I suddenly knew something. I'm confused. Tell me about it.

1. Some things, after vicissitudes, began to disappear without a trace. Once, no matter how tight you hold it, you will eventually lose it. And we are getting old. Love, like the wind behind your ears, blows gently. In the end, we will still have nothing. It turns out that no one will belong to whom, forever! Life is a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. At the moment, there is nothing I can do. Maybe there's nothing I can do.

It's a struggle that it doesn't snow in winter. My mind overflowed to birds, and I looked at the distant scenery. Without parting, there would be no lovesickness. No one is thinner than the yellow flower, and there will be no place thinner. It's only a matter of time before we meet again. Nothing can explain tenderness except flowers and the moon. Meeting is a thousand years' practice in the last life, making a tree blossom and fall, with your name under your pillow, quietly intoxicated. Miss you through the moonlight and invite you to dream.

3. How many times do I need to miss and remember to get through the loneliness in my heart? The touch in the soul is still registered and continues to this day, connecting two straight lines that have already crossed. I am thinking, who will easily forget each other and be left behind in the vast torrent?

4. Have fun and step on glitz. The world can't find so much dependence on life and death, and there is not so much for granted. A sad and depressed person is always himself. I used to think that everything should be cherished. I always feel that fate is hard-won, and any mistakes and mistakes are not worth forgiving. Yes, along the way, we still miss a lot of fate, and what we have is still lost bit by bit.

I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, turned around all the way, with endless aftertaste and shed tears. I turned my heart into dew, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, and fell asleep, waiting for the morning light in the afterlife to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, as gentle as jade and with clear eyes, just like Ying Ying when I first saw him?

6. What I once thought would last forever turned out to be just a misunderstanding. I used to think that I would lose the whole world without you, but now that you are gone, my world is still there. It turns out that losing a person has nothing to do with the world; It turns out that I have been feeling inferior again; So I gave you a chance to hurt. In fact, no one can live without anyone. I won't keep doing this. No one can hurt me if I don't want to.

7. A melody rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated to tenderness and poetry all my life, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.

8. It is easy to give up. I know I've caused him trouble now. I don't want to. I am sorry to see that he is absent-minded at work now. He said he felt guilty knowing that I cried for him again and again. In fact, there is absolutely no need to feel guilty. It is a very happy thing to have a heart that likes others. As the song goes, thank you for making me love you.

9. Sometimes, when you are vulnerable, you want to hide alone and don't want others to see your wounds; Sometimes, I long for others' care and simple happiness; Sometimes, when you hear an old song, you will suddenly think of someone; Sometimes, in the dead of night, I suddenly feel lonely and deep into my bone marrow; Sometimes, I really want to indulge myself and hope that I can get drunk once.

10. Fireworks are like a story, but what we want most is not. After years of baptism, they have matured. The heart can no longer have no direction, nor can it follow one's inclinations. Believe in the beauty of life, this is an elegy without words, full of cold loneliness, is the heart wet by rain still there? Count the fallen leaves in front of the door. You are the most beautiful note in this season.

1 1. Look around, there are many people, and slowly disperse. A lot of things fade away. On some sections, you can only walk quietly alone; It's a little bitter. I'm the only one who can't help but taste it. Life is short, I hope someone will give me a lifetime of indulgence. Don't be too hard on yourself, some people don't deserve your attention; Some things don't need to be engraved in memory all the time. Don't wait until there is nothing you can do, and then choose to let nature take its course.

12. I often inadvertently think of someone I used to be, not forgetting, but letting go. Those who don't want to tell anyone are lurking in the dark corner. Escape is not necessarily too much to hide, and the face is not necessarily the most uncomfortable; Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy, and it may not last long if you get it; Losing is not necessarily gone, and turning is not necessarily the weakest.

13. The truth will hurt us for a while, and lies will hurt us for a lifetime. Missing is only a moment, but missing is a lifetime. There is a kind of love that you love deeply but can't say, and there is a kind of love that you want to give up but can't. Slowly, you realize the taste of your love. Many things didn't feel bitter at the time, but you can see them clearly afterwards. It's funny that many things haven't been experienced, but it's funny when they have.

14. Because we don't want to get hurt, we put on masks and arms, trying to hide our fragile side. However, no matter how strong a person is, there must be weaknesses in his heart, which will be broken at the touch and hurt at the touch. The more we hide, the more we will be exposed when we are discovered. The more we dare not face the pain, the more painful the stabbed wound is.

15. Some people will be engraved in their memories forever. Even if they forget their faces, they remember all their feelings. Time goes by, and the years go back and forth; Samsara changes, ups and downs remain the same, but this heart that remembers the past. In the past, ups and downs were difficult to achieve; It's fleeting, and things are different. What can be left seems to be only that unforgettable, unforgettable and unforgettable story.