Choose to talk about the sadness of falling, and thank you for asking for it for a friend

Thank you for being kind to me.

But now I don’t want it.

Now that I have recovered, it is not as good as the pain you once caused me. .

After the prime of life, we can only become well-behaved.

Colored roses also have gray dreams.

No one knows, but I always cry in the rain.

You never notice that there is someone silently guarding you.

Her sadness is in her mouth, and my sadness is in her smile.

Give me a reason to love you; give me a deadline to love you forever.

I am both your friend and your angel. The only regret is that I am not in your heart.

As long as I know, I like you!

In your eyes, I will never see my shadow.

Only those who have experienced youth understand how stupid it is to grow old.

Cry. You have to cry until you smile to be happy; it hurts. It takes pain until numbness to understand.

No. Don't lie to yourself, I don't love you.

It’s hard to miss you, it’s hard to fall in love with you, and it’s even harder to let you know my feelings. . .

Give you a chance to die, the purpose is to get you out.

I was so afraid that in the end, I would look at the past bits and pieces as if I were watching a joke, and then laugh until I shed tears.

Thank you for your appearance, thank you for your comfort, thank you for your concern, thank you for your gift, thank you for your blessing. If it weren't for you, how would I know that some people are just passing by.

How beautiful your backs are, how small I am behind you.

There is something that has no reason, no end, no comparison, no forcing. This is not what you call love, but my world.

How good it is in the TV series, but how little of a fairy tale Cinderella is in reality.

I love you more than you love me, so I am more sad, but after all, you don’t love me.

I once liked you, and I still like you, but the difference between one word and one word has already been riddled with holes.

Sometimes, restraining something is to make it more unforgettable.

An ordinary woman wakes up again and again and becomes confused again and again. Goodbye is just a gesture.

But a little bit is lost, but the wounds are spreading infinitely.