Single man, tell me.

1. It's snowing outside the window. Make a cup of coffee and hold it until it gets cold, then I know I'm thinking about you again. How can you understand my expectations!

I am willing to give everything I should, except to let you know that my heart hurts.

When they can't meet, they miss each other. But once we meet, once we walk together again, we will torture each other.

4. An independent fork in the road not only points to life. When youth is over, it's not just the heart that is hurt by the fragments left by carelessness. Missing is fruitless and finally torrential.

In fact, I've been waiting for you. When you lean on my shoulder and tell me, will one day, your tenderness belongs to me, and I won't make you sad or cry again!

6. Lonely people will always think of everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I will always think of you endlessly every night when the stars fall and count my loneliness over and over again.

7. On my way, I looked around and found that there seemed to be no one walking with me in the empty street.

8. In countless sleepless nights, I believe many people will habitually close their eyes, miss a person quietly and miss a face. In their hearts, it may be enough to have such a person to miss.

9. Death teaches everything, just like the results announced after the exam-although it suddenly dawned, it was too late.

10. After leaving, I think you should not forget one thing: don't forget to miss me. When you miss me, don't forget that I miss you too.

1 1. Love is broken, I can't tie it, try to let go, go or not, stay or not, I don't want to understand.

12. When tomorrow becomes today, yesterday, and finally a day that is no longer important in memory, we suddenly find ourselves unconsciously pushed forward by time. This is not the illusion that we are moving forward when we are in a stationary train and staggered with the adjacent trains, but that we are really growing up and becoming another ourselves in this matter.

13. Is it youth? I just met you on the road, but I didn't know you were leaving soon. Perhaps, too young love, we are all on the journey of growth, blindly unable to find the direction, stumbling towards the distant. An encounter is a thin and indifferent fate, and a gorgeous opening is endless destruction.

14. You have your pains, we have our pains, you have your blessings, and we have our blessings. Don't think that you are unfortunate, and don't think that others are happy. Everyone's life is different, and everyone's path is different.