Time flies and dreams are drunk.

Like water, half-life enchanting, like the moon, veils misty, like a mirror, misty rain blurred, like flowers, a season of sorrow. One, there you are, with beautiful water scenery.

Dream, very short, but a meter of sunshine, but shallow drunk into it, slightly cool, such as moonlight, through the warmth of the palm of my hand, my fingertips, through the passage of time, I saw the fleeting time swept by the breeze, like fireworks, quietly blooming in the night sky, annihilating the ripples of the wind. What I left behind were unforgettable memories.

Bar happy ever after, flute singing softly, butterflies dancing around mountains and rivers. Who caressed the piano, listened to the sadness of flowers, and the silence of flowers, in exchange for the sadness of that season? Send you a song, but don't invite the people in the song to a party. Only when the string is broken, three thousand years of infatuation and the fetters of the world can I forget you.

I splashed ink on you and squandered money. A piece of paper made a beautiful face pale. His life was ridiculous. I cried his tears and buried us all in it. When the years blurred its trace, I was in a trance. It turns out that we have missed each other in that enchanting time and can't remember each other's appearance.

At that time, the moonlight was a person at that time. I recalled the fate at that time, but I couldn't go back to having you, but I still remember that you once said that you would never leave me in this life. It's just that there is always a lack of rain or shine, just like us. Once we are sad and happy, we are only incomplete.

Lonely lamp, quietly lit in your heart, but can't show your face, only endless acacia wandering alone, red beans whispering, memories that can't be recalled, after all, like water, why care too much.

The figure is heavy, the voice is chaotic, and the song misses you endlessly. Only the lonely swallows on the horizon fly alone, making a ripple, just to remember the traces you left in your heart, but the dark clouds cover the moon and blur your face, and my hands cover the sky, so that I can't find the direction of your departure, leaving no traces of people, only unspeakable loneliness.

I was so drunk in my dream that I couldn't tell the truth from the truth. It was not until the fog cleared that I finally saw the reality clearly. Without you, it was the silence after Qian Fan, leaving me alone.

Heaven, earth, sun and moon, silent, endless mountains and rivers, just like you have never left or changed in your life. The fate of gathering and parting is as simple as water, but I don't know it. I bear a great burden for you, just for that sentence, waiting for the next meeting. To this end, I have dedicated my life. But I can only see you in the hidden mirror flowers. People have no face and no smile.

Second, scattered flowers, why goodbye?

Drinking under the moon, raising a glass and getting drunk alone, after the fleeting time, dreaming back to the water's edge and watching the fireworks unfold in full moon have our appearance, but whose eyes are blurred by misty rain and whose world is covered by Huarong Xie, all we get is the silence of a mountain and river. You and I will never meet again.

Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. It is wrong to meet each other in this life, which will only increase the fruitless grievances. Who can blame? Elegance is just quicksand in my hands, flowing through your hair, pale for a while, beautiful face, lovesickness broken, whose heart is messed up, just remember, you came in my fleeting time, don't you have any regrets?

If the sky is not old, then I can't forget my feelings for you, because there are thousands of nets in Qian Qian in my heart, including Qian Qian Festival. No one in this world can understand except you. So, how can I forget you and finish the next cycle?

I gently picked up the flowers scattered on the ground, and suddenly remembered that I can't remember who said it. A flower is a world, a leaf is a pursuit, a song is a sigh, and a life is a person. Perhaps, we are like the flowers that fall on the ground. We have been pursuing them all our lives, but only for one person. After parting, we haven't seen each other for a long time, so there's no need to linger, because the fate of dust has always been like water, and there are few tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental and hurt yourself. Love hurts yourself.

Three, dream drunk looking back, pay homage to the fleeting wounds.

There is a red line in my hand, attached to your fetters. I am in the strip, dreaming and looking back. I see your smiling face, the strip and fireworks. You look back with light. The pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling, but I can only sigh the flute again.

Youth has passed, but who started to break the string, and the flowers fell on my shoulders, leaving me in a trance. Your beauty withers in the years, and my acacia is broken in the running water, leaving only a pale face rendered by ink and wash. When can I see you again?

Forgetting who forgot first, it was the old country that dumped the country, leaving only our memories, wandering in the fleeting time, with rich fragrance and bright sadness, but still so fascinating, like an altar of Millennium wine, quietly intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Now, I miss our time and the moment when you looked back at me. If I bravely hold your hand, will our final outcome be different? But nothing can be done again. I can only use the pen in my hand to pay homage to the injuries we suffered in that fleeting time.

Time flies and memories are instantly forgotten.

1. Time won't make people feel painless, and it won't make people forget the pain, just make people get used to it.

2. Youth is so sad that we have learned to be sentimental in this season. I used to have a pair of wings behind me, but it is the strength of others to fly hard.

The bloom of youth is just a calendar I miss. No front page, no back cover.

4, who is lonely and prosperous, buried the end of the world and scattered all the armor.

I tried my best to save everything, but I couldn't find a reason to get back together. I don't want to say anything more, just remember everything by myself.

6. Whose love is placed in the holiday market, bargaining and auctioning its weight.

7. Who am I here for? The vast sea of people, who will arrange it, a beautiful accident.

8. Who is listening to me quietly, and who is it? It broke my heart cruelly.

9. I am on this shore and you are on the other side. Look at each other in pairs and forget each other in pairs.

10, you are like a drama, changing your mask anytime, anywhere.

1 1, from now on, bow and thank you, thank you for coming. From then on, the gorgeous ending, you, no longer belong to my world.

12, I won't say, you don't understand, we are pretending to be each other. This is our distance.

13, a person's loneliness has made an immortal love song; The whole people are alone together, and so many brothers have been made.

14, maybe I don't have enough ability to forget you completely, at least I know how to leave properly.

15, the words are finished, love has given up, love is gone, and there will be no future.

16, you always have to cross youth to know how narcissistic youth is. Sometimes I think that the reason why love has to go in such a big circle and pay a terrible price is because he was born at the wrong time. By the time we have the ability, we have no energy to talk about a pure love.

17. Why is the road behind the road? Why are there so many ifs at the end of the story? Only you can break the attempt of the night. When will my dream have the sun to live in?

18, I will still hear about her. I heard that her health is getting worse and worse. I heard who she was with. I heard that she left the city after she left. If I go back to the past, will I still stick to her and play crazy every day? I don't know, but I'm sad now, just pretending not to be sad.

19, the heart always recovers in the most painful time; Love always ends at the deepest time.

20. Young love can be quiet, but in the years to come, I will always walk in the scenery without you.

2 1, the original years are too long, which can be rich and desolate. You can forget the result, but you can't forget the meeting.

22, depravity is actually innocent, but the beauty is too decadent.

23. Ambiguity is never as important as love. Please remember that if a person really loves you, he won't have an affair with you. If you love someone, please don't be ambiguous with others. Ambiguity can only fill the temporary emptiness in my heart, but it won't last long, and it will do more harm than good. A beautiful love can't tolerate a little deception and hypocrisy, let alone ambiguity. Don't touch ambiguity if you have love.

24. Who listened to the cicada singing all summer, and who played up the fall. Who will give me a warm spring mood the next morning?

25. A man's breakup is carried out according to the old adage "If it is broken, it will be broken". Generally speaking, the space for recovery is very small and it is very difficult. A woman says she wants to break up, just like a child who can't get up on the ground and wants to buy candy. A coax, she will be fine. Even when it's time to break up, I still long for a little warmth and continue to be "indecisive and messy."

26. Silence is better than talking too much; If I think too much, I will be sad. flee；escape ...

27. Blessing is a flower in a clear spring, which blooms in four seasons, and every season has my fragrant reminder. Reminder is the wind and rain that I have drifted all my life. There are a few wisps of wind and rain, all of which have my feelings of dying with flowers.

Please don't show off your happy posture in front of me, I will go crazy.

29, how many times, how many times, memories draw life into a circle, we have turned in the same place countless times, and we can't get rid of it. I have always wanted to go back to the place where I first met. If I can choose again, I think I can love more simply.

30. Time flies, memories are instantly forgotten, and my thoughts merge into a river, flowing at the end of the world. ...

3 1, who is wrong, who is forever, who is waiting for the flowers to fall in the bloody sunset.

Talk about the mood of those who sing the fleeting time.

1, a heart with a big fist can't bear that much.

2. I believe that there are some people I never need to wait for.

In fact, I know that few people really care about me.

4. And me. Anyway, remember that you still have me.

If you never take me to heart, how can you understand my hurt?

6, high school students and junior high school students can't compare at all.

7. It is more difficult to forget you than to forget yourself.

8. I don't want to be alone, because if I always think about it, I will be very sad.

9. Every time you appear, it will disrupt my life now.

10, never a flattering type. What's the pity of being misunderstood?

1 1, I like you. There is no reason. Just because you are you.

12, it's not cigarettes that I can't quit, it's missing.

13, do you know how hurtful the word "casually" is?

14, blame me for being too incompetent to buy the happiness you gave me.

15, I'm just a living being who is afraid of loneliness and injury.

16. Who heard my heartbreak when I opened my arms?

17, because you have finished playing the game, talk to me when you have time.

18. In my world, you can leave if you want. Please delete the interview record consciously.

19, you promised me a lot, and finally you let me go alone.

20. What makes us strangers?

No matter what kind of life you want, I will accompany you all your life/every day.

I let myself leave you, but why am I still waiting for you here?

It turns out that there is nothing between us but silence.

I cried when I decided to give up on you. Thank you for giving me the past.

25. I will always like you until I am hurt by you and have no strength.

26, I cried a hundred times, just want you to love me once.

No one lied to me, but I trusted myself too much.

28. There is an ideal place, either hell or heaven.

29. Birth needs to be queued, and death can cut in line.

30. Some people say goodbye. If there is a star in the sky, it will go out.

Time flies into sorrow, whose sorrow is spilled all over the city?

On the way home, I cried and my tears melted again. I can't walk, I dare not be proud and extravagant anymore. What else can I say? What else can I do? I hope you can hear me, because I love you and I let you go.

Time flies, once upon a time, I met you in the world of mortals, but I couldn't smile warmly in your eyes. You will always be gentle that I can't touch.

Some people say that time is a good medicine for forgetting, but when I drink this medicine, I find that I mourn namelessly, thinking that the lonely cicada who can't sleep in the dark can't moan, which hurts everyone's heart.

I will wait for you here, even after many years, even after several generations of reincarnation, I will wait here alone. I wonder if you are far away, can you feel it for a moment?

If you are like ice, I will cover you with my fingers gently and attentively.

Moment is the best antidote, which will eventually fade away and disappear into smoke. Time is also the best poison. The longer you remember, the clearer and deeper you will be.

If there is an afterlife, I want to be a sunflower, grow in the direction of the sun and bathe in the sun. Every day, there will be no troubles and sadness.

A fleeting song turned into a lamentation, and its sadness was scattered all over the city, fragmented. Time flies, who are you waiting for?

I used to think that if I said goodbye, I would never see them again, and the nurses who had taken an oath would never leave, but I was wrong. In this life, some people are destined to accompany themselves to recall the past and will not be separated, while others are destined to be just a passer-by and never a passer-by of others.