Time is a one-way street. Once it's over, you can't go back. We are eager to be understood, but we are afraid to be seen through. So many times, we would rather be misunderstood than explained. There will always be some involuntary departures in life, and they will revert to the past inadvertently. It is never the scenery that grows old in a hurry, but the memories you give, or this memory will never grow old. There will always be people in life who don't care when you care most. There will always be something that you don't pay attention to when you value it most, and there will always be something that you don't cherish when you value it most, just like there will always be a place that you miss most, so when those sincerity and persistence in our hearts are completely torn apart, we may be sad and heartbroken, but there is no need to be sad. People who know life will choose to believe. Once, we thought we would never alienate some people, but now, some things are unexpectedly weak.
A good relationship is not chasing but cherishing, not pestering but being casual, not playing but cherishing. We can speak freely or be silent, because we know each other in our hearts, we can get along in the west, or we can not see each other for a long time, because our love is always there. Shallow encounter, deep acquaintance, silent commitment, silent joy.
If one day I disappear.
Do you miss me?
If one day, I disappear.
Will you regret not cherishing each other at the beginning?
If one day, I disappear.
Will you shout my name?
If one day, I disappear.
Will you read every paragraph I write carefully?
Will you look for my bits and pieces in the text?
I believe in true love.
Even if it is fleeting.
Will still be unforgettable
I will still regard it as eternity.
In the world of love
Sometimes a helpless turn
You will plant a pain that you will never forget.
Until the bone marrow
If there ever comes a day when
I hid our past.
Please don't cry.
If you cry,
My heart really hurts.
It's really heartbreaking
Until it gets hurt.
Maybe one day.
I can change my style.
I'll put it in your ear carefully and tell you.
I'm fine; I'm really fine.
Love each other
It is also our most helpless sigh
The bitter fruit of love
We are doomed to be incompatible in this life.
Love to the depths without regrets.
My pen is stuck on the edge of entanglement.
Fatigue is approaching me.
Gradually devouring my precarious words.
probably
Maybe in a light-year
Between you and me.
Will suddenly flash emotions. Flying pen
To fill that once incomplete circle/edge.
If one day.
When you never see me again
therefore
Please take care of yourself.
Because of your happiness.
It is my greatest wish in my life.
If one day, I disappear.
Will you miss you as much as I do Would you?
There are also deep feelings and shallow relationships.
If one day I leave quietly and go to heaven or hell, only my old name will be left in this world. At that time, who can pay homage to me?
It's cloudy and rainy in Mao Mao. I am like a lonely soul at a loss, wandering aimlessly in the bustling crowd. I want to open the shackles of the spirit through shopping, but I can still write it on my face coldly and engrave my indifference in my heart.
At this time, how many couples should be very much in love in the nest, how many couples are lingering in the play ... In the face of happy people, my heart suddenly sank. I think if one day I leave, who will remember me? How long can you remember?
How many things have ended before they have started;
How many friends are strangers before getting familiar with them;
How many predestinations have been separated before meeting;
How many passions have been extinguished before they are ignited.
Tears flow a thousand times when the heart moves.
If my heart aches, my tears will turn to Wang Yang.
The tired soul led the mechanical body back to its humble abode temporarily, only to find that it still had a smile on its face. Who knows that the person who laughs the most is actually the person who hides his sadness the deepest?
Light a cigarette and watch the smoke ring drift away; Listen to a song and spin with it.
I don't like talking, but I can listen to others patiently. He (she) regards me as a bosom friend and tells me his (her) thoughts and everything. The speaker is relieved, but the listener is a little heavy.
Night fell, and it was raining in Mao Mao. Others, probably all asleep. Only I watched the roof numb and miserable, lonely and sinking. Waiting for dawn in humble hope and despair, but I seem to have been stabbed by something tonight.
This song is very affectionate. "Do you know I'm waiting for you ..."
Night, suddenly become so long; Heart, suddenly it's so cold. Tears, unwillingly down the face.
How far can I peep through the silent darkness? Is there anyone who faces me across the sea every other day?
The song is like a cry, "Tired of me, is it fate, and you rely on ..."
After all, I am still me, and I can't walk into other people's dreams.
Open the internet, familiar names, how much joy and madness are in memory. If I leave, my body will turn to ashes. I want to bury my soul in the virtual cyberspace. Maybe this is my watch.
If one day, I really leave, who can pay tribute to me?
If one day, the lyrics of a song in Essay 4 say, "All my pains are blowing in the wind, but I feel so sad. Years have left me with deeper confusion. In this sunny spring, tears can't help but flow down. Maybe one day, I No Country for Old Men, please leave me at that time. If one day I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring. "
Every time I hear this, I can't stop thinking about the time when no one cares, but I am still free and happy. Although I was young and ignorant, at least I had fantasies about love and a longing for the future, but that time was as short as a flower.
If I can, I want to stay away from this world, away from all the right and wrong in the world, and be my true self with a quiet heart.
Cry if you want, and laugh happily. You can love and hate as much as you like. You don't have to wear a mask to struggle in the world.
Just be a secular spectator, see all the prosperity and die freely.
If I can, I want to find a place far away from the noise. There is a small wooden house that doesn't need to face the sea, but it is warm in spring in bloom, with mountains and water.
When insects are singing and birds are singing, you can watch the sunrise, the sunset glow and the moonlight at night. You can stay quietly with the person you love, stay aloof from the rest of the world, and watch the clouds roll and the flowers fall in bloom.
If you can, love like this, don't care about the immediate injury, and devote yourself vigorously until the end of time;
If you can, just stick to it, regardless of all the opposing voices, and complete your dreams without hesitation;
If you can, just go on like this, regardless of all complicated obstacles, carry your bags on your back until you find the end point in your heart;
If I can, I miss you so much. I don't care how far apart you are. I care about each other deeply from beginning to end.
Just, that's just if, any persistence, there will be so many secular consequences, and life is short.
The reality has already booked the rest of our lives, and many things can only be buried deep in our hearts, even if it hurts our hearts and we think of obsession.
Many times, we are lonely and enjoy this feeling inexplicably, but it was in Me Before You.
At that time, I was just a simple and beautiful woman. I just feel lonely on the surface. I can laugh and cry mercilessly, but I can't explain the true meaning of loneliness.
But suddenly one day, I was caught off guard and immersed in your eyes. Since then, you and the loneliness you brought have been stationed in my heart.
People say that loneliness without love is not loneliness, so is love silence another kind of loneliness?
You said I gave people a mysterious feeling. In fact, this is not mysterious, this is loneliness, this is shyness, and what is often hidden behind is the most transparent and pure heart.
Simple thoughts, simple love, when you are hurt, you simply hide in the corner and cry silently, and don't want anyone to know your vulnerability.
I want to be happy, but I often feel sad until dawn for one sentence. I will laugh in front of people and make people around me happy, but I am lonely after people.
Those beautiful words can't express my feelings, but you don't understand me. That kind of love to the extreme is silence, and when it hurts, it is the realm of silence.
I had hoped to find someone who really understood me, but I really did. what can I do? Maybe after I understand, I won't cherish it anymore, but we will return to the original point.
Suddenly, I will be very afraid of such a thing. When I have it, it will hurt to lose it again.
Many people, before they met, passed by with multiple doubts. Although they regretted it, they missed it, but they already missed it.
Everyone has the right to choose. Some people have the courage to face everything, while others just run away.
If love is only burning cigarettes, let it be a memory. Trading my heart for someone else's is just a unilateral beautiful and sincere heart.
You may not get a sincere response. This world may be too realistic. Martians should be careful. They need to adapt slowly, get injured and recover.
This process may take a long time, use up the rest of your earth time to miss and forget, or it may be short, wake up after a hangover.
After that, I will learn to protect myself and build a hard shell, no matter how fragile the essence is, just to find a barrier that I think is solid.
I won't reveal my feelings to others again. From then on, I will only smile in the shadow of neon lights and feel lonely in the dim light.
Light a cigarette and stare silently out of the window. No sorrow, no joy. Tonight, there are no bright stars.
If one day essay 5 always wakes up in the middle of the night, she is very confused, and the road ahead is desolate, with no direction, and she once had a dream. My heart used to be in YOLO, but it slowly became cold in the ruthless reality. I used to be full of pride, I used to embrace the sunrise, and I used to have dreams. Do you remember that I used to be like a flower when the frost of the years brushed my cheek mercilessly? Do you remember when I was happy?
-As beautiful as snow
What will you do if you lose me one day? Ask yourself over and over again in your mind that the future is indescribable and force yourself not to think about it. Why is your passionate heart repeatedly hurt? You said that I am the only sunshine in your life, and only I can illuminate your life. I hold high the flame of love, take you across the desert, find an oasis, and walk into the hall of happiness.
If one day you lose me, I will no longer spoil you like a child, decorate your dreams, spoil you, treat you as a baby, pester you, long for your tenderness, call you all day and call you husband sweetly. Will it hurt? Will your heart break? When I think about the future, I am confused, extremely afraid and have no direction. Your flowery face is engraved in my soul, and your tearful face is a grief that I can't heal all my life.
Your heart is longing. You said you would take me to that beautiful church, where a priest would ask me devoutly if you would be your bride. I have seen this scene many times in my dream, but every time before I say I do, the dream loses its original state. The church is empty, and happiness blooms like a flower without you. I am the only one clinging to my dream, surrounded by darkness, silence and desolation.
In the endless night, I touched your gentle face again, kissed you gently and told you that I really want to be your bride forever. You said you had a hunch that you would eventually lose me. You know, when I heard this, my face was smiling, but there were already tears in my heart. Why can't I escape the cycle of fate? Why can't I change love for the rest of my life? Why can't I spend my whole life with you even if I spend fireworks? Why even if I give up everything, I can't watch the ebb and flow with you? Why have you seen the ending before you start? Is it a helpless result?
It is difficult to fall asleep in the dead of night. Being alone like snow will always hurt yourself, and tears will flow in the quiet night. Thinking that you and I are so sad, I can't imagine that you will lose me. You can get used to those days without me. How can I bear to let you get hurt again? Your wound is like a knife, which cuts heavily on my heart. Since I can't heal your heart, how can I carve an incurable emotional injury on you for life?
If one day I am tired, will you lend me a shoulder to lean on?
If one day I cry, will you dry my tears and grieve with me?
If one day I am unhappy, will you make me happy and go crazy with me?
If one day my mind is rich, will you accompany me in a daze? Let the damn idea go.
If my home is boring one day, would you like to go shopping with me? Eat my favorite snacks.
If my sky turns gray one day, would you like to watch the sunrise and count the stars with me?
If one day my world becomes dark, will you raise the sun in your heart for me?
If one day I have a hard heart, will you help me and take me out of the tight encirclement?
If one day we come to reality from the internet and find that there is a distance, will you still care about me as always and not dislike me?
If one day I send you a message, and you don't respond with excitement, or even disturb your life, will you find that I no longer like to communicate with people and talk?
If one day I call you and you say a few words in a hurry and then hang up, I think my voice is so harsh. Do you know that mobile phones are no longer important to me, and they are no longer dispensable?
If one day my smile can no longer infect your happiness, will you find that my smile has gradually decreased since then?
If one day my tears can no longer make you sad and overwhelmed, will you find that I have become stronger and more mature since then?
If one day what I have done for you can no longer impress you, will you find that you are not the original you and I am not the original me?
Maybe one day, we will become the most familiar strangers, and maybe we will never leave.
Maybe one day, you have a better and more important friend than me and ignore me. Maybe I am still the most important one in your heart.
Maybe one day you choose to disappear from my life quietly, or maybe you have been holding my hand and not letting go.
Maybe one day our vows will become lies, and maybe our agreement will last until the end of our lives without breaking it.
Maybe a corner will let us leave back to back, or maybe we are still waiting for each other in the old place.
But in any case, I have to face the test and reality. There is nothing that can't pass, only the mood that can't pass. There are cracks in my life, just to let the sun shine in.
Actually, I don't expect much, but I hope-we agreed. Hook for a hundred years, crazy together, whoever lets go first is the puppy.