Goodbye, my love prose

night, shrouded in darkness, alone, with stars.

Moon, hidden in a bit of cloud, dare not poke her head out easily for fear of disturbing the silence.

a person, listening to sad love songs, remembers your dribs and drabs, and you can't forget them if you want to forget them. Is it true that you are in deep love, drunk for months, hurting your heart, and leaving people who are homesick empty and sad?

once, you drew a prison for me, and you were willing to spend your whole life with me forever.

once, I was an alliance with heaven and earth, and I was willing to give my soul for you.

Now, you and I are far apart, so we can only say "take care" to bid farewell to the fate of this world. Isn't it true that you and my name have not been engraved on the Sansheng stone, so this life is doomed to leave?

a tear has drained everything from you and me, but it can't stop the pain of lovesickness. Is it only heartache that can prove the depth of love, and only tears can understand that the heart has been broken?

I know that our love can only wait hard, so why should I fight for it? Knowing that you and I are just passers-by on the lonely road, why should I suffer? I asked the moon, and the moon was speechless. I asked the breeze, which was silent and could only spread my lonely mood all over the sky.

Maybe, in life, each of us will miss a lot. Looking back suddenly, your words are lingering in my ears, as warm as the spring breeze. In the face of your stupid eyes, I can't believe that there is too much helplessness and sadness behind this tenderness. If I raise 3 thousand, can I still meet you? Who will be your companion in the future? Who wiped the silent tears for you? Who will talk to you when you are full of worries?

Think of your smiling face, those deja vu pictures, vague figures, and beautiful stories woven by * * *. I wonder if you still remember that unforgettable love, the story that belongs to you and me, will you forget it?

I miss those unsuspecting corners, listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling alone, and only in those fates that don't belong to me can I know that the pain is only due to the concern in my heart. Listening to a song of love and hatred makes your world drunk and hurts my heart.

even if I am blind, I can't see. Feel your heartbeat, have you crossed the world of mortals? Although I was on the shore, I waited for you for a long time and was hurt by love for so long. Only then can I understand that your feelings are like flowers that have fallen out in winter, which makes me disorganized.

are you cold on such a night? I want to know who you are carving for such a night. Don't say you still love me, don't say I'm the only one for you, I'd rather you be cold to the end, don't let me have any illusions. Tear my heart out for you and forget you completely. And those damn promises turned into beautiful lies in the end.

why pretend to sigh when you have changed your mind? I walked silently, but I couldn't look back. I might as well just forget you.

goodbye, my love. As long as you live a happy life, even if you give my soul, you have no regrets. Neither wind nor rain can wake up my sleeping dream. As long as you are in my dream, I can fill my empty and lonely heart.

goodbye, my love. What if you can't hold your hand and grow old with your son in this life? As long as I pay silently for you, I am satisfied.

suddenly feel so tired

suddenly feel so tired. Never before had a tired, tired body, tired heart. Suddenly, I have no strength to support, and I don't know how to be good.

I suddenly feel so tired. Like what's missing from life? What is more. If it doesn't happen, then we can forget everything before we go our separate ways. However, how can we do nothing?

I suddenly feel so tired. Suddenly want to escape, escape from everyone, go to a place where no one knows me, live a quiet life and watch the scenery without you.

I suddenly feel so tired. I thought you knew everything I gave, and you would understand it. Now I realize that I was wrong. It was all wrong, completely wrong. If I had known this at the beginning, I would have kept silent and never said anything.

I suddenly feel so tired. I just feel inexplicably sad and suddenly very tired, but I can't get myself out of it, crying so sad in my heart, but it's incomprehensible.

I suddenly feel so tired. Are you tired? How many times have I asked myself and you at the same time! Love, should it continue? Or should it end? Maybe it should be over long ago. Tears can be silent, and the disappearance of love can be so free and easy? Time stopped at this moment! Can the heart that loves you stop at this moment? Is it okay? I asked hard! But there is no answer from you!

I suddenly feel so tired. Quiet night, added a loneliness to me, a loneliness! Then I just need to leave myself alone to enjoy this loneliness again. This loneliness, this tranquility, seems to remind me of your voice, and when I want to find your figure in the dark, I feel that you are like air, and I can't catch you, just as you can't catch my beating but wobbly heart! And you can't see the pain in my heart, and you can't see the scars in my heart either!

I suddenly feel so tired! Love, can't say pain, I have to endure not to say; Tears, can you stop it from falling? I can't, because I'm already in tears. I don't know how long it will take me to really forget you. I don't know if I have the courage to miss you. However, I know that my love and heartache will accompany me for a long, long time. What will tomorrow be like? I only know that in my heart, I will secretly collect you and let myself relive the loneliness of missing you in the dark.

I suddenly feel so tired. This ending is sad for me, and I really want to try to change it! !

I suddenly feel so tired. Knocking on the keyboard, I heard my helpless breathing! Heard the heart-rending cry! Memories are beautiful! But now my heart is painful! There is only endless sadness!

I suddenly feel so tired. In the past, in blowing in the wind, time passed in the night, and the night was already deep, but I was still alone in the lonely night. < P > Suddenly I felt very tired. Sad music, listen quietly. The end is so melancholy, so vicissitudes are accompanied by a little sadness. Listening to the tears unconsciously flowing down! I don't like this life! I'm tired of it! But there is no choice! !

I suddenly feel so tired. Now I'm tired-my heart is tired, and my heart, which has been busy for a long time but can't be calm, finally gets only a stop, not a short rest. Heartache passed, tears flowed, and the lonely night still accompanied me. In 211, the sky was still gloomy. In the painful days, I lived a low-key life and forced a smile, but the pain could not stop!

I suddenly feel so tired ...

Only after the pain, do I know that loving myself is a certain thing

Every profound person will bring you a habit of not knowing whether it is good or bad. For example, when you wake up every day, you will say to yourself, Love yourself well, and someone will love you; For example, learn to talk to someone or talk to yourself when every cold night attacks; For another example, carefully examine the passers-by who pass by, and you are worried about whether there will be a familiar figure.

since when did you get used to visiting bookstores to calm your mood? Probably on the night he broke up, you couldn't stop crying on the bus, and you couldn't stand the pity or surprised eyes of other passengers. You got off the bus and ran into a bookstore, holding a book "Love Yourself" and curled up on the shelf crying. There is a sentence in it that makes you start to wipe your tears: love is the greatest loneliness.

You think abandoned people should feel inferior, so you once painted a stunning face that is not your age. You believe that your sense of security and self-confidence come from the love of others, so you try your best to ask people around you how good you are and then be satisfied with those positive answers; You desperately want others to understand the sadness of your lovelorn love, so you use tears to render it over and over again. The counselor went to talk to you, but you hysterically said, "Men don't have a good thing" in front of the male teacher with a happy family like a dissatisfied housewife. He asked you to read a diary written by a few-year-old girl in Weibo about her and an "ambiguous object", which also included a sentence "A man has no good thing". You smiled disapprovingly after reading it, saying that children now know what love is. But you heard the counselor say, "What do you think of her, just as I think of you now." You didn't want to be convinced, but you could only be dumb. Love in the flower season is very dreamy, and it is naive after all before returning to daily necessities.

You begin to learn to accept loneliness, because time flies so fast that you are caught off guard. The river of youth is full of the fragrance of peach blossoms on the shore. You walk back and forth along the river bank and see more and more people jumping into the river and disappearing. You don't know whether you should wait for someone to take you away or jump in, but you are helpless and attached. Finally, when the fallen flowers bring despair and loneliness, whether you like it or not, the torrent of time will take you away and take you there.

Until you walk back to the dormitory from the library alone with your lovely shadow, complete the trip agreed by two people alone, sit in the hospital and stare at the infusion bottle overhead, and when you close your eyes, there will be no more vague face disobedient, and you will know that love is just the loneliness that is just taboo and put on hold forever.

Therefore, you feel relieved that there are too many passers-by in life, and not everyone has the privilege to tell you where to go, how to admit your mistakes, and learn to thank those who make you grow up. You used to chew the past repeatedly to comfort the present, and you can't help sighing. At such an age, it seems that everything around you will be abandoned if you don't want it. Only by letting trivial injuries overflow wantonly can you deserve to have youth and let the past live in the past.

many years later, maybe you are used to the hustle and bustle of the city, and can't wait for a night at the seaside to watch the sunrise, but you can easily meet a sunset and stop alone to enjoy it as if you were enjoying yourself at that time, and you won't remember who still owes you a sunrise. After the flower season is over, stick to it until it is ruined. You always believe that loving yourself is a sure thing.

Life has given me too much heavy pressure

Life has given me too much heavy pressure, and I tried my best to accept it. However, I failed again and again. I really can't face this cruel world and cruel reality. I cried and laughed hard, and between crying and laughing, I lost completely ...

There are too many things in my heart, and I have too much depression. !

I really miss that when we were in school, we were so happy and strong, as if our happiness and strength were the only ones left in the whole world. I don't know if it was the carefree before I started to defect when thousands of troops crossed the wooden bridge, or if I betrayed that innocent carefree and then I fell off the wooden bridge stepped by countless predecessors. I only know that my whole body is aching, my numb heart, and I coldly watched my former schoolmate swagger past me, leaving my helpless tears and my broken heart behind them ... < P > When I work, I work so coldly, without my previous heartbeat and surge, my blood flows quietly, and my heartbeat is still 72 times a minute, but I can't feel it. Full of resentment, I struck the backboard hard, even though I couldn't see where the backboard was, so my tears ran down my cheeks. No one had ever seen it, just like the invisible backboard, which hurt my heart ... < P > After reading Jing M.Guo's Goodbye at Dawn and How Many Flowers Fall in My Dream, my heart was stung again and again, and I seemed to see the one who fought back and forth in the battlefield of the college entrance examination. However, I have no tears to shed. I watched my broken heart bloody, and then sneered at it. After scarring, it was cruelly peeled off, which kept him in pain. At least in this way, I can know that I am still alive, my heart can still beat, and I am still a life ...

If life can be repeated

I often meet some old people, who are often nostalgic for life in their twilight years. All their lives, it seems that they always explore life in hope, appreciate the connotation of life in dedication and get the pleasure of life in dedication. At the same time, they also appreciate the loneliness and pain, loneliness and helplessness of life in a difficult and tortuous living environment. They even cursed life, complained about life and doubted the value and significance of life. But when the candle of their life is about to burn out, the light of life is about to go out, and the fire of life is about to burn out, they all miss the beauty of life and the color of life, hoping that their life can be extended indefinitely, even endlessly.

how important life is to everyone. Live, as long as you live well, live meaningfully, live with color and weight, the value of life can be truly displayed.

When a person is hit and hurt by an accident, he may have doubted about life, but after the rain clears, when the troubles and sorrows disappear, he will find that the pain of life is only temporary, while the happiness that life gives him is eternal.

When a person is tortured and devastated by illness, he may have been pessimistic about his life. When the clouds are gone and the pain and loneliness disappear, he will appreciate the greatness and infinity of life and know how to cherish his life.

Only by knowing the value of life, the difficulty of life and the value of life can you truly decipher the meaning of life.

Life is only once for us, and it is also short. A person was born from the womb and went through the stages of childhood, adolescence, youth, middle age and old age. I didn't know what life was when I was young, and I was almost unconscious about life; Childhood is hazy about life, and I don't know where life comes from and where it goes. When I was a teenager, I began to read life for the first time, but the concept of life was too magical, full of color, showing temptation, only enjoying the infinite fun of life, but I didn't know what was limited; When I was young, I often regarded my life as a bet, as a plaything, as a javelin and as a flag. I like to rush here and there, but most of them are too blind and lack clear goals. When I was in middle age, I began to read the connotation of life, only to know that the past has passed quickly, and there is not much time in the future. There are still many ways to go and many things to do, so I desperately pursue the past time and strive to complete the unfinished business, but it seems that I am unable to do it. In old age, I feel that time flies, life is like a dream, and time is like gold, so I cherish and cherish it, and I remember and miss it more.

when you don't cherish life, life passes silently like water.

cherish the days when life is as precious as gold.

Life is colorful and monotonous; Life is intriguing, but also very helpless. Because the concept of life is different, the attitude of life is different, and the understanding and feeling of life are different.

"If life could be repeated.