Beautiful sentences. Artistic.

When I woke up from my dream, I only saw the pushed book, the pillow I was holding alone, the heartbreaking poem and the lonely lamp. Next time, can you hold my hand first?

Obviously covered in injuries, I thought I could reach your direction.

The sunshine under the sunflower in the afternoon is still serene. I hope you and I are well.

That yellow old photo is a warning to who will be worse than before.

I miss the wishes you made in those years.

Watching her forget me gradually, should I applaud her or grieve for myself?

Only your smiling face hasn't changed before I forget it.

When I can't sleep, I always count sheep like you …

Who are you, the rose in your arms, and who is smiling in your eyebrows?

I don't care where you come from, I just hope you don't leave.

You said gracefully that you would not come back.

Now we finally understand that the ending cannot be changed.

You said that there are still vows that have not been fulfilled. How can they be stranded?

Things such as eternity turn into clouds;

If you stay in the sea for a long time, it will change.

Get drunk with you for 3 thousand games, and don't complain about leaving the war.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

The breeze blew through the hair tips, leaving many beautiful things behind.

Only parting is true forever.

Your tears, stored in my collection cabinet, are as precious as ever.

Is the love song lasting to celebrate the joy of the lover or to pay homage to the sadness of the widow?

If I'm so good, why don't you?

Thinking too well of you is my biggest failure.

Who plucked the strings of missing, who guarded the sadness and cried alone.

In the face of your silent expression, my heart can't be calm.

I gave you all the rights, but I still can't feel you.

The future you promised me is so long.

But you are not strong enough.

Send a letter without an address

For you who don't know where it is.

No matter how time passes, it will be by your side.

How much I miss every beauty, because of you.

The rain is so quiet. Are you crying secretly?

Still afraid of the dead of night, always thinking about you, or afraid of overhearing your news?

When you are hugged by him, you should learn to cry for him.

Give me pain to close and experience another kind of happiness.

I miss it. You don't miss it anymore

The months are not long, flowers are easy to fall, and life is full of melancholy.

Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.

Thoughts on how to solve the problem of heartbroken thousand cups of wine

Don't look at the old, look at the new.

If youth is not short, who wants to have a bright future? ┏ ┓■【 Keep an empty city ┗ ┛□ Wait for an old man.

Even if time flies, the ends of the earth

You are still a scar in my heart.

I wish you loneliness and longevity.

Where we met.

People still come and go.

There is still love wandering.

Where you and I love each other.

Someone is still singing.

Still young and ignorant.

In order not to upset you, you broke my heart.

Maybe one day I will forget what I have done for you.

The past page, if you can't turn it, don't turn it. If you turn over the dust, you will lose your eyes.

Read only complaints, don't complain about dreams, wake up for a few years.

A player enters a painting for life.

Walking alone in the sea, there is no return, and first frost is full.

Memory is a bridge, but it is a prison leading to loneliness.

It turns out that eternity is just a misunderstanding.

Whose loneliness covers my clothes. Whose dress is this? Cover my shoulders.

Keep an empty city and wait for an old man.

Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.

Whoever has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye has completed your prosperous life, and who has been given a rock-breaking empty joy by you.

I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you and never have a chance to see your smile again.

Once love begins, it will never end.

I will get used to a person's sense of security.

Whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows.

Whose smile is worth whose tears.

Whose heart can bear whose reincarnation.

Whose palm print can redeem who's sin.

Wandering at the intersection of heaven and looking up

It's already cold.

Mottled time is like petals falling on the wall.

Pictures of those childhood friends.

Whose branch did you lose?

Whose hair did you kiss?

Who and whose footsteps

I have experienced sadness and desolation, but I can't be with you forever.

It turns out that our eyes only meet once in this life.

This is your last name, my story.

Once we didn't insist, now we let go of each other.

Who should be robbed by who is obsessed with who.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

The street is long and there are many fireworks. You look back with lights.

Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

That love song is about romance, but it has nothing to do with you and me.

The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

Your sunset, my face, whose third year.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.

Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall on?

Who lost at the end of that summer? Memory is like a thread, whoever trips over it.

A person's bunk keeps your body warm. Memory is dribs and drabs. I admit defeat and taste the poison you planted. I can't see the truth clearly. It's hard to control yourself. Why should I have a soft spot?

Your diary has turned yellow, and when memories touch a thorough heart, it is hard to forget. Now I remember that I once cried bravely without your breath.

I don't mean to hide it in my heart, but not all the pain can be shouted out.

The night is bleak, sighing, and the red window is across the bank.

Don, don't forget each other and continue the previous chapter in the afterlife.

Most of the time, when I type "Hehe" on the keyboard, I'm not really laughing. What I'm thinking is fuck your MLGB!

I want to be your shadow and never leave with your footsteps.

I want to live in my heart and secretly lock my heart.

Holding the key firmly in the palm of your hand is like holding your heart firmly.

I miss you, I love you, and I go home empty-handed day and night.

The injury has been condensed, the memories are sad, the feelings are hard to suppress, and only the tears are lingering.

Can't erase your sadness

Flowing quietly in the moonlight

Love lost its way and swayed gently with the wind.

When can I try to forget?

Time washed away the so-called memory after all.

The blank body left nothing behind.

It's just that she taught me to forget and face.

She's the one who told me how pathetic life is.

I don't want to lose her, but I don't have the courage to hug her.

Do you still love me when my face is old and the years pass?

You will grow old with me and watch the clouds come and go together.

Talk about those happy things together?

Will we still face this life hand in hand?

I am no longer handsome, and you are no longer beautiful.

We are just an old couple, and no one knows about our past.

People who know will be buried in the dust together.

Like many people, we have never been here.

No one remembers, no one wants to remember us ordinary people.

I will smile and tell you again and again,

If death is a dream, I hope it's all about you. You are the most beautiful.

No matter how faithful love is, it can't stand the gap caused by distant distance.

The love between the two cities, we are not happy, and we have thought about whether to go their separate ways.

I have never liked making friends. I don't like the feeling of having many friends.

Maybe I am lonely in others' eyes. But I think it's good.

Because there are many people, it will make me feel very upset.

Because I have few friends, I will cherish every friend around me.

Maybe this is the difference between me and others.

There are some feelings in the eyes. Take care of your heart.

You have been integrated into my life. I'm giving you up? Nature makes people.

Broken promises were mended yesterday.

I forgot some people forgot some things.

I also forgot the oath I made about eternity.

Our love has become a fiction, and the memory of the past is only a mirage.

You gave me two choices, but it was an ending.

I stopped on a rainy day, but my shoes were wet with tears.

Who held my hand and made me crazy for half my life? Who kissed my eyes and covered my half-life displacement?

When you were born, you were crying and people around you were laughing. When you died, you were laughing and everyone around you was crying! Everything is reincarnation.

Many times men don't cry because tears can sting. This kind of pain is so painful that I can't cry.

A mocked dream has the value of realization.

How strong you have to be to never forget.

I'm just a passer-by, and you turn around and forget.

Why should I spend time with you on earth?

I can't speak because I miss you.

I miss you more because I can't speak.

Only your face is imprinted on my heart.

I've touched my face countless times.

Burned my mind.

Look at this half-life regret. In the end, it was just a wonderful performance, a few songs, joys and sorrows.

Loneliness is like a needle. It hurts. I always have a person in my heart.

You always tell me to wait quietly until I turn off the lights and close the windows.

Listen, the pendulum rings late into the night

Love is the smoke in your hands and mine.

It is your skill not to indulge in the world, and it is my skill not to quit.

Attitudes towards cigarettes are like feelings.

Love is love, clearly know that it is wrong, hate is hate, and it is ignited in an instant.

Please spit out the smoke ring when I smoke with my body.

Don't blame me for my rebellion and pride. I am a little impetuous at a young age.

I am not a bird under your wings, I want to know how high the sky is.

Please don't worry, don't worry, I will try to be your pride forever.

Dedicated to father

When you meet a warmth except me.

The happiness of two people has become three people crowded together.

When you walk through my words, do you see our bits and pieces?

Every word is my fond memory of love.

Eyebrows are as dangerous as your perfume code.

I don't care who you are, so I will fall with you.

You are a rose from my chest in the original sin of my love.

The sweetness stings in my heart.

Punish the rose I love that I can never get close to.

The triviality of life has repeatedly reminded the past to be bound up with reality.

Looking at the old people around us, the memories and emptiness of the old scene are awakened again.

I can imagine a pair of eyes mourning the past with insomnia on the roadside in the distance.

Trying to forget yesterday's pain.

Belief in love is destined to be busy and busy.

If there is sadness in my eyes, please carefully collect my tears and your light.

Push away the warm sand and roam the world alone.

Cut off ambiguous hair, embrace loneliness and bury glitz.

Now I just want to tell you that I don't believe in love without you.

I don't believe in conscious and sudden cravings for air.

What I want to say is to hold you in my hand.

Gentle care and protection of every landscape in love.

The piano is strummed with the tail sound, and the remaining hallucinations gradually emerge.

I'll let malice settle and let you enjoy the heaviest feast.

The scattered hair and raindrops are lingering and form a line along the cheeks.

I covet magic, but I see the darkness inside you.

Destroying my last desire, I bent my mouth and played this perfect performance.

Is it miserable to experience such a slight frivolous wound and oozing blood?

Tired from the journey. Who remembers the way they came?

I'd rather stay with you like this until I die.

I'm glad to have you, like a warm song.

Hum softly in your heart

I'm glad to have you. I forgot all my troubles.

Thank you for giving me a wonderful moment.

I wrote this in my diary.

I took advantage of your absence to tear my memory into blank lines. I want to use this as a guide.

Don't let emptiness hang over the walls of your room, even if both sides love each other. Turn by moonlight

I miss that moment of broken thoughts and let them shine brightly in front of your window every night. Illuminate you

My room warms my mind.

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Remember the first time I met you in the coffee shop?

I still can't forget your beauty.

We were so sweet.

However, things are different. Where are you now?

We are like a pair of passers-by, and we have never crossed paths.

I stood on the stage,

I dedicate my song to you,

Although everyone enjoyed it,

In fact, you are the audience alone.

I walked all the way 1 time to let the wind blow. This is my most indulgent idea in the past.

Imagine that you have never left my side and vowed to "reverberate in my ears."

If there is no chance, there will be 100 thousand bodhi beings in three thousand generations. How can I just want to see you? If it is predestined friends, after a hundred knots of snuff, there is only ashes, and there is no resurgence. Three feet of Zita Law, a night of moonlight, is speechless!

Everything starts after the end, life and death overlap, and the end point and the starting point overlap. Everything will eventually disappear, like a mirror.

Looking to the future, everyone has countless futures and countless endings. Looking back, everyone's life can only have one trace, which can never be changed. This is destiny. Time is a mystery.

The mood at work is heavier than going to the grave.

The great thing about news simulcast is that even if you keep changing channels, you can watch a piece of news completely.

Whoever wears makeup without makeup, who wears clothes, will only make people drunk.

People always do this: quarrel with relatives and tell the truth to strangers.

Is the departure of booger the pursuit of thumb or the non-retention of booger?

I will always be there, even if I am lonely and open to the sea.

Now that I'm gone, my tears are dripping into the sea.

Raise your cup.

Lie to yourself that you are not drunk.

Ambiguity in short messages

Become scarred

Time is used to forget.

Or was it sentimental?

Dark and gloomy fire

Loneliness fills my heart.

The bondage of instantaneous cooling

Innocence left in memory

Your so-called love

Become a lonely wanderer

Forget who said goodbye first, stand by and stand by the window alone.

Silently commemorate, close your eyes until finally she disappears.

I am used to holding my fingertips and looking at the warm sight in my eyes.

Is the woman who is suddenly afraid that you will leave very fickle?

Emotion is not a picture in a movie.

The plot is a minute away.

You can do whatever you want. I'm just a supporting role.

Emotion is not a story. Leave an ending for you to write.

I had to stop in the middle of the night when no one was there.

I was in tears in a minute.

-floating silhouette, stroke by stroke, writing thousands of words,

-years of taking pictures, little by little, sketching out the true feelings like water,

I miss the tail ring you gave me in summer, dazzling in the sun.

Tick little finger, who brings who near the horizon at sunset.

At this time, I realized that missing is only my one-sidedness.

Without your season, who can accompany me to be infatuated with old photos?

The noise of the street outside the window raised dust.

The iron rolling door in the alley is very strange.

You are a thousand piles of snow, and I am a long street, afraid that the sunrise will collapse each other.

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Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.

You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.

The ends of the earth, between you and me,

Eternal reincarnation, Millennium transformation,

Things have changed, and my heart remains the same.

The breeze and the bright moon are accompanied, and the beauty is holding hands.

Wherever you go, your heart will never change.

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. East wind evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, separated for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong.

The wind blows like a flower, and you are the most beautiful ornament.

I'm at this end

Pick up your Haikou

Like the whole universe.

Hanging over this fascinating planet

Heartbroken.

Tears are hazy.

Love is so deep that she can't give up. It is broken. You must let go of your broken heart.

I found myself standing for a long time, not knowing where to go.

I don't want to go home yet. Having more people with me will only make me more lonely.

Why do I miss you more when I am weak?

If you heard, have you thought about me?

Right and wrong on the road of life is like a kind of atonement, and the unspeakable taste is full of twists and turns.

There are too many things that others cannot understand. A naive heart always has sober regrets.

We don't know how to cherish together until now, which is fate.

Understand that I love you forever.

Life is like a play. When I pass by, who is pulling for whom.

Don't feel too bad for me.

If you still control my dreams.

Can you and I stop giving up easily?

Forgive me for looking into your eyes and avoiding it unconsciously.

All tenderness and heat in the pupil don't belong to me.

Did you close your eyes? I'm all in your mind.

I can't believe someone in your life has fascinated you so much.

Forgive me for being a little sad after losing you.

Rain or shine, the shadow of the moon cannot escape.

Twilight's bitterness can't bury a lifetime of lovelorn \

This marriage has been severed for thousands of years \

Just to see you.

This time, I am strong and have no illusions about you.

Your dream is not spacious enough for my heart.

Forget sentimentality, forget all the lies to you.

So what without you? I really don't have to force it anymore.

I release you today-

Who is still lingering in singing? The familiar song is not over yet. I am a wave drifting with the tide, occasionally anchored in your heart. ...

It is an unchangeable fact that the rain will stop.

People who are lost in the North Star in the night sky are not afraid.

I'm singing and you're listening. Everything was calm.

The roots of music and chords soothe the fragile soul.

Waves drifting with time

I opened my hands hard.

Embrace so many ups and downs

I still miss the way you look at me.

In the past, Cang Xue flew in the sky and slept alone in the dust.

What past lives is and what she looks like will change forever.

Qiong Yu broke the wall and met in the old year.

Waterscape Yue Hua Ming topic, year after year.

See you around the world year after year.

Fate is empty.

Meet in the afterlife

Right and wrong have passed.

You and I cherish ourselves.

School uniform, skirt, I can't see you staying in the sea.

Corridor, windowsill, you still don't change.

Did you ever know that you are the master of my melody?

How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. I don't want to love you with nothing. So, give me time, before I am with you.

2. Will it suddenly appear in the old scenery and become the beauty of your life?

You may love many people, but only one person will make you laugh the brightest and cry the saddest.

What we have lost in this era is a kind of mood. ..

I met all the extraordinary, but I didn't meet ordinary you.

6. When you die, my story ends. When I die, your story is still very long.

7. Because you know that you are compassionate. ...

8. A woman without dreams, her heart is barren. ...

9. Human nature is such a calm thinking. As long as you get something better, you will be willing to give up.

10. Seeing him, she became very low, as low as dust, but she was very happy, and flowers were blooming in the dust.

1 1. Those old days that passed by horses crossed the horizon of life and death, and there was always an emotion that made people cry.

1 1. You have yours, I have mine, in full bloom.

You are suitable for you, I am suitable for me, and I lost.

12. Lonely people don't necessarily think of death, but people who think of death must be lonely.