Let's talk about releasing depressed emotions first. When love no longer lasts, let's say goodbye.

First, I'm not afraid of waiting and pain. I'm afraid I won't wake up until I get the ending I want.

Second, we are just the tip of the iceberg in many love stories. Who cares about the lost love of others?

Third, at the corner of emotion, we chose the back-to-back direction and stayed away from it.

4. Love a person is not to have him, as long as you look at him silently in the distance, you will be satisfied.

When you tell the person you like, you are also saying goodbye to a friend.

I'm fine without you. Pretend everything is fine.

Seven, after listening to love songs, every word hurts deeply, in line with the mood at this moment.

Eight, love is cheap: painful and uncomfortable, painful and unwilling.

Nine, you cried and laughed with him all the way, but left your sadness and helplessness to yourself.

Ten, after breaking up, we can't be friends, because we hurt each other, we can't be enemies. Because of our deep love for each other, we became the most familiar strangers.

XI。 The most terrible thing is not forgetting, but infiltrating. I can think of you from everything in Qian Shan.

No matter how busy a city is, it is empty without you.

Thirteen, I really want to give up, because there is no youth to waste on you.

Fourteen, time put us together and tore us apart alive.

Fifteen, people who want to get rid of you after going to bed have nothing to be redeemed.

Sixteen, the so-called enviable love in fairy tales, either the process is hard or the ending is tragic.

Seventeen, there will always be a moment when I feel like a loser.

Eighteen years old, that year was also a spoony seed, but it rained and drowned.

Nineteen, even at the end of the dream, please make me feel happy.

At that time, I also understood that there is a kind of tranquility called stagnant water.

Twenty-one, whose chest is your black hair sleeping in now, and who should your lips be gently with now.

It has been two years since he broke up with her. In the past two years, he has habitually opened her blog after work every day to see her mood. Sometimes she is happy, sometimes she is sad and sometimes she is lost. He just watched quietly, made no comments, and even deleted the browsing records. Until one day, her blog was full of her wedding photos, and there was a small line below: I am married, I won't wait for you, I won't update.

Don't tell the person you love easily, I can live well without you.

Twenty-four, always need some warmth, even a little self-righteous commemoration.

Twenty-five, is it too sensitive, and people who pay too much attention to details are unhappy.

It seems that I still like you very much, but I don't want to continue.

Twenty-seven, waiting is not terrible, what is terrible is not knowing when it is the end.

Because I am alone, I am afraid of loneliness.

Twenty-nine, I like your love so vigorous, and you hate me so much.

30. I wonder if you have the heart to say hello.

3 1, you laugh at my ordinary appearance is not suitable for love.

Thirty-two, there is no longing home, no ordinary road, only a melancholy heart.

Thirty-three, you said I could only cry, and now I won't cry. You said I can't cook. Now I can cook, but I don't love you.