A sad sentence regretting life.

1, your jokes never leave me. For the rest of my life, let the world of mortals stand on the shore, bow their heads or lift their eyes. Even if it is wanton sadness, I will not sigh softly, because those slamming investments are hidden in my heart, sealing up my memory and hiding that thin face. Even the most beautiful sadness in this season, let it go quietly and die quietly.

2. Days related to youth, prosperous years, have been, have been decadent. Those deep feelings and love as soon as possible have all passed in a hurry. We never look back, but there is no end. We are no longer young, and we are no longer like lotus flowers in early summer. Besides, we don't know who broke your pure white wings.

Silence is broken, don't look away, the world can't be touched. Looking at the appearance left behind, the joy that once bloomed is like the drifting of water. Those leaves scattered on the ground are similar to the sound of heartbreak, helpless and desperate, how to return to the most beautiful place.

4. Stop using modifiers and sing the clearest song for me; Don't guess what to say, look at me with transparent eyes; Don't flinch from anything, give me your cocked finger; Don't say you don't love me anymore, but give me the memory of your love.

Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.

6. It turns out that I am just a gorgeous puppet, performing all the prosperity in the world, only to find that countless gold and silver threads touch me behind me-even if I raise my hand.

7. At the moment we met, I stood in front of you, just a stranger. This is a flashy masquerade ball. After the party, a lonely and desolate woman was as beautiful as a cigarette. Like this kind of writing, I sink myself in the most humble posture bureau and don't need anyone's attention. I am smiling and crying alone in the corner. I don't need anyone to disturb my quiet life again.

8. Openness is those strange eyes. When I look back safely, there is a kind of spiritual vibrato, which stops in the secular world, leaving only sadness, but missing draws a beautiful picture, or bathes in sunshine, or is quiet and indifferent. Take another look at the flowing water, and your heart will not be hurt again.

9. In a tiny moment, you acupuncture in one second. For a long time, I spent my whole life solving acupoints.

10, in the best time, I was still walking alone on the flashy street that didn't belong to me. Like a scavenger, I quietly collected the negatives of time, turned them into old private brewing, and then broadcast any pictures related to you in that summer afternoon.

1 1, drizzle, breeze, let me play a sad song, wake up the fleeting floating life, drive away the empty lanes and enjoy this bustling mirage. Even if I deeply forget my feelings, I will be infected with this sad and lonely world, and I will tell it to the breeze, which will be quiet and indifferent, and the wind will clarify.

12, who touched your hand through the fluttering hair on a sunny afternoon in spring? Who took the wine you drank alone in countless gloomy white nights and burned the strong temperature into your chest? Who crushes the green Yuan Ye into damp decay in the soil season after season? Who holds the flower's face and makes the beauty of the years feel dejected.

13, whose eye corner touches whose eyebrow; Whose smile is worth whose tears; Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation; Whose palm print can redeem who's sin.

14, the mood of exile, endless spread, the past dispersed like smoke, was described as gathering, the ending of the story turned into rain, and suddenly looking back, it was you, the regrets left behind, the persistence of my praise, and the loneliness I sang for a long time.

15, that time, those colorful noises and losses were as dim as smoke clouds in the most beautiful corner. You still don't understand, whose waiting became memories, whose expectation became rain, year after year, year after year, I can only find my own memories. I am alone in a person's suffering, life, and life, which makes me lonely and give up.

16, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't stand forgetting, and no matter how sad it is, it can't stand time.

17, the wrong season of time, my immature self, I waved my hand gently, but I couldn't let go of those melancholy who left again. I am affectionate occasionally, or a little exaggerated. Those faint memories and faint songs are tired after all, and they are tired after all.

18, the shoulder is slightly cold, and a face is engraved on the buttonwood. I get it, I get it. The fingers are tender and delicate, and I can't stop looking at them. (m.taiks.com) saw those hurried years, hurried thoughts, those delicate, gentle and faint loneliness. At that moment, it was really like flooding the first lotus.

19, I was told that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new. So, in that small fish tank, the fish will never get bored. I'd rather be a fish and forget everything after 7 seconds. Everyone I meet and everything I have done can disappear, but I am not a fish. I can't forget the people I love, the pain I care about, and the pain of lovesickness.

20. Those dreams about past lives have long remained in my affectionate eyes. That drop of crystal tears melted the rain of lovesickness at this time. The past continued, so let me drink a glass of parting wine and let the drizzle drop in my heart, which is fleeting and without tenderness.

2 1, I bleached my mood, but it was difficult to return to the original color. So, my thoughts were banished to the dust, and when the wind blew, I pretended to be a dust in your eyes. It's just, it's just that I fell and I can't go back. I miss you in my finger, turn it into a hidden red light, bright or dark, just, I miss you, I miss you.

22. Those incomprehensible tender feelings are wrapped around the fingertips and scattered. For example, in this midsummer lotus, in this fleeting quarter, it is lonely and speechless. Then, let me sing a song and disappear from this world, not to mention June, because September is lonely.

23. Out of sight, who is singing and dancing softly and silently, soft as the wind, but not as warm as the sun? I am smiling, facing the rain, but unhappy. I am searching hard and searching silently again. When is that haze and silence, so that the thoughts that have fallen in succession are scattered and gathered?