The sad mood of the years, say.

1. When a man is young, he has no money or brain to pursue the person he loves, so he regrets it and pursues it alone. When a man grows up to have enough money and brains to pursue a woman, he finds that he really can't find the person he likes, and he desperately wants to fail.

Second, a woman who can only read is a dictionary. No matter how good things are, people will only see them when they need them. A woman who can only dress up is just a vase, and she will look like that for a long time. Dressing up beautifully is a necessary condition to be a good woman, not a necessary condition. You need to read more books. In this way, you will find life better.

Third, cheating is not the patent of bad people, but good people have it, so when you meet such a man, don't kill him with a stick, you can try to give him a chance. If you can change, you can still be together. Decades of relationships are not easy. Sometimes you don't have to take men's occasional infidelity too seriously.

Butterflies can't fly alone, and dolphins can cry.

5. Love is hard to find. In the pursuit of love, love itself has deteriorated. The highest state of pursuing love is not to pursue, let nature take its course, and success or failure is determined by nature.

6. Don't fall in love because of loneliness. Time is the devil. If you are an affectionate person, you will have feelings even if you don't love each other. What will you do in the end?

Seven, men become bad when they have money, yes, many men do, but men who have money become bad, even if they have no money, are not much better.

Do you love him? Love tells him why he should hide the pain of missing in his heart. Afraid of appearance, status and identity mismatch? Don't be afraid, it is beautiful to love someone.

Nine, most people who first love don't understand love, so first love fails. Less successful. Get married with an unmarried person, because everyone likes the original one.

10. If she (he) loves you and you love her (him) too, then you must never cheat her, even if it is well-intentioned, because she (he) is your favorite person after all.

1 1. Beautiful people are not so hard to meet. It's hard to meet beautiful people who love us deeply. Because of the deep love, we can enjoy this experience, and then understand their beauty, their beauty unknown to outsiders. Kevin Tsai

I like the color of the sky, the smell of the wind, the depth of the sea and your voice.

Thirteen, what is charm? Charm does not lie in beauty. Beautiful women may not attract me, but I like dignified and elegant women. So you don't have to worry about not being beautiful enough.

14. Loving you is like a kind of faith, so pious that you are bruised all over.

Fifteen, who is waiting silently, who has never gone far, who can always be by your side.

Sixteen, I wait with my life, waiting for the realization of the fairy tale of two people. If you know me, please cherish this beautiful fate.

17. A person with a rich heart is not afraid of loneliness or crowds, because when they are alone, they can open their inner world and keep a quiet silence in the crowd.

If I start saying good morning and good night to you every day, you will become the person I love deeply.

Nineteen, men do not spend time, women do not spend time. Men are easy to sleep with strangers, and women are not easy to lose their virginity. This is how men and women view lovelessness.

Twenty, years take away memories, but memories will become clearer and clearer.

Twenty-one, you can only toss people who care about you. For those who don't care about you and forget you, everything you do will have no effect.

On the edge of love and affection, I choose to wait silently for someone who needs me.

My love for you is like the bright sunshine shining on the earth.

Twenty-five, the long road has laughter and sorrow, life has sweetness and bitterness, laughter has tears, when I look at the moon.

Twenty-six, your eyes are like stars, supporting the night to illuminate my life.

27. Men can't give women everything, but women always think that men can bring them a planet. Women turn men into rockets, whistling and flying to another planet, the arms of another beautiful woman. It turns out that women will still call men bin Laden, so that the global detection system can't find his trace.

Love is like chewing gum. After a long time, it will be boring. If you feel dull, you want to give up. No matter where you put it, it will leave an indelible mark.

Twenty-nine, now together, maybe together, not together, remember my words: missed, may never come again.

I heard that the meaning of traveling is to escape. It was not a city that escaped, but a memory.

Words from friends: A person's greatest sorrow is that he has to bear the pressure from all the people he can't bear. The biggest sorrow of a woman is to hang herself on a man, which has become the last hurdle for a man.

If you love her (him), tell her (him) and don't let her (him) miss it, because you may have given up this opportunity, so it may never come again.

QQ sad mood, talk about sentences.

1. No matter how many years have passed, the hardest thing in life is to face parting.

2. The person who chases the shadow is the shadow. Homer

I am the last passer-by on your road, the last spring, the last snow and the last battle for survival. Paul Eluard

4. I am not the first person to hold your hand; Not the first person you hug; Not the first person you kissed; Not your first person. But I hope I can be the first person you want to talk to when you encounter pain; Is the first person you want to share happiness with; Is the first person you want to rely on when you encounter setbacks; Is the first person you can be with after this life.

Most importantly, we should be kind and honest and never forget each other in the future. -Dostoevsky

6. The most terrible thing: You tell your best friend the truth, but she tells others as jokes.

7. Appearance determines whether it is possible to be together, personality determines whether it is suitable to be together, material determines whether it can be stable together, and trust determines that it cannot be together for a long time.

8. Some people quarrel with you every day, but love you as soon as they wake up. Some people, without even quarreling, disappear into the sea of people. Indifference is more terrible than quarreling.

9. If you have no deep hatred with yourself, I suggest you stay away from the person who makes you sad, then stay away from those things that make you miserable, and then be nice to yourself.

10. Some people believe in true love, but the more they love, the more painful it is. Give up, don't want to give up, and you can't stand it if you go on. This is why you are entangled and sad. In fact, it is not true love that is destined to be together. The key to a good life is to love others. Choice is the most important part of love. All the pain is because you made the wrong choice. Being happy every day proves that you made the right choice.

1 1. What is the stupidest behavior in love? I think the answer is: wait for someone.

12. For you, Qian Qian. -Khalid Housainy.

13. We are all past the age when our friends talk nonsense. A person who says I love you but doesn't do anything, just like a person who never waters flowers, says he loves flowers. Love is a verb, and action is the best explanation for love. So, either give me love, give me money, or leave here.

14. When we were young, we loved each other without knowing it. Yeats

15. The biggest torture in the world is to love and despise. Maugham

16. Forgetting a person only needs two things, time and new love. You choose the time, he chooses the new love.

17. As long as you are lucky twice in life, once you meet and once you go to the end.

18. As long as you don't live in your heart, you will die somewhere else.

19. I wish you meet that person and make you want no one else at all. Worst case, I hope you meet someone. You come back and find that he is the best, and he is still waiting for you.

20. In love, the same person can't give you the same pain. When he repeatedly hurts you, the wound is used to it and he feels numb. No matter how many times you hurt him, it is far less painful than the first time. It is not painful to give up someone who loves you very much, but painful to give up someone who loves you very much. Maybe we can love two people at the same time and be loved by two people. Unfortunately, we can only stay with one of them until we die.

2 1. You must never talk about anything with anyone. I miss everyone when I talk about it. -Salinger

22. I put a book by my bed and want to read it again when I have time. I haven't seen it for a year. I wanted to do something, but it was delayed for a month and I haven't done it yet. Everything will be put off until the deadline, until I can't stand it anymore, and then until I finish it in a hurry with extremely low quality, I will sigh that life is so tired. Do it as soon as you think of it, leaving no room for buffering, and you will find that life is actually quite simple.

23. If you are bright, the world will not be dark. If you have hope, the world will not be completely desperate. What can the world do to you if you don't give in?

The greatest glory in life lies not in never falling, but in always getting up after falling. I appreciate this flexible state of life, experience storms happily and face life with a smile.

Time and tide wait for no man, and I never spare time. Mu Xin

26. Only if you don't care that others will leave, others will be reluctant to leave. The more you don't care, the more stable the relationship is. So you will find that those who make the prodigal son accept the heart are the most free and easy women.

27. I just want you to know one thing. If I had to live again, I would still be eager to see you. -Zhang Xiaoxian "It's too late to receive your letter"

A beautiful and sad mood, say a sentence.

It suddenly dawned on me that youth was taken away. No matter how hard you insist that you have a heart that won't get old, those days are over. If I can choose, maybe when I grow up, I will give up the so-called mature and stable life in exchange for a day full of chaos and extreme emotions. At that time, I could laugh so hard, cry so sad, argue so happily and feel so bad.

As long as you pass by my life casually, you will crush the palace wall I built with my life. I endured tears, silently picked up pieces of peeling love relics hidden deep in my heart, trying to piece together a brand-new self, a brand-new I love you, but I cut my hand and my heart. From then on, I sorted out a sadness that I couldn't cry. I tried my best to tell myself that happiness has not forgotten me, but will come later. In this way, I will be more willing to face that sadness.

Sitting quietly in the car by the window, leaning my head against the window, looking at your happy but reluctant smile, looking at your lonely but still warm back, my eyes were fixed on the moment you left, and my heart could never be taken back. The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, but you are the only one in my eyes Your smile accompanies me on journey after journey, and my heart accompanies you season after season.

I am not afraid of how deep the world of mortals is, but I am afraid that fate will hinder me and I will never see it again. Flowers bloom like the soul of spring, and spring is coming. But I can't. I'm afraid that the two-year wait will be empty. I just hope that time will stop. Fearless of loneliness, I can still stay in an empty emotional castle, counting the gray hairs in my memory and counting the years that have passed. First parting, love to melt blood, pulse flow missing.

Silk and satin, emerald Yu Pei, gold fork and purple ring, flowers under the moon, once a beacon of smoke, hope went out, just like the light of a candle, once a weak force, everything was sparse. I will do my best for you, only if you are willing to accompany me to the ends of the earth. You say you are a nobody, but you have covered the whole world for me. You just have to follow me to the end!

If a butterfly has a sound, it should be envy. Soft water and affection should be jealousy. If Liu feels it, he should give in. Purples are intentional and should be ashamed. Don't look at the beautiful butterfly, the soft water, the slender wicker and the colorful eyes. You just need to bend over to break me, but I have to live a drunken life and hang beautiful images to touch you.

Who's listening, rather picky beauty? Missing, like fallen leaves in autumn, falls to the ground and hurts. Everything is like sand between our fingers. Don't try to catch it. All actions can only accelerate its loss, just like sand between our fingers. The sand finally left, leaving our hands alone in the air; All the hands are gone. It is not the hand that flashes, nor the hand that remains, but the sand between the fingers.

Thousands of feet's drinking makes him lovesick in the quiet night, so it's hard to wave a ray of affection. Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread. I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship.

Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood. Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently evoking countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, released with the night, but left shallow tears on the face.

Where can I order duckweed? Shallow, long wave fluttering dream, heavy and conscious. Look at it on the clear stream, swimming coldly and dripping silently. Luan mirror jade bird beside the red wine, dying, gradually forget mr.zhou's fingers, I don't know how to think. Where Mo Wen falls, it hurts to fall and it's cool to stay.

Marriage is wrong, beauty is wrong. Relying on heaven and crossing the earth, only walking without remembering each other. The piano is silent and the flute is cold. The spirit is seamless, this life has retired, and the afterlife has been promised. The lights slowly dimmed in the long night. Still disappointed, no chance; I regret and hate, and I have no fate.

Shengshi, how can there be a glass of wine? Let bygones be bygones. If you don't laugh, don't get drunk once. Memories are boundless and poppies smell sweet. Snow enters the window, and there is no moon and no sorrow tonight. Who picked up the snowflake, who was crazy about that moment? Who will drink a pot of moonlight? Who drinks three feet of melancholy tears to melt snow, is just like the fleeting time when one loses one's youth, drinks a glass and drinks snow alone, and sighs that the Iraqis have passed away and the rest of his life is boundless.

Whose tears fall from the memory, whose sadness splashes from the past. Like the smoke of the past, I don't know who fell in love with whom; Memories are like dreams, I don't know who is waiting. Still persistent, don't ask the geometry of pain. Flowers bloom for a lifetime, flashy for half a life, and how many people repeat the flow of time. If you change your style, if I turn into rain, I will drop two tears as thin as cicadas.

Stay in front of the window, blow a breeze, continue a cup of tea, invite a bright moon, stay away from the noise of the city, and quietly enjoy your own peace. I like to let my thoughts fly in the quiet night, just like listening to a favorite song in the hut after work every day, and singing in the quiet ink fragrance in the morning or afternoon. It seems that only in this way can I find the destination of my soul.

The full calendar is thin, and the years pass like water, slipping away from your fingers, thinking about you, but you can't count your return date. Love takes root, time flies and grows into a scenic forest. I love you and look forward to you, but I can't see your trace. I miss you like a spring vine, and the years are like songs. I sing one song after another, complaining that you are waiting for you, but you can't sing back. Love poems gush, time flies, piled on the desk, writing about you, drawing you, but not drawing your voice, face and smile.

I finally understand that some roads can only be taken by one person. People who invite their peers will spend the rainy season with them, but one day they will be separated at a ferry. On the world of mortals, walking alone, the green radish brushed the skirt, and Qingyun wet the promise.

I don't often lie, but I'm never honest. That night, I was able to sit alone for half an hour and really cried. Nothing makes me sad, including my life now. I was just thinking about cleaning. I don't cry sadly, and I don't need to cry to impress myself and others. I'm just crying. I've been crying. I feel a little stronger and vaguely close to something clean.

The left bank is lonely, full of lonely sadness, and the burning and joyful face that blooms in an instant fades into the last touch. It is clearly that the arc of the annual rings is sad on the right bank, tangled with painful lingering. Looking back and smiling, it feels like fallen leaves, but it is hard to send you away from the other side of the world, but it is heartbreaking, affectionate and continuous, and a desolation of ink is vivid.

Time flies and the past is like smoke. At that time, the old dreams left by youth disturbed the world of mortals and misty rain, put down a little red leaves to paint clear autumn, sang the annual rings of years and dreams, interpreted joys and sorrows in the stories of old age, destroyed many memories and cooled the passage of time.

When you are drunk, you know that the wine is strong, and when you wake up, you know that the dream is empty. Those youths who have fallen in the fleeting time can't help but remember the sadness. In the middle of the night, they are crushed and filled with faint worries, trying to pick up the past that has been fermented for a long time and live forever, but also trying to cover up the loneliness of the night and turn it into the melancholy of the moonlight. Turn gloomy thoughts into songs, sing the clouds of the past, linger into thin sadness, wander on the ferry in the fleeting time, and float with endless silence.

Time flies, hazy, so I have gone through the spring and autumn in my memory and come to the pale season. Perhaps, this autumn is a little lonely and cold, so cold that my world is blank, so cold that only loneliness accompanies me.

Always complete the parting and giving up that you don't want to perform in real life in a long dream. Is this dream too cold and cruel? Look at how dangerous and difficult the world is. Such as changeable weather. There is no map. We were disappointed all the way, ignited hope all the way, and searched for answers all the way. How happy the past imagination is, how long the present regret is.

Dancing in the cold in winter, watching people come and go in the open world, standing in the distance of the ends of the earth, the cold is biting, and it is windy and rainy occasionally. The geese in the distant sky go away without singing, and the temperature of life measures the distance between life and death. I walked all the way, and it was cold. The black and white film of life, I don't want to be so gray, but also lonely and silent. A person curled up, curled up in the dark.

One person after another comes into our life, walking side by side, drifting away, and then, it is rejection and forgetting. When we knew this, we began to grow up, learned to hide our troubles in beer and silence, but tossed and turned in memories until one day we found that all this was fate and could not be changed.

Looking at the road I have traveled, I always feel that this road is full of my own injuries. How can we always care about injury and forget happiness? Your own efforts will be considered worthless by others. I think this world will always be like this, and I will never see my desire again.

Some emotions love tea, close to the gorgeous flowers on the other side, but lack a perfect ending! Perhaps, emotion is sometimes just a process, just like the process of a flower opening. Qiu Si fiddled with the whispers of autumn, and the petals scattered there lost their original light! Gently pick up those withered flowers, dry them in sunny days, then make them into beautiful bookmarks and put them in the book beside the bed, and slowly mellow them into a nostalgic ballad!

A piece of paper, whose land has a promise? Don't forget, how many long-cherished wishes are unforgettable. When I inadvertently began to feel the buried voice from the world and the lingering melody, I listened to my open heart. It is often said that keeping people in your heart is a concern, but if you keep it in your heart for a long time, will you still have the original persistence? If you want to see it, you can't see it. You meet it and miss it again. Thoughts are entangled, vying for the morning light.

The older you get, the weaker your heart becomes. People who have agreed to live and die with * * * will not contact in the end. Time is a thief, always stealing a lot inadvertently, beautiful face, true feelings, happy life. Maybe we can't turn a blind eye, but we don't have to fight each other. After all, everyone has a good time over the full moon. Be sure to be prepared to be robbed one day!

Qiu Si, the moon is white, the moon shines in the sky, mottled with countless loves. Writing night, my king, you are my only story. When I dream back at midnight, the petals of the years gently touch the heartstrings and cluster around the black and white squares, condensing the thoughts of autumn and covering every wrinkle of time. Deep in the heart palace, what remains unchanged is that it is fragrant and soft, as light as purple smoke, as bright as sunrise and as deep as water.

Silently in my heart, scattered in the clear autumn without the protagonist. There is no gap in emotional release, which makes the forehead of the years old. I couldn't think of a kind of loneliness, so I raised my sorry eyes in the falling autumn colors. And you disappear at the intersection of the ferry, who can stick to it in deep love? Instead of waiting in the silent ending, it is better to open your eyes in the voice of blessing, and letting go is also a kind of happiness.

It was not an encounter, why there is always a thread holding the heart; It's not a dream, why does your gentle whisper always ring inadvertently? There is a saying that I have never said, not because it is heavy, but because I am afraid it will surge; For a while, I never forgot it, not because I was reluctant to part with it, but because it was engraved too deeply; There is a name that I only call in my heart, not afraid of being heard, but afraid of being blown away by the wind.

In that season of this year, I have missed the wait. In the shadow of falling cherry blossoms, I recall her beauty with my memory. If you look back a thousand years, I would like to be a flower tree beside you, blooming and falling year after year, just to look back at you. Those long and short sentences drag time away a little bit and copy it in distant days, but I don't know where people are.

In winter, nature is lonely. The willow by the lake is lonely, and all the willow leaves have left it. The garden by the wall is lonely, and all the petals are gone. The rolling mountains are lonely, and all the green leaves turn yellow. The grassland in the north is lonely, and all the geese fly far away. However, everything in nature can tolerate loneliness calmly. If you are lonely, wait for spring like a dead vine in the corner.

Standing on the horizon of the nearest stranger, the tangled heart begins to melt slowly, the moonlight is rough and gentle, and the sadness is exhausted. The dreamy starry sky is filled with the loneliness of the years. Starting from the fine lines in the corner of the eye, the dull eyes become dim with the stars all over the sky and walk along the smooth lines of the palm of your hand.

Who is playing Chopin for your whole life? I record your dribs and drabs with boring words. Who made a lifetime commitment for you, and who did you give a lifetime commitment to? I miss the days when we walked together, but you are on the other side of the city, but I don't have the courage to find you. I just miss your dribs and drabs and think of your dreams. Now it takes me more than a year to forget, but I can't. I can only bury you in my memory. Time flies, you are that provocative ballad.

Warm cities wander the streets, looking for familiar figures. I once thought that we might meet somewhere in a certain month and day, without holding hands, hugging or warmth. Only a simple greeting, long time no see, faint palpitations and faint sadness, full of thoughts in my heart, infinite spread.

I can't bear the fleeting time, but I'm crossing the street. Where are you? I've been waiting all my life, and I can't change it. I bid farewell to you with a moment's gaze. May happiness always accompany you. Separation will only melt friendship, and reunion will be a little happy and sad when I miss you in that brighter tomorrow. The departure of leaves is not the call of the wind, but the abandonment of trees.

The butterfly dance flies over the lonely heart and stays in the beautiful flowers. In this case, things may always spin like that. It's not my house. It hurts. At this moment, I wrote down the poems of that year. The poems are like rainbows, and the lines are full of fantasy. I want too much, but memories are always just memories, and eventually people will come to an end.

The light rain is exhausted and revived, and the misty rain is still. Silence is just for the beginning of a lively prelude, passing by the gorgeous curtain in the sky. Just at this time, the wanton noise broke the silence, the rain was filled with smoke, exhausted the strength and thoughts of the night, fluttering and drunk all night.

If the reincarnation of cause and effect is true, if the saying that fate is predestined is true, then I only have one request, please let me exhaust my eternal love with you once and for all. This life, this life, I will entangle with you to the end! Then in the next life, next life, let's not meet again. Well, let's go and find our own happiness. Let's toss each other for the rest of our lives.

I used to be lonely, eating and sleeping alone, watching movies and listening to music alone were all common things for me. Although it is inevitable to envy people passing by hand in the street, I never feel lonely! Since I met you, you broke into my life, disturbed my thoughts and affected my mood, only to find that a person's loneliness is not lonely, and missing someone who has left is the real loneliness.

Listening to the wind, gently blowing, gently soothing the soul, and the unfinished story, I think everyone's life has some beautiful pictures close at hand, a look, a bent arm, a raised head and a low eyebrow. Those little moves, those expectations of a turn of eyebrows, are so profound. Wind, why is it so gentle? Let my heart miss those things, those feelings, that person.

Tonight, you can see me leaning against the window, listening to the wind in my heart. Sing three songs at a time and the strings will be clear. Just like a tear in an old dream a lifetime ago, it began to throb and ripple. I want to ask, the sound of flowers is also closely related to missing, and it is still a happy turn.

I sit here and hide the last cicada in my heart. I can't catch up with the monsoon, just keep my piety to life with a gesture. I'm sitting here, just like sitting under a tree that forgot to bloom, waiting for the result. There is always a tadpole in love with me, stabbing into my memory of lush aquatic plants, waiting for my dream of roaming.

Say a word to express your sadness.

1. The air is as cold as sugar with ice, and the poor hermit bears it alone. Do you feel this cold? Do you feel the same as a hermit?

There is nothing wrong with missing you, and I am not lonely. I am trapped in the fence of loving you, and I can't escape. No matter what you say, I won't back down. Loving you is my eternal promise. Classic love words, tell him/her that you miss each other silently!

3. This is the day. It's just plain and suitable for yourself, and it belongs to others vigorously.

We don't need to make life complicated, because it is already complicated.

5. The rain washed away; What did the sun bring after the rain? No, none.

I wish I was just a child. Give a candy and I'll laugh. If I fall, I'll cry. I don't have to pretend or suppress my feelings.

7. Those things that can be found have never been lost; Those lost things may never really be owned.

8. Without a warm embrace, you can't always take work as an excuse when you are young. How can you take care of each other when you are old? In order to love the people around us, we should all do this.

9. If I disappear, do you think the whole world will look for me like crazy if I am not with the person I like? Your favorite songs are all stories about us, and I will cry when I listen to them. I really want to scold you a thousand times.

10. Everything in this world is only temporary, even if it is a bad day and a crying night.

1 1. Why do I always get hurt? Why not share it with my daughter? Let me feel sorry and pity alone.

12. Only Altman understands the sadness of the little monster.

13. At some point, you should realize that some people can stay in your heart, but they will not appear in your life.

14. At any time, whether life is difficult or simple depends entirely on how you adjust yourself and adapt to life.

15. Two men were shot alive, one for forgetting and the other for being together.

16. May you be so self-reliant that you don't need to be spoiled by others, but you are still lucky to be spoiled by others.

17. Find someone you understand to love. This is the feasible love. You don't understand, whether he is obscene or beautiful, you don't have to force yourself to become a different species. Lian Yue

18. If you don't get it and then lose it, how do you know what kind of heartbreak it is?

19. Only after suffering, do you know how to protect yourself; I didn't know what it was like to be heartbroken until I cried. Stupid. Only then do we know how to persist and give up at the right time; I didn't know I was actually very fragile until I loved him.

20. People who know you will love you in the way you need. People who don't understand you will love you in the way they need.

2 1. It rained on the campus today and the road slipped. Many female students fell, no one helped them, but a group of people were laughing.

22. Perhaps behind every prosperity, there are countless sorrows, just like the colorful years, but in retrospect, there are countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind those smiles, how many bitter tears are flying, and who hides who is bottomless in the chapter of memories.

23. When I was young, smiling was a kind of mood. When you grow up, a smile is an expression.

24. Parting is a wordless pain, and parting is a long-term injury; Parting is bitter, parting is a deep tear; Parting is affectionate helplessness, and parting is the pallor of old age; Parting is a sigh after passing by, leaving a fleeting scar …

25. Time can understand love, prove it and overthrow it.

26. We often ignore those who love us, but love those who ignore us.

27. When I shed tears, you shed tears. I don't think you are as lonely as me. When I smile, you are still crying. So you are lonelier than me.

28. I am alone in the silent night, tears rolling down my cheeks again and again, thinking of you in my heart.

29. It is not difficult to be happy, just like it is windy without rain outside the window, and no one understands the mood of the climate at this time.