Is there any copywriting suitable for friends who can't sleep?

Share some quiet sleepless nights, some sad sleepless nights and some missing sentences for your reference ~

Sleepless nights are quiet;

Quiet night, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, my mood suddenly becomes clear.

In the dark night, except for the ticking of the alarm clock and the swaying of the branches, there was silence around.

The night is as still as a pool of stagnant water. It seems that all the creatures are asleep and everything seems so quiet.

The evening breeze in early summer, with the delicate fragrance of jujube flowers and Chinese rose flowers, floated into this simple and comfortable living room.

The night is deep, the moon is in the sky and the stars are shining. The evening breeze blows people's cheeks and feels cool.

The grassland at night is so quiet and serene, only the gurgling sound of running water reminds you of this nature.

The night slid down the mountain ridge like a wild cat, put all the sounds into the canyon, and the canyon began to snore.

At night, the seaside is very quiet, there is no noisy sound, no noisy car sound, only gentle wind and wonderful waves.

The earth has fallen asleep, and the deserted streets are silent except for the gentle breeze and the occasional barking of a dog.

Silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets screamed everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside.

Can't sleep at night a little sad:

How many times, in the middle of the night, in the open field, I burst into tears.

Since the light at night can't drive away my inner loneliness, let the breeze at night take its place!

In this dead of night, who can understand my loneliness, who can soothe my lonely heart in this dead of night?

Lonely night, quiet room, I sat alone in front of the computer, I didn't know what I was thinking, smoking a cigarette and staring blankly. Looking at those sad words, I miss those good times.

The night makes loneliness deep, and loneliness sublimates and blooms in the dark, and deduces the beauty of black. On a starry night, I am still myself.

Whenever this time in the evening, my heart is always empty, and I feel as if I have been abandoned and forgotten by many people. I was overwhelmed by deep loneliness and didn't know what to do.

The night is as cold as water, and the heart is as cold as ice. Unrealized wishes are like dim starry sky. Through the sad mood, lingering, complicated, unable to ease.

When you are alone, you will feel lonely, fill the wounds at night with the past, and then giggle at your innocence; When you are alone, you are free, you will not be affected, and the small world walks freely.

Time flies like an hourglass, flowing away bit by bit. In this life, I may never get out of that haze again, but I can only leave this song and go alone.

The night is still beautiful and soft. When I left, my heart was filled with rain, and the puddle on the ground was reflected by lights. Crystal clear, reflecting the shadow of fatigue.

Some thoughts about sleepless nights:

The embers of the night lit the lamp of the soul, and the emptiness of time wasted the gloom of the years.

Miss that kind of pain, will lie dormant in every silent night, will take advantage of people unprepared to run out, stinging you.

It's hard to fall asleep in the silent night. I can't help but miss my heart.

When I miss you at night, I say 13 14 in my heart, hoping to spend the rest of my life with you. In fact, I have been dead all my life, separated by two generations.

In this poem-like, Zen-like night rain, the soul involuntarily whirls and ripples, slowly expands and cannot be closed.

In the days and nights without you, it has become an indispensable habit for me to scream three times when I am depressed and express my feelings after loneliness.

You silently turn to one side and face the night. It is late at night, and there are many lights. They are always together, and we always have to meet again. Goodbye, for goodbye.

The night is still beautiful and soft. When I left, my heart was filled with rain, and the puddle on the ground was reflected by lights. Crystal clear, reflecting the shadow of fatigue.

The night is full of endless profundity, and my thoughts shuttle through the night sky. I miss my thoughts elegantly and romantically, and I can't sleep all night, tasting the pain of acacia alone, and the tears of my thoughts fly with the wind.

At midnight, the air is filled with flowers, and my thoughts cover my heart like an invisible net. It's getting tighter and tighter, which makes my heart ache and my eyes slightly moist.