Single people are so tired. Tell me.

1. Dreams often run counter to reality, so people prefer to indulge in hypocrisy.

Second, I want to live a quiet life, have a stable job, find someone to love and get married.

Third, sometimes, love is also a kind of injury. Cruel people choose to hurt others, and kind people choose to hurt themselves.

It's meaningless to be in love without true love. I feel that your love for me lacks that sincerity.

Fifth, I am really tired at work, dizzy, chest tightness and shortness of breath!

Falling into your trap again and again, I don't know how to escape.

Seven, I am so tired that I dance with the machine when I walk, and I twitch when I eat noodles.

Eight, many times it's not that the other person doesn't care about you, but that your other person takes it too seriously!

If I become a memory, please let me leave your life.

Sometimes, I miss you crazily, but I really don't love you anymore.

Eleven, the fate between us, even if we try again, maybe we can only pass by regretfully.

Twelve, survival is suffering, living is purgatory, and we have nowhere to escape.

Thirteen, sometimes, love is also a kind of injury. Cruel people choose to hurt others, and kind people choose to hurt themselves.

There has always been an English song in that cafe. It is a hoarse male voice, which rings repeatedly in the autumn afternoon sun, making people sad.

Fifteen, there are always half people in the world who don't understand the happiness of the other half.

Sixteen, monotonous, boring, boring, just like compasses!

Seventeen, forget a person is not no longer think of, but occasionally think of, but no longer linger in my heart.

Eighteen, do something for others, a little resentment, living is interesting, otherwise it is too empty.

Give me a chance, I want to be a good person!

Joy is not necessarily a joke, and sadness is not necessarily a poem. Because of you, I feel the emotion between the lines.

I still remember when I was dressed in white, you raised your glass and smiled. At this point, I am no longer me.

If you don't love me, even if you are alive, I will treat you as a dead man.

Twenty-three, holding hands is the saddest action in the world, because the next moment, it is doomed to let go.

Twenty-four, the sound carries too many memories, and it hurts faintly.

Twenty-five, you are mistaken. I just hit an animal instead of a person.

Ever since you left, I've been wondering whether I should give up.

Holding hands is the saddest action in the world, because the next moment, it is doomed to let go.

28. I wanted to show a different me with a different mood, but suddenly I collapsed in front of you.

Twenty-nine, perhaps the best way for a person is to be calm, even if one lives alone, through one city after another, through one street after another, looking up at one sky after another and witnessing one departure after another.

30. Is a person really him? Interesting. To live is to die.