Tell me about the sentence of giving up in love.

Flowers on the other side, flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, but they miss each other but can't meet each other.

Loneliness is not innate, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone.

Since you are lovelorn, you must give up. It is impossible to get back a kite with a broken thread.

She looked for love, and then found that love is always a thousand times.

Two people are together for happiness, and breaking up is to alleviate pain. You can't make me happy anymore. I have to leave. When I left, it was also very painful. However, you must be more miserable than me, because I said goodbye first, and I was the first person to pursue happiness.

No man is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

Most beautiful things can't stand destruction, such as crystal, such as crystal-like love.

In fact, the reason for all the missed love is the same: either you can't keep up with my footsteps, or I walked too fast and accidentally left you behind. In fact, all the missed love has the same reason: either you can't keep up with my footsteps or I walk too fast.

My heart has left you.

In youth, there are always endless chats, and we can't tell whether those past years are friendship or missed love. Vaguely remember, in my heart, I hope fireflies take us away.

If loving you is hurting you, I choose to like you. If liking you bothers you, I choose to leave you. If I could exchange everything for your happiness in this life, I would give everything to .......... just because I love you!

How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years. Praying for Buddha made us have a dusty relationship, so the Buddha turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside you must pass. In the sun, the flowers are blooming carefully, which is the hope of my previous life.

Hope. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my passion for waiting. And when you finally walk past and fall behind you, my friend, that's not a petal-that's my withered heart.

At the crossroads, we went our separate ways. You take away my tears, and I take away your hate.