Fools never give up. Tell me about it.

One, drinking lonely wine, blowing the wind of freedom, waiting for someone who has no return, and only dreaming his own dreams all his life.

Second, many times, after you know something inadvertently, you pretend that you don't care and cover it up with a smile. In fact, your heart hurts more than anything else.

Third, sometimes, I just want to cry because I feel wronged. Sometimes, I just want to be crazy, because I am depressed. Sometimes, I just want to swear, because I feel bad. Sometimes, I just want to be quiet, because I am really tired.

Fourth, I thought I was invincible and invulnerable, but I didn't expect to be a crying child after all.

5. Sometimes I suddenly feel depressed and don't want to talk or move. When people ask, they don't know how to answer. Not pretending to be silent, just confused.

6. I am not really a fool, but I am willing to do it for you. Now, I also learned to pretend to you, neither too hot nor too cold, neither too salty nor too light. And listen to you whisper that you've changed. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Seven, we used to be so good, but now we say hello, afraid of disturbing.

Eight, the most painful thing is that you thought you found someone who could protect you, but he gave you all the storms.

Ten, you broke into my life, said you loved me, said you broke up, and finally cried like a dog, but that was me.

Tears of sadness have dried up: I am willing to draw a prison for you, but you say you don't need it.

1, I am a lonely boatman, would you like to take my boat and walk with me?

2. Sometimes, we can comfort others with the same thing, but we can't convince ourselves.

3. Letting go is a misunderstanding that I always wanted to explain before, but now I feel that it doesn't matter.

I am still trying to piece together the dream you gave me after I broke it carefully.

Hold fast to that world, what should appear will appear one day.

6. Love promises between fingers, and time disappears in memory.

7. You can be very individual, but please exercise restraint at certain times.

8. The once hot and warm heart has lost its temperature in the secular world of emotional exhaustion.

I recognized you at a glance in the crowd, because they stepped on the road and you stepped on my heart.

10, perhaps the so-called happy ending is to keep moving forward with the hope of never giving up.

1 1. Think about what you have done before you spray feces. Are you qualified to talk about others?

12, one day, you will come out of my dream and sleep on my pillow.

13, the original promise is gone, and the original person has gone far.

14, because you don't love me anymore, and you don't feel anything about my redemption.

15, everything will leave, and the ending will not change because of retention.

16, I am willing to draw a prison for you. You said you didn't need it.

Sad, talk about the spatial dynamics, and want to cry after watching it at night.

1. How strong do I have to be to withstand this cold world?

2. Get used to being sad, getting used to hiding, getting used to others not seeing their own injuries, and getting used to being strong.

Walking in this familiar street, only the one you once loved is gone.

Take a trip and see something you may not have seen.

In that dark night, I thought of you again, and the past was like a flower in Yuan Ye.

6. I will miss you so much that I forget to breathe. Even breathing is sad.

7. I never thought I would forgive the man who made himself cry in loneliness and pain at night.

8. Ordinary you, ordinary me, will never have an ordinary experience.

9. Once we were moved by each other, now I can only silently wish.

10. I thought we could go to the end of the world like them, but I was wrong because I thought too much.

1 1. Once upon a time, her idol Dong Cunrui was dead.

12. All our troubles come down to a good memory.

13. The first time I cried because you weren't there, the first time I laughed because I met you, and the first time I laughed because I couldn't have you!

14. unspeakable pain spreads from the depths of the soul, and darkness erodes the twisted body like a deadly poison.

15. Times have changed. After all, we are strangers and have become the same story. When will it end?

16. If memories can only stay quietly, please allow me to be silent for a moment.

17. Feelings precipitate over time and disappear over time. . .

18. Seeing the departure of time, we wake up one month and fly over an ocean of time. We are often hurt in love.

19. If you quarrel with your girlfriend, you will win. In the end, you will all be single.

I left you, didn't hear any news about you, and didn't even care about me.

2 1. Why are we so happy at first, but now we curse each other in the street?

22. If there is no time between us, can I hug you across the equator?

23. You finally made me give up. I'll leave you after this paragraph.

I know I am your will, but I still regard you as my whole.

25. My whole heart hurts because I can't bear to be apart from you.

26. This is the most tacit thing we have done. I left, you don't love me anymore.

After many years, you are still my wound, and I will still run to you, but my life has nothing to do with you.

I was born in darkness, and I will die in darkness. I want my silver crossbow to end the evil in this world.

29. Of course, you won't feel pain. Because that thorn is deeply rooted in my heart.

30. Her cold eyes are enough to make you feel distressed, but my tears make you feel tired. -

3 1. You are my dream of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and I am your dispensable person.

32. Love is like peeling an onion. There is always a layer that will make you cry.

What I can't go back is not the past me, but the past us.

34. I used to think that the star that belonged to me would not fall, but when it did, I found that there was really no eternity in the world.

35. I enjoyed the warmth of time, and I forgot to bloom in the fleeting time.

36. I couldn't help being sad, so I slowly learned to hide; Because I didn't want to be stabbed again, I gradually learned to pretend.

37. Forgive me for telling a stranger your mobile phone number. His name is Cupid, and he will tell you for me. My heart likes you, my heart cares about you, and my heart is waiting for you!

38. A good ornament is a light ornament. A fashionable woman can be charming with only a pen.

39. The world has deceived me, and I must fight back. I will not let go of any happiness that belongs to me, even if I have to pay the price of falling into hell from now on.

40. After all, it doesn't mean that RMB can't be liked by everyone!

Qq said sadly: What I miss is not you, but the fatal past you gave me.

Love depends on whether it is worth it or not, and my love is like a flower that has left its branches and is floating in the wind. Once dreams are gone, broken and destroyed. Although it has passed, as long as it really exists. If love is never possible, I would rather be myself, and you are no longer you. Maybe you and I can only be the most familiar strangers.

You don't understand why I put myself in a one-cycle situation. Obviously you can choose another trick, but you are obsessed with the ethereal light. Too many explanations have eclipsed my heart. I can't say anything good, except that no one can replace me. It's not who is waiting for him, but the heart. Don't change yourself to please others, and certainly don't be stubborn for some reason. The last effort is still yourself.

The autumn sky changes all the time, but it is always lonely. Occasionally, geese fly by, looking for nests without leaving a trace of cloud confusion. Looking down, the ground was covered with broken leaves. The dark yellow and turquoise of the stars are intertwined for a season. I don't know why I am lonely.

The meaning of autumn makes me wander by the river. My long skirt is wet, and the water drops at my fingertips are slipping. The fallen leaves in the hands inadvertently spilled over the river, slightly overflowing and gone with the wind. At this moment, the slight loss overflowed the apex.

Mermaid hummed the most lost tune at the bottom of the sea, and got her legs ashore with singing, but no one knew it. Before dawn, I saw my beloved and the princess holding hands. I couldn't make a sound, but it was heartbreaking, but it echoed in my chest, hitting my internal organs and pulling out bloody pain.

It was the last touch of sadness in summer, the last melancholy of the phoenix flower that dyed Shan Ye red, and the despair of the poet after singing the last song. When gardenia rolled up its thin petals, I knew it was summer. She fell into the dust with the wind and was buried by endless sadness. Cicada wears black clothes and sings elegies for her in the tree all summer.

Cover your eyes with tears and make them bright. Cut time like water to arouse our agreement. In the misty sunset, no one promised to hold me forever. There are always some promises that are too far-fetched and inspired for a lifetime, but no one can stick to it until the end. I used to hold your hand, but now it's dead.

Everyone has a sad song, singing their own bitterness and loneliness; Every time you are bitter and lonely, there will be a song, which coincides with the road you have taken. Sometimes, listening to a song is like walking away from a part of life. The melody is sad and happy, and the rhythm is bright and dark, all of which are explained by ourselves. The road I have traveled, the songs I have heard and the roads I have traveled are all mistakes in the world of mortals.

You and me, strangers and distance, troubles and smiles, are all so fragile, loneliness will be remembered, tears will burst; You and I, the horizon is close at hand, we met and fell in love at first sight, so far away, and our thoughts fermented into bitter emotions; You and I, love and meaning, miss and cherish, let our feelings go empty, let the treasure burst its banks to stop the tears.

There are always regrets in life. Every time I recall the past, I always deeply blame myself, sink into the regret of my mistakes, torment my expectations with pain, and fantasize about the beginning of the next time. It will be a lifelong regret to miss the person who may accompany you for a lifetime. When I am alone in a quiet night, I will unconsciously think of a person or a thing in my mind, and then tears will unconsciously flow out.

In the dark night, sitting alone in front of the computer, the rain is still falling outside, and my heart is getting heavier and heavier under the constant beating of rain and singing. In a trance, I seem to hear your voice calling me, as if being brought into a long-awaited strange and warm world.

The once rock-solid oath finally collapsed into ashes in the time of drift from place to place. Why did you say that holding hands would turn into our respective ends of the earth? In the end, I didn't get any answer, so I walked sadly alone.

Particles that can be touched everywhere in the air are the remnants of your hard struggle with gravity, and you didn't say goodbye. It's your yearning. Breathing without breathing is the excitement of passionate cells all over the body. I am surrounded by dust, and your gray desolation is everywhere. I can't stretch out, so I can only shrink in the prison yard you drew for me.

There is a bird in the world, looking for the longest and sharpest thorn among thorns and letting it penetrate its body. At the moment the thorn pierced the body, it began to sing, and it didn't stop singing until it died of blood. This is the most beautiful melody in the world. But this kind of singing is also the saddest and saddest singing in the world.

When beauty reaches its extreme, it becomes desolate, which is the feeling. Strip, countless fireworks, who will pick up the lamp to look back; The flute has been ringing for thousands of years, and flowers bloom all the way, who listens; The grass is sad and the partridge is crying. Where will you be? Just like cicadas in summer, only the withered lotus leaves to listen to the rain. Even after a thousand years, who will wait?

You never look back at me, but I always smile at you. Everything you say to me seems to be for another woman. I'm just performing. Lonely sky, wanton raindrops, empty blue, hidden melancholy world. Because I love you, I can watch you fly to a happier place.

I didn't think about you at the heartbreaking moment, but the fatal experience you gave me. (2) Broken words were pieced together yesterday. The most painful pain is forgiveness, and the darkest black is despair. It is you who pale my waiting and satirize my persistence. I can only walk and forget the scenery along the way. We have been practicing smiling, and finally we become people who are afraid to cry. Once the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, it's hard to get together and it's hard to disperse.

People who have touched their true feelings always have the most humble feelings. Because I care too much, I am always afraid of being ignored; Because you pay too much, you are always afraid of disappointment. Sometimes it doesn't matter, but it will make your heart ache, and sometimes it will make you feel torn to pieces. The mood is often influenced by it, and it often moves silently in a word; It hurts to ignore it. Rely blindly, go meaningless, pay without reservation, leave no room to be sad, to be sad.

The distance between distant cities, how do you know this moment? Heartache, how to open the door of my pain. How can I flip through the newspaper? I gently wiped the tears from the pen tip. How can that fine line between the eyebrows dispel an unavoidable feeling? Did the rain come to talk to me, the darkness and helplessness of the night?

Because, I'm afraid when you are alone. With such worries, you will run away sadly. I am even more afraid that the road ahead will let you know that these sleepless nights are as long as the galaxies in the night sky. Just like two meteorites that finally met hundreds of years later, in the collision with each other, they bridged each other's shortcomings with cracked gaps and burned out the last touch of sadness.

Tonight, greet with sweet and sad scenery and lonely breath, and miss the morning. The traffic in the street, the strange light, lit up my tearful side. I just want you to be in the future one day. Know that in the love you don't know, I am waiting for you quietly in the same place with sadness and loneliness.

Borrow a song that we listened to together on the way to leave, and remember that lost time. The feeling of leaving sorrow has been carefully treasured in the depths of my memory, and I returned to that place of great attachment at night. In a casual moment, I saw a scene similar to parting, and my yearning came to my heart like a flood.

Once we had a good time, quarreling and joking together. Since when, we have become so heavy, leaving only cold communication. Dear, how can I return to my original relaxed and happy life?

There is no moon tonight, but I think the stars are as bright as day; Tonight is silent, but I feel the sound of fireworks like muffled thunder; I am speechless tonight, but I can't guess the riddle. There is no snow tonight, but I feel the sky is as cold as ice; Sleepless tonight, but my tears fall to the sky; Late at night tonight, when I grow into my heart, I can't sleep alone, and I'm doomed to be wet and hazy.

Time flies, time flies, and people will meet all kinds of people in their lives. When you travel through the mixed world, you will find yourself so small that no one will find you. When there is no light and no sunshine, I am really lonely.

A gorgeous encounter, a silent ending. Two flowers bloom, two flowers bloom. We met in the wrong season and grew up in different worlds. You go east and I go west, passing by. It was just an accidental meeting, but it was a sad beauty. When the story is over, it will eventually return to the original world. If life was just the first time, would you still choose such an encounter? If life is just like the first time, will it be more prosperous?

Pick up a yellow buttonwood leaf, let it go and caress it. Every leaf is written with a love story, as well as the memories of the branches left by only an autumn wind in the past, and the once green palm. And can you catch it in the future? If there is no you in the future, there is nothing in your hand, and the future is unbearable. You will definitely come back after a long journey. I know you are not so cruel, leaving me alone in the vast world.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It's just that things have changed, and times have changed. A grass and a tree, a pavilion on the first floor, yesterday's laughter seems to be still vivid, as if your voice and smile are still echoing in the air. Oh, how time flies. Alas, I changed my mood and appearance. Only the broken clock sighed heavily with the wind, still telling the distant past.

Throwing boundless loneliness on a person, let her stay together in the dark, thin shoulders, how to carry heavy vows, but the care in the distance is so real, all because of that casual look back. How many times, the moonlight hurts my thoughts, and the cuckoo wakes up the dream. Countless flowers bloom and fall, and a tear is stung by the rose that opens to tea, wet and scattered into mud.

In the spring and autumn of cool thin, waiting for someone to warm me. Pillow three stacks of crisp plum blossoms, listen to the wind and play the ancient graceful. Our small building is deep, but your homesickness haunts you? Crickets are chirping in the corner, and Ouyang Ziqiu is singing. Who is still reading green manure, red fat and thin? Looking back, I want to talk about it. The stars are all white, who is waiting for who alone?

The breeze blows, the fragrance of the heart is scattered all over the floor, and the shadow of the years seems like a lifetime ago. The fog filled my eyes, and the Shili Pavilion, photos and harp had already become the loulan of Shacheng. The wind is full of sleeves, and it is hard to be cold. The intimate words vaguely in my ear fell into the surging three-figure river, which seemed to be full of complaints. Tonight, I would like to drink with you, rather than forget Sichuan, dormant for thousands of years! I'm embarrassed to be far away! The Covenant of three lives has long been fragmented, but it is in the cycle of fate!