Sad sentences about lovelorn smoking

1, sometimes a cigarette is more like a separation.

2. Smoke the first cigarette and give up smoking for you.

Give me a cigarette to make all the loneliness disappear.

4. Brother is not smoking, he is lonely.

5, the vitality of cigarettes is short-lived, and the vitality of all fascinating things is short-lived.

6. Most women who smoke are beautiful and sad. There is a fragile heart hidden under the strong exterior.

7. If a woman who doesn't smoke is faint carmine, then a woman who smokes is Datura. Women who smoke are as cold as Campbell.

8. Love is a kind of injury, but women find happiness in it. Smoking is also a kind of harm, but at the same time, smoking makes women forget the harm.

9. I stubbed out the cigarette and lit the last one, just watching it burn quietly. At this time, the moist eyes are glittering and translucent because they are about to disappear, or for themselves.

10, watching it disappear gradually, smelling a faint smell in the air. The ashes I bounced off were so lonely, as lonely as me.

1 1, smoking, quiet burning, it's as simple as that, don't think about it.

12. Memory often comes out in the middle of the night with loneliness as bait and floats in her mind, so she chooses alcohol or cigarettes to anesthetize her soul under the tension of fragile nerves.

13, I wonder who said that girls without scars would not fall in love with smoking. A woman who has never been hurt will not fall in love with a wound. I don't think a woman who has never been hurt will fall in love with cigarettes.

14. At three o'clock in the afternoon, there were more people, and she moved slowly. She wants to stand up. When she saw the last cigarette in the cigarette case, she sat down again. When she lit it, the match lit up the dark corner, showing deep traces of melancholy on her face.

Sad sentences about smoking (2)

15, people's voices make her feel uneasy. Before he finished smoking, he got up and left, with light steps and posture like a cat. Memory is a glass of wine, but it is bitter and sweet.

The song is not finished, people are scattered, the wine is not drunk, and the heart is broken.

Wine can't make me drunk, but you break my heart.

If loneliness can lead to drinking, then love is a hangover.

The wind has gone, the clouds hurt themselves, and the wine makes the heart soft, with a touch of darkness and a few degrees of madness.

Wine is just one cup after another, but the heart is not drunk and drunk again.

Wine reminds me of you, but you forget me.

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Wine is accompanied by loneliness, not loneliness. Only when I was drunk did I realize that I had missed the person beside me.

Paralyze yourself with alcohol until the wound is no longer painful. No amount of pure alcohol can paralyze my love for you.

Looking forward to the happiness of being drunk and dreaming. Time can't put out the wine of love, and distance can't open the hand of missing.

I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.

When the wine is full, it will overflow, but who is the extra melancholy that overflows? I am full of my melancholy again, and I have drunk all my recent troubles and unhappiness! In the eyes of others, I may be massive, or I may say that I am very happy, but only my own psychology is weighing the drums.