Tell me about a bad life.

First, those teenage years that we can't go back can only make us remember and wait.

Second, no one will accept fate, especially in the dead of night, but life will make you feel confused.

Third, Eternity of Others is a classic and a much-told story. Our eternity is full of lies and sadness. Bite your teeth, pick a girl who is bitter and has no worries, and mix Meng Po soup. Learn to let go of the hand of memory and lead the happiness of tomorrow.

Fourth, disappointing things have never disappointed me, and they have seriously disappointed me every time.

Fifth, don't say love easily, the promise you make is the debt you owe!

6. The happiness on your face can be seen by others, but who can feel the pain hidden in your heart?

Seven, if tears can hide sadness, how long does it take to cry to be strong?

Eight, when you can only put all your eggs in one basket, you can only put all your eggs in one basket. If you are hesitant, it means that you actually have a way, but you just don't want to use it.

I hope that one day you will need me as much as I need you.

Ten, sometimes very tired, do not want to talk or move, do not need comfort and companionship, just want to be alone.

Eleven, women, in fact, don't have to be beautiful, but you must know your own man.

The cruelest thing in the world is that you know I like you, but you don't know.

Thirteen, the following, you believe in idol dramas, then forget it. Above, you still believe in idol dramas, and that's over.

14. Happiness is a moment. If you catch it, it will last forever. If you can't catch it, it will last forever.

15. Will love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?

Sixteen, the moment you left, your heart ached, only to find that your heart was broken.

17. If you get an arrow in your heart, you will be in great pain, that's only your own business. Others may sympathize and lament, but you never know where your wound is festering.

Eighteen, there is no one behind the scenes, and there is no one behind the scenes. Why do you care?

Nineteen, memories are always melancholy. Pleasant people feel: it's a pity that it's all over, and it's still sad to think of it unpleasantly.

Twenty, now I know why I want to design pockets for pants. That's because no one took my hand and walked away.

I love you, but I can't be with you forever. This is a kind of pain. Waiting for you not to know the ending is a kind of helplessness, but I hope to have you now, but I hope to be with you in this life!

Twenty-two, some people, no matter how good you are to him, he will not pay attention, because in his life, you seem so insignificant.

Twenty-three, the intermittent rain outside the window has been raining nonstop. Did the sky feel the tears in my heart?

Thank you for making me feel so miserable every day. Quarrel has become a common occurrence, which will directly affect my pregnancy and just give me a good reason to leave.

Laughter is sometimes not the best medicine, and sometimes it is just the best cover-up.

Twenty-six, my love is not so complicated, two hearts, one person, as long as happiness is good.

Twenty-seven, dear, I hope you understand that I was not someone else's bride before.

Twenty-eight, I have no strength to move forward, and there is no room for retreat. I don't want to stand still.

Twenty-nine, some pain, I can't say it, I can only endure it until I can forget it slowly.

We can't leave anything in time, including pain, happiness and life.

Thirty-one, when breaking up comes, I don't feel pain or joy, just looking at you quietly. Because my heart is dead!

When Alice lost the key to Wonderland, should she go back sadly or squat down and cry?

About how much I miss you, all the words seem pale and powerless.

Thirty-four, all poisons don't invade women, which was not a soft-hearted disease in the past.

35. Nothing will last forever, and nothing will last. Make an excuse, anyone can go first.

When you lose me, you will understand that no one will treat you like me.

Thirty-seven, a person thought unforgettable memory, others have long forgotten.

38. You are my lover, and I am the difference between you and others.

Time stopped, because the hour hand fell in love with the minute hand and never wanted to be apart again.

Forty, I am afraid that the person I love is not my lover. I am afraid that after I love him, he will turn to love others.

Forty-one, even if one day you are tired of crying, no one will love you. Because in their eyes, this is what you want.