Good night greetings on a sleepless night of lovelorn love.

Lead: Some people like night because it is quiet; Some people hate night because it is quiet. Share some goodnight words with unhappy friends. I hope you like them.

Stubborn feelings bloom for you in this blurred night. Your sincere love blew away the sadness in my eyes, holding your hand, along the way, from the flowers in spring to Lan Lian in summer, from the fallen leaves in autumn to the flying snow in winter, all the way to you and me, happy and warm the world.

There are always some people around you. Look at the way she is happy all day. She really looks like a child. Everyone envies her. In fact, where do you know: one second she was crying sadly, and the next she was smiling brightly. In fact, they can't be alone. In the dead of night, they always sit by the window and meditate on the frustration in the night sky. They are like sunflowers, always shining brightly on the front of the sun, but hiding sadness on the back that can't shine.

We have always thought that happiness is in the distance and in the future that can be pursued. Later, it was discovered that those hugs, handshakes, singing, tears, love, and so-called once were all happiness. Countless nights, words said, phone calls made, people missed, tears shed. We have all been touched by what we see or can't see, and then everything becomes eternal in the shuttle of time!

Sometimes, in the face of people around me, I suddenly can't speak. Sometimes, things that have been adhered to are unrecognizable overnight. Sometimes, I want to indulge myself, get hysterical and go crazy. Sometimes, I feel that I have the whole world, and suddenly I feel that I have nothing. Sometimes, I have many dreams, but I can't. Sometimes, I find myself growing up overnight, but I can't see my future. Sometimes, I suddenly feel so tired.

Sit quietly all night, just waiting for the morning, thinking about our past, our memories, so long, so long, and our happiness is too short, too short. When we reach out and hold it, how can it become the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror? Is everything just an illusion?

Memories of the past, dribs and drabs in the fundus gradually blurred. Finally, as tears spread, they evaporate in pores and humid air. Reach out and let the snow outside the window fall on your palm. It was cold in an instant, and then it disappeared a little. Sad laughter echoed in the snowy night sky. No reply, no response, only to find that in the end, I have no one to miss, more sad than loneliness.

I quietly closed my eyes slightly. Thoughts welled up and I sang a farewell song in a shallow voice. I didn't feel sad, just quietly waiting for a trace of expectation, gently brushing past yesterday's prosperity, and the purple mountain flowers reflected your blushing face. In your elegant figure, I have already forgotten the past and deleted it. The quiet night behind the scenes is full of flowing time, strange and tired.

Let me miss you quietly tonight. The moment you leave, the moment you disappear, the mixture of yellow and green is the bitterness of green apples. The moment I left, the moment I disappeared, the cruel freezing was like a dusty glacier.

Who loves and hates the most? It is because I don't know and I can't tell, which makes my life worse. I always use some trivial news to anesthetize myself. I always like to cry quietly on helpless nights, thinking about his appearance and imagining what he will come back, but I don't want to think about what my future will be like. I love it too much to dial myself.

I am in the same country as loneliness, which may be fate. In the dark, I lit a candle, and the yellow flame was beating gently. It was a silent heartbeat. The candle went out, and the darkness swallowed me up, without resistance or struggle. I have long been used to the darkness. Walking alone in the deserted street in the middle of the night, my world is still just myself, cold and helplessness spread quietly, and I am interacting with pain.

I searched hard and prayed silently. You seem far away and close at hand. Because there is a big river across it, it is far away; Because there is no distance between our hearts, but we are close at hand. In the morning, I want to release a white dove and ask you good news. At night, I am willing to wait for the waning moon and recall your beauty.

Miss the smoke of blowing in the wind, the cry of the sea breeze has long stopped crying. Countless times I waited for your return on the other side, but I woke up the long-awaited red dream again and again, looking at the empty night and wandering alone.

Late at night, this noisy city finally fell asleep, like a fossil buried deep in the soil, quietly emitting a kind of bald and waste beauty. Next time you wake up, remember to dry your tears, calm down and smile.

An erratic emotion, like a white mist suspended flowers, its fragrance is hazy and ambiguous, as poetic as the moon in the water, and the dew on the flower is as clear as the tears in my heart, just for a hard-won attachment and concern. The window is deeper and heavier, and it falls into the grave tonight. Pillow your dignified eyes and unspeakable injuries to understand that tangled and unspeakable love.

Just like the stars in the rainy night sky, the fiery red in June in the afterglow of the sunset, the sun and the moon are traceless, and the sultry scene is buried by dust? Everything I met you was like a mirage in the fog. I can only hear the faint dripping sound, but I can't see the clear water flowers.

In fact, in the dead of night, I have tried to ask myself countless times, what am I chasing, what am I pursuing, and sometimes I feel stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Maybe being stupid doesn't mean it's my fault. I just blame life for not giving me too much interpretation. I came in a hurry, hurried by, and was as beautiful as a meteor, passing by in the air in an instant, and passing by before I could wait and see.

If I had been brave, the result would have been different. If I had persisted, would my memories be different? My young lover, you have carved scars and time on me. In those tearful nights, I still remember that you are love itself

I sing a song without music, just for you I love deeply. I will accompany you through the days and nights of your life, and your name will be engraved in my heart, my life and my soul forever. I am standing on an acacia tree by the roadside waiting for you to go home.

Cold heart is a kind of indifference. Indifference makes you feel bad. Love and hate are intertwined, and the dilemma is the peak of life, dreams and lust. When a day passes, it is broken and gone, just like fireworks in the night sky, it will only increase the loneliness.

Love is not only the daily necessities of life, but also a solemn thing that needs to be answered and promised, confirmed and encouraged. The expression of love can be singing in the garden in the middle of the night, or a vow of eternal love under the moon and flowers, because these all mean commitment and responsibility, acceptance and longing.

The sunshine wiped away all my tears of missing you. I let go of your hand first. I left first. But now, how many such nights, your face, everything about you, are lingering in my mind.

Holding your hand, a seemingly plain sentence, but it contains so much courage. Why not, just for you, holding your hand in the long night, walking through the long road after the long road, holding your hand on the bumpy road, crossing the difficulties again and again, walking hand in hand with you on all the roads, making the whole world small.

Whenever I am upset, I will lie on the grass, watch the night sky, listen to music, my thoughts will gradually melt into the night sky, and my troubles will gradually disappear. Even if the whole world abandoned me, I still have this sky, I still have this land, and I still have that immortal heart. The heart is there, the dream is there; If the dream exists, it will bloom under this land and this sky.

This is really like a gorgeous dream, but now, when I wake up, my heart is lost in an unknown corner. As time passed, it became a memory somewhere in my mind. I always think of it in the dead of night. Maybe this is something he has forgotten. So, I fell in love with the vastness of every night, so ethereal and out of reach.

Unrequited love is not sweet, only a long dull pain. Sometimes you are awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, curled up under the bed, and suddenly miss him as if he were behind you. But when you turn around, you realize that everything is illusory. You are separated by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and you are separated by Mount Tai and Huangshan Mountain. This kind of missing is just a kind of loss, just a kind of vain, just powerless.

The day of reunion after a long separation is coming, and the second handshake is another year. For this handshake, that suffering, that lovesickness, that day and night concern, are all interpreted in a smile. Only people who understand your heart are willing to be lonely for you, watch for you and solve the unhappiness in your heart.

I know you are lonely, because few people know your heart and your feelings. Only I can give you beautiful music, curl up in your life, cheer up your comfortable humor, smile, understand each other and be gratified every night.

When I want to find your figure in the dark, I find you are air. I can't catch you, just like you can't catch my beating but wobbly heart! You can't see the pain in my heart, and you can't see a scar in my heart. No one will light the heart lamp for me, and no one can really understand my inner sadness.

Through the waves and vicissitudes of time, those heavy times, I kissed your pure lips, I buried my face in your honey-like hair, I put my hot eyelids in your soft palm, and the hand I once held promised never to leave. Every time I ask you, I see a smile from your silent mouth. They are fresh and moist, just like dew sprinkled on the ground from the sky.

In the age of forgetting and longing for forgetting, we want less and less. They wander in our hearts like wind and rain, dancing alone, leaving no emotion after the noise, just waving away quietly and decisively. Because of leaving, there is a distance; I miss you because of the distance. In those stories where the wind is like a rainy night, the morning mist rises and the stars fall, put away your disguise and indulge your soul. A moment's leisure will refresh you.

The softness and smoothness brought by the midnight wind are in my ears. Who sings quietly in the depths of the world of mortals? The sad rotation of midnight in my sleepless eyes blurred my thoughts and touched my simplest and most fragile feelings.

Don't forget what you once had, but cherish what you have now; Don't give up what belongs to you, leave what you lost as a memory, and try to get what you want; When you are tired, put your heart on the shore. Don't regret if you choose. Only when you are bitter can you know how to be satisfied, only when you are hurt can you enjoy life, and only when you are hurt can you understand how strong you are. There is always a windy morning, there is always a gorgeous dusk, and there is always a meteor night; No matter yesterday, today and tomorrow, it is a beautiful day to be suddenly enlightened.

The ashes of time, scattered in the world of mortals, diffuse in the heart. A sad heart, like a purple orchid withered in the wind, gives the soul a proper gap when it is lonely. Just like fate, maybe it was a beautiful dream I had before the Buddha. Suddenly, a meteor appeared in the sky. I closed my eyes and made a pious wish to the night sky where the meteor glided.

Loneliness, loneliness sometimes climbs to my heart in the dead of night and spreads all over my body. The brain thinks about you, but does nothing. Just think about it, don't bother. Maybe the answer is not full of expectations, which will make the mood even lower.

When night comes, it is the most fragile time for one's mind and the craziest time for missing.

Obviously, I am a person who is afraid of the dark, but since then, I have no fear and no loneliness, because your departure has made me numb.

Only by letting silence confess for me, this inexplicable love, unforgettable passion and unforgettable past, my thoughts are no longer affirmed in front of the facts, and the sadness hidden in the corner can only be surrounded by the tenderness of the night.

When we grow up, we have too many heartbreaks and tears. Love or not, love without love, love without love. In our long years, there is always a person who smiles when he looks back and hears the sound of spring flowers and smells the flowers when he speaks. However, it is such a man who makes our eyes wet in the sleepless night in the middle of the night and makes us always cry out in the midnight dream?

How many years can be regarded as vicissitudes! ! I am so persistent! Just because I love you doesn't mean you don't love me anymore. You can't even say who is sad when you break up! What do I expect? A person walking on such a road of no return, without a pair of hands to show me the direction, without a lamp to illuminate my hesitation, without a person touching my head to tell me to be strong. How many silent nights, tears streaming down my face, I only love you but have nothing to do with you.

I feel lonely and sad every night. Arrogant people are fragile. I always see that others are right and feel so aloof, but my heart is gone and my heart is no longer counted. You are like a mountain in front of me, but you never gave me a chance to cross it.

We are each other, but like ripples that gradually disperse to both sides, it is impossible to meet again at the next corner. Even if we meet again, we will just be strangers and disappear into the rolling crowd in a hurry. The pale and bleak night slowly devours my lonely soul and misses each other's eyes. Destined to be just a passerby, a passer-by.

You are like a soul in the night, lurking around me, never leaving me to wear, like a shadow, trying to erase you from my memory unless I disappear. At that time, I told you that I still loved you, but I didn't want to disturb your life. I use silence instead of telling, tears to express my pain, and loneliness to believe in the final eternity.

Instead of waiting for love that you can't get, it is better to take a risk for love and let life bloom in the night sky like fireworks.

The years together are always very happy, going out to class together during the day and reading and chatting together at night. Sometimes she paints while he is watching the ball game. In the evening, she will make some supper, and then they will enjoy the moonlight together.

My soul blooms only for you. You are the deepest scar in my heart. You are the deepest sadness of old love in my heart. The sweetness of love. You know that. You are my eternal memory. Let the gentle wind accompany the warmest posture, hug you, kiss you and water the initial feelings. You are the time I can't lose in my life. It's just old times. Darkness spread in the night. Tangled in the wettest place in my heart.

There is no limit to the sky of love. Life is full of sunshine of love, clear love, mellow love, and love you miss day and night, all of which make people feel emotional and miss you. Love does not happen for no reason. Love has a head and a master. You and I have been in love for a long time. Why don't you worry? I can't let it go forever. I can't wait for you to show up right away.

There is an obsession called paranoia? There is a mistake called regret? There is a kind of waiting called no regrets? There is a kind of unrequited love called indifference? There is a kind of sadness called bearing alone? There is a kind of loneliness that I have long been used to? There is a kind of loneliness called loneliness? There is a kind of smile called forced smile? There is a kind of torture called suffering day and night? There is a kind of pain called heartbreak.

Knowing that the sea will not dry up, the stones will not rot, the land will not age, and the sky will not be barren, but naive to believe. My love for you is humble, but I can't give up like others. Only in the middle of the night, I miss again and again. I am really helpless and uncomfortable. I still don't understand what I'm clinging to. Can't forget your tenderness, or is it just a habit?

Unbearable love, why can't people let go? Trying to forget, only to find that everything is in vain. Late at night, I woke up like a dream and cried helplessly. How to write a story so that the ending will not be so sad?

We look forward to the olive branch of love, but we no longer believe in love. We ignore the passage of the day in sadness, but look forward to the arrival of the late night. It's just a coincidence that we are suddenly stunned, only to find that we have passed the age of love and talked about everything, but we can't talk about love.