Good morning, friends circle. Say sad sentences.

I am waiting for someone. I'm not sure how long I have to wait, and I don't know how she will come. But I am sure that in the boundless wilderness of time, we will meet eventually, neither earlier nor later. I believe that at that time, we will be able to recognize each other at a glance among thousands of people.

I want to shelter you from the wind and rain, but forgive me, I didn't build a solid wall, I didn't build a solid umbrella, will you wait for me?

However, I will wait, no matter how long I have to wait, I will not hesitate. In this way, in my waiting, in my confident waiting, in my eager waiting, in my painful waiting, in my almost desperate waiting, in my regretless waiting.

Even if the end of the world comes, I will tell you, at least I will accompany you.

When the wind blows, I am waiting, when the rain falls, I am waiting. I thought you would feel sorry for my loneliness in the wind, and you wouldn't bear my loneliness in the rain. I thought you would appear and shelter me from the wind and rain, but I couldn't see you through the autumn water.

How many times have flowers blossomed and how many times have you fallen in love; How many times did the leaves flourish and how many times did the yellow leaves fall? How many times the spring rain is raining, how many times the winter snow is fluttering; How many times the grass grows, and how many times the grass grows; I have been waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently, because I believe that in the end, you will definitely appear.

We all know that waiting is hard. Missing in waiting is like a hairball on a sweater. I can't take it off, and it will sting my heart anytime and anywhere like static electricity.

Love at the most beautiful moment, we let go of each other's hands, and only ourselves know the pain.

Give up some feelings that are waiting but can't be harvested! Give up some kind of spiritual expectation! Every time I give up an idea, I feel sad

The air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted.

Raindrops will turn into coffee, seeds will bloom roses, travel is a kind of date, and parting is the taste of loneliness. It's not that no one is with you. I just don't drink coffee. I get tired when I walk, and it breaks when it rains. Only friends are the most precious.

There are many tools that can be brought back in the world, such as conscience, such as a heavy body, but there are more tools that cannot be brought back, such as Chen Meng, such as time, such as personal feelings.

In any case, it is always unforgivable for a person to make excuses. The more unloved you are, the more you should love yourself.

If you can't get it, you will never lose, you don't need to pursue a beautiful back, and you don't have to care about the disappearance of love. There is nothing wrong with a person's paradise.

I used to feel very happy to receive the email, because it means that I have friends far away. Now I know that receiving email is not necessarily a good thing, because it means that friends are far away.

Feelings are sometimes just a person's business. It has nothing to do with anyone. Love, or not love, can only end by itself.

A person walking in the vast snow can't tell whether he is lonely or lonely.

Optimistic face of lovelorn, unexpected lovelorn, don't be sad, let alone cry, be grateful, thank each other for rejecting you. Isn't it? It is because of the other party's refusal that you have the opportunity to choose again!

One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.

A man wants to find someone to accompany him. A person loses himself. I don't know what to chase.

We have been looking for, looking for, we all have endings.

The wisps of white clouds in the blue sky are the faint sadness of parting in my heart; However, my mind is as clear as the sky because I thought of a reunion.

The spoony party is doomed to be hurt the most, and spoony has been empty since ancient times.

People live freely with the wind, and flowers bloom and fall.

Order "Angels and Dolphins" for you on the radio.

The world is short, the ends of the earth, the bosom friend is half scattered, and a gourd ladle of turbid wine is exhausted. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight! I miss you!

Experience is the mother of wisdom.

Stay in that ray of sadness, and I can't get over it. Weak confusion lingers in the arms of the night, holding my thoughts, and the light of tears can't shine on the tenderness after parting. The end of sadness is only inevitable after lingering.

Burn my memory and pay tribute to your beauty.

You are my shadow, where there is sunshine, there is you! You are my sunshine, and I need you in a stormy day! You are my wind and rain, and we won't forget each other on the same road!

You left the image of flowers, you left the fragrance of flowers, and you left the hope that we could water them together. Thinking of you, my years will always be bright.

It's raining outside the window, one by one, and my tears are Sandy's, like broken beads of rain outside the window.

I want to ask the way: please tell me how to get to your heart.

All your sadness and sadness are a mystery that I can never reveal.

Maybe not, this is the tumbling in the abyss, where only the bottom is doomed, and it is more painful to be sealed, tortured, wandering and losing everything.

Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

Your indifference and smile to him deeply hurt my heart.

You can't die if you don't give up.

If you are in love, don't miss the opportunity easily. Reckless, may make you regret for a while; Cowardice may make you regret it all your life.

As an adult, I began to feel responsible, not stressed.

Sometimes, I suddenly feel insecure; Sometimes, I don't have the courage; Sometimes, I will be willful. I will be moved to tears for small things, and I will be too excited to sleep for small things. I will listen to sad songs when I am sad, and share them with people who care about me when I am happy. All along, I feel that I am not good enough, but I really, really.

Throw red beans in the air, where are the beautiful people, and chivalrous tenderness always worries you.

Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Memory is? Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo? I suddenly dreamed, what is memory? After all, Qian Fan is not, and water alone is enough? My heart is broken.

The furthest distance in the world is when I am by your side, but you don't know that I love you!