Pictures with words are sad (sad sentences are sad)

Take good care of yourself "is just a sad sentence to me, which means" I can't take care of you ". Either you are not qualified to take care of me or I am not qualified to be taken care of by you. You who say this and I who listen to this will always be sad. I hope I can travel through time and space, become strange again and get to know you again.

The most romantic love story is when a lover who has broken up with you calls and asks, "How are you?" Your usual answer: "I'm fine." In fact, you still love him, and you are not good at all. For you, I can only miss you as a stranger.

I also learned to pretend to you, neither too cold nor too hot, neither too salty nor too light, and smile mercilessly. I won't shed those cheap tears again. Then listen to you whisper, "You've changed." We will never regard each other as irreplaceable as before; We will never love as hard as before until we cry.

I am used to holding hands with my left hand, but my tearful eyes betrayed my heart at midnight. I have to admit that times have changed a lot. Whenever people ask me how I'm doing, I try to put on a smiling face and say' good'. In fact, only I know best. Some pain, destined to hide in my heart. I have no choice but to be strong. I don't know how much longer I can hold on like this. ...

Every time time passes, it is verifying the casting of vicissitudes. The stars have changed and countless sunsets have come. Those lush years are quickly forgotten and become the hourglass of time. The hand that was once clenched, easily let go, disappeared into the memory, faded out of sight, and built an empty city.

It is a struggle that it doesn't snow in winter. My thoughts overflow into a bird, and I look at the distant scenery. Without parting, there would be no lovesickness. No one is thinner than the yellow flower, and there will be no place thinner. It's only a matter of time before we meet again. Nothing can explain tenderness except flowers and the moon. Meeting is a thousand years' practice in the last life, making a tree blossom and fall, with your name under your pillow, quietly intoxicated. Miss you through the moonlight and invite you to dream.

Some feelings come very late, just like the calm after breaking up, the shrug after failure, and the disapproval after saying goodbye. But peace will always be broken, and then the past will appear; Shrugging your shoulders and saying it doesn't matter, you will be lost, because you have paid so much, but you haven't got anything in return: you think there will never be a chance to get together again, but how many years have passed.

Lonely time flies, sighing and raining, I can't see the ups and downs of the world clearly, and the player in the pavilion is still singing the sad songs of the ages. I hate for a long time, and the tears on my eyelids are sad everywhere. Even if the pain, even if the heart is blown up, still strong, plain color has gone without a trace. Looking back, it was light green.

Accompanied by the world of mortals, summer flowers bloom, stepping over the turbulent wooden bridge, recalling the past, walking on the rusty ancient rhyme path, the stone bench that once snuggled up is still blue. However, flowers bloom and fall, but the fleeting time is gone forever, and the warmth that I don't want to give up becomes a gap in my dream. Looking at it alone, the spring flowers are scattered into mud, crushed into dust, sighed alone, broken into the loss of the old year and become lonely.

The cruelest thing in the world is not that you didn't meet the person you love, but that you met and finally missed it; The saddest thing in the world is not that the person you love doesn't love you, but that he doesn't love you after he loves you. No one understands the sadness of cactus: defending oneself from others. Perhaps a person has to go a long way and experience countless sudden prosperity and desolation before he becomes mature.

Years are shallow, hard-won, and life is short. Learn to cherish and feel sorry for those time wasted because of stubbornness. Now, when you unload your fatigue and move forward easily, you will feel the charm of peace. It is deeply clear that those glitz and fame and fortune are not suitable to be worn on your own body as a halo, and those false disguises can't be integrated into your heart at all and become a burden.

Silence, see how fireworks gorgeous their lives. My dream is to be with you in the old city. I searched and searched, waited and waited, and suddenly found that something had quietly changed beyond recognition. Exhaled thoughts are covered by your breath. Summer has faded, the air is fresh after the rain, and the newly blooming autumn has also been stained with some vicissitudes.

I used to think it was easy to break up, but we just went our separate ways, without calling each other nicknames, hugging or kissing. It's just that we all forget how to forget our memories. Those memories that belong to us are forgotten over and over again, but remembered over and over again, and then printed in our hearts forever. I realized that love is inseparable from love, and breaking up also needs practice.

On the way home, I cried and my tears collapsed again. I can't do anything to walk like this, and I dare not be proud and extravagant anymore. What else can I say? What else can I do? I hope you can hear me, because I love you and I let you go. I will still believe in love, but I won't believe that love can last forever.

I used to think that the promise we made, like the book said, would never leave. Now I throw away all the sentimental sentences. For Wan Ru, the good times are fleeting. When the meteor falls into the aestheticism of love, life begins to cry. Injured people like to hide in dark corners and make their bodies desolate, as if people all over the world are discussing love. At this moment, I prefer loneliness.

Yesterday, before sunset, there were you and me; Today, I am still here, but you are far away; Tomorrow, I think I will slowly forget, yes, tomorrow, I will slowly forget. Thank the person who hurt you, because he tempered your mind! Thank the person who tripped you, because he strengthened your legs! Thank the person who cheated you, because he improved your wisdom!

Many people have said good night to me, and many people have said good night to me for a long time. Some of these people have known each other for a long time, while others have never met. These people were enthusiastic at first and couldn't wait to make many promises. And in the later period of time, I did not hesitate to honor my promise. They approached eagerly and left in a hurry. Life, on the whole, is like this.

When you talk about him, your words are full of pain, as if he came from an iceberg, from the deep sea, from an uninhabited valley, and his bones were cold and lonely. So you decided to use all your enthusiasm to warm his heart, only to find that everything was in vain. Until one day, when you see him being gentle with another person, you realize that he is not as lonely as you think and has no ability to love, but he doesn't love you.

Autumn may be the season to harvest fruits, but sadly, the seeds I planted are impossible to bear fruit. There is no commitment or preparation between me and her. Leaves have begun to fall, and trees that can't bear fruit may not survive this winter.

We can never go back. We can't have another childhood; There can be no junior high school; There can be no more first love; There can be no happiness, happiness, sadness and pain in the past. Yesterday, a second ago, it was impossible to go back. Life is about recalling the past, cherishing the present and looking forward to the future.

People probably get old from the moment they regret it. Once upon a time, I didn't know how to rush forward, but suddenly it disappeared. There are always some things in my heart that I can't let go. A sorry person mumbles to himself for countless nights, only feeling cold all over, which is an irreparable despair of the past. I wish I could turn back the clock. The thought flashed once and turned into a wrinkle, engraved in your heart.

Time flies, and that unforgettable love is gone forever. Those regrets and helplessness are still lingering in my mind, and the dust has settled. Say goodbye or draw a full stop. How many regrets turn into a tear, surge several times, and indulge several times. No matter how much I loved at that time, I became distant and clear, destined to fall in love, and there was no chance to be together. This may be the biggest.

There is a kind of love in the world, which is obviously deep love, but it is doomed to be imperfect. I am deeply in love, but I want to leave. Obviously, I love you deeply, but I have to wait hard. There is a kind of love, you no longer contact each other, but you miss each other desperately, knowing that there is no result, you will just wait, you will be hurt and hurt, but you will still wait and never give up this relationship. Knowing that there is no road ahead, my heart can't be redeemed.

The wind, quietly messed up my hair; Missing is always held up in such a late night and in such a gentle night. Don't, night, you can only give me memories? Don't night, you only have this name for me-memory? At night, you are so beautiful, but why doesn't your beauty ripple in my heart?