Talk about it in despair

1, you are not drunk and your heart is broken. Cold nights are isolated from the world and not tired. The world of mortals walks alone, no regrets! Laugh at the beauty dancing in the sky and get drunk. Sigh a mountain stream, for whom? Burning lamps and incense, chanting Buddha every night, just seeking not to break your heart, but forgetting your worries, crossing the river slowly, just seeking not to be tired, smiling and hiding your tears, seductive! Tears break red makeup, hide your face without regrets, and your heart is broken! Grind a pen, carve a jade card, soak Xiao Qiang in tea with haggard tears, kneel before the Buddha, chant Buddhist scriptures and pray for a lifetime! Samsara ... you're not drunk, but your heart is broken. You are a little drunk, but you are tired. ...

2, it's late at night, people can't sleep, the past is three cups drunk, a few bleak, red window candles. Tao is: falling, falling, falling, falling into the world of mortals, wind, sand and tears. The west wind is cool. How can it be cold when you hibernate? How many cold moss, people snuggle, the Tao is: how to meet, how to meet? Empty talk, taste alone. I don't forget the past, I don't forget romance, and I haven't slept for a month after a night and a half of romance.

It's getting dark and the night is deep, but people can't sleep. Tired people have fallen asleep with the world, but some people are worried about the moon. Slide your hand over the drawing paper, describe it carefully, and paint yourself quietly. The night is lonely, and no one is with me. Tired, look at the distance and travel with your own desire. In the future, one mountain and one water will be covered. The sea in the north didn't sleep and the flowers in the south didn't bloom.

4. The night is deep and people are awake. Who is the so-called Iraqi next to you? See you in your dream, wake up and leave. Dreams have come true. The spring breeze is gradual, but the heart is cold. Green is near, but the flowers are not in bloom. It's hard to see a butterfly make a good wish!

5, through yesterday, the day before yesterday, was an arrogant teenager. Looking back on yesterday, I was a timid corpse. Then tomorrow, distant tomorrow, I hope it's not a walk without any improvement ... it's late at night, and the people in the dream haven't woken up yet. The night is deep, and the dreamer is still awake. Time flies, I fly, tomorrow, where?

7. The night was deep, it was cold, and the flowers fell asleep. People who want to sleep and are restless meditate. Also sad, also sad, have income. I woke up when I fell asleep. The dream is too false, but the reality is true. Fight for freedom.

8. Night, sleepless night: She seems to make people sleepless all night; Just like a breeze blowing across the pillow ... so fragrant, so quiet, so dignified. I keep silent, my inner emptiness and depth are rippling … I can't be calm for a long time!

9. There are songs everywhere in the bustling city. Who is the upset teenager? Feel the tears as appropriate. The past is heartbreaking and fleeting. Time. The rope fell off. The speaker, a few words, looks back for an instant, a broken elegance. A stranger left a song and a blank sheet of paper, and several people came back. Looking out of the window from the side, it's a little calm and light. The night is as cool as water, and the heart is as indifferent. Listen and watch, dance with swords on the moon, drink and sleep. Huangsha danced in the sunset glow, stopped, sang, rode side by side, and indulged in double shadows. In the middle of the night, I was in tears and didn't wake up after a few words. As time goes by, I silently express my sadness. Lonely shadow cold wind. At sunset. There is no end, the road is a desert, a single silhouette, and there is no departure. I once said, I laughed and held hands, but past lives was wet but her tears cleared. The scenery remains the same. People are still here. But it's not true. The origin of floating life, I don't know who said that. Love has been planted, but it is said that it is difficult for some people to leave. A few people don't understand anything, and everything is wrong in an instant. Why talk about elegance, but see desolation I have seen peach blossoms, but I have touched peach branches.

10, the night is deep, there are no bright lights, but there are still moonlight and stars, feeling the night breeze, much like you. The night is already deep, and there is no noisy figure, but there is still a girl standing under the tree, trusting her hand and casting a sadness. The night is deep, but I haven't slept yet. Everyone's gone. I'm in love.