt flew, which seemed to blow up my injury again.

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