Talked all night, talked about the feelings in the early morning, talked about feelings.

First, loneliness is going out in the morning and things fall on the ground by themselves. When they got home at night, they were still lying quietly on the floor.

Second, if I were brave, would the result be different? If I had persisted, would my memories be different?

Third, the night does cover everything, but it does not hinder the splendor of neon. It's up to you to be a part of the night or a dazzling neon.

Fourth, it is false to want to drink with you, but it is true to want to get drunk in your arms!

In our lifetime, we dare not expect too much.

I don't want to say that I don't want to be sad, but actually my heart will still hurt or I will want to cry.

Seven, only one person's loneliness, one person's loneliness. Like a lonely clown, speechless.

Eight, we are always too old, but too smart.

Nine, the night is getting deeper, new words send wine, things change for the fleeting time, and no matter how deep the delusion, it can't change that kind of youth. The moment we leave, we are doomed to regret.

What is a friend? My friend only has a bag of Yellow Crane Tower and two bottles of Erguotou.

Eleven, familiar street corners, strangers, only the familiar is my soul. Silent tall buildings block my view, and I can't see the silent and permanent peaks of the mountains on the horizon. I can only close my eyes in the direction of having you, miss your face in the grave of memory and recite the name branded in my heart.

The sky is too blue for me to see clearly. I always despair of hope.

The taste of missing someone is like drinking a large glass of ice water and then turning it into tears for a long time.

Fourteen, in this dead of night, who can understand my loneliness, in this dead of night, who can soothe my lonely heart?

Fifteen, stormy night, doomed to sleepless. Coronary thrombosis

Sixteen, a road can not turn back, that is, there are many ways to go in life, and there is a road to growth. Many things are beyond our control, even if we are lonely again, we still have to go on, we can't stop and we can't turn back. Spirited Away

Seventeen, I always say that this is fate, and I don't want to change anything. I know I will understand one day.

You can see the words I left on the screen, but you can't see the tears I shed on the keyboard. At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the world collapsing.

Nineteen, sleepless in the middle of the night, thousands of worries are shallow in the moonlight.

My confession to you flashed through my mind, but when I saw you, I was speechless!

Twenty-one, half a catty of improper wine, one catty of wall support, I won't go after half a catty.

I thought you were a dream, but I didn't think you were a nightmare.

Twenty-three, this world is neither the world of the rich nor the world of the powerful, it is the world of the will.

Twenty-four, some things, knowing that they are wrong, are still insisting because they are unwilling; Some people, knowing that they are in love, still have to give up because there is no ending; Sometimes, you have to move on knowing that there is no way out, because you are used to it.

Twenty-five, after a long time, I will treat you as a normal person, and even look at you will feel redundant.

Twenty-six, every time I don't go to bed early or late, I always can't sleep.

Twenty-seven, in the days and nights without you, it has become an indispensable habit for me to scream three times when I am depressed and express my feelings after loneliness.

The best way not to get drunk is not to drink. People who drink like this know a lot, but they hardly do anything.

Twenty-nine, facing the ancient but gorgeous city wall, thousands of years of vicissitudes are vaguely engraved on it. Who languishes for whom, who languishes for whom? A thousand years of memories, a thousand years of wind and frost.

What a feeling of helplessness and despair. You are close to him, but you can't love him. You are willing to give him up just to make him happy.

Thirty-one, when. When I shed tears. No one has ever comforted me.

32. Don't worry too much about the present, and don't worry too much about the future; When you experience something, the scenery in front of you is different from before. Everyone's life will hide a person in their hearts. This man is irreplaceable by anyone. He is like a scar that will never heal. Whenever you open it or touch it gently, it will hurt faintly.

If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and bow our heads slowly, while listening to the story of never getting old.

Thirty-four, tonight's wind blows through your fingertips, and ink becomes a wisp of sadness, dripping into your heart and turning into tears.

35. One day, can someone tell me? Tell me I'm his future.

Thirty-six, I always like to squat down and look at the traces of time on the ground, like a row of ants, across my memory.

Thirty-seven, let you be crazy without me, let me be strong in the world without you.

38. Some people will be engraved in their memories forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.

Thirty-nine, if one day I don't bother you, if one day, there is no me in your life, no phone call every day, no concern every day, and no small temper every day. I showed everything, you know, know, know, finally moved, but I left. Strange today, familiar yesterday.

Forty or four seasons alternate back and forth, time makes us mature, and maturity takes back our courage.

Forty-one, I found that some people are always obsessed with their own kindness to others, and they are often unhappy; And some people always cling to others' kindness to themselves and are always grateful. For interpersonal relationships, you don't have to worry about your contribution to others, but you can get close to happiness by paying attention to others' concern for yourself.

Forty-two, the most lonely photo taken, the Ferris wheel in the middle of the night, is lonely and bright.

43. The loneliness of the night has buried the light of tomorrow. So you are afraid of the night, but you are rare. Because you never know what you want.