1, heart, lonely by a string of memories; Love, lingering in a memory; Trouble is like dust, or it can be like a flower. I know that some beauty is warm in my heart; Some past, quiet, is the best. Accustomed to quietly turning some thoughts into warmth, pointing to the place and downplaying abortion; Looking back, ten fingers turn into incense; Don't think about right and wrong, right and wrong, let the past go with the wind and miss agarwood.
2. Time flies. I leaned against the window, listening to the monsoon and feeling the autumn coming as scheduled. That's my favorite sight. Birds fly in the blue sky from time to time. Can you take my thoughts to your pillow? Who knows, you can't hide your sadness in the peach blossom smile, and the clothes pity you. The sadness of wandering all my life is full of dusty ink. How can I miss you?
But I am never sad, because a hermit came in late autumn, and his mood is exactly the same as mine. Under the leisurely Nanshan Mountain, we met unexpectedly, and then we became brothers and drank a cup of turbid wine in the mountains. Is it my true nature to smell incense all over Chang 'an? I am far away from the prosperity, guarding my plain water, smiling and safe.
4, a little bit of residual flowers wet eyebrows, tired Fang Feidie does not return, tears fly with flowers, empty to provoke a season of lotus flowers. In the summer, I went to Qiu Lai, where the purple stranger fills the air, the maple leaves are yellow, and the acacia willows are lost; The rain broke the cold pond and made the bridge sadder. The water on the green slate flows by itself, and the oil-paper umbrella stares at you in vain. However, like yesterday's stumbling, reluctant attachment, a piece of missing condensed in the eyebrows, scattered in every lonely night.
5. Read all the distant mountains and willows, and carve the years with your pen. This is a quatrain that I have always admired. I am still silent and pious in the world, such as some proverbs: If you are quiet and far away, you will be indifferent to Zhi Ming. Always tell yourself not to worry too much, so that you can think you are strong and stubborn. I believe that being too emotional is a complex interaction.
6. The cold wind is slow, the dead leaves are mottled, and the green frost in the corner begins to turn white again. How many infatuated dreams are staged in front of my eyes again and again, and I am hurt all over. Rugged stone steps, rotten wooden doors, dilapidated alleys, maybe only I still like the grass and trees here. The wind has stopped raging, and the moon is quietly emitting cold light. I kneel in front of this dilapidated door, holding your favorite red leaves in my hand. I climbed up the withered red leaves and sang a sad song gently.
7. In the distance, through the dim light flashing at the end of the sleepy river, I stared at the vague scene, danced lightly with the coolness of my fingertips, and felt the pain of spinning cocoons. Who will use it to be full of tenderness and tenderness for that old heart in the years?
8. Gently step on the dead leaves under your feet, silently stare at the city under the neon, and suddenly feel more emotions in your eyes? Care? Give up?
9. How firm this feeling is, I don't sleep. In the cold moonlight and cold autumn wind, I floated with long sleeves, arched my trembling body and looked up at the gloomy stars on the horizon. If you were still here, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable.
10, how many mottled alleys I walked through, wandering under the vicissitudes of old trees again and again, walking on the edge of missing, quietly listening to the sound of erhu dismissed in the autumn wind, slowly, I closed my eyes and walked with bumpy steps, looking for, looking for songs that reminded me of missing.
1 1. In my mind, there is infinite melancholy and inexplicable emptiness. In the early morning of winter, there is no sunshine, and spring is far away. Just like the kind of sticky parting, the eyes of the sky are gray and dark, and I look at them sadly, choking and sour, and suddenly I can't understand the truth of life.
12, in the melancholy of the night, I used delicate words to recall the happiness of my childhood, appreciate the four seasons of my mood, and indulge in the past fleeting years. The sealed memories are opened one by one, and the picture is like the film of a black-and-white movie, which is slowly played back in my mind with homesickness, dribs and drabs, bringing out infinite homesickness and faint sadness under the tapping of the keyboard.
13, like to enjoy the tranquility of writing alone in the deep dusk; Like to relax nervous nerves in soothing music; I like the sense of tranquility brought by cicadas in the sunset; I like watching sad movies, enjoying sad words alone, enjoying all sad stories, and describing loneliness at night with sad words.
14, the eyelids are still in a trance, and the tears in winter are very bleak and cold. I have a yearning that I can't stop, cutting my heart, spreading my palm again and catching the streamer. As for you, I am far away from the curtain of time and space, and I only try my best to breathe the faint blue, slowly infiltrating my heart, growing all wet memories and slipping from my temples.
15, capture the moment of life, try my best to keep it, and finally slip away like a rabbit, tossing and turning in the image I miss. Elegance refers to quicksand, which has been aging for some time. So, what about my time? What about your time? In a blink of an eye, everything is precipitated in the dream, and there are countless sorrows.
16, walk in the world of mortals and laugh at the stories in the depths of the fleeting time! Happy, sad, melancholy, helpless, desolate, like a movie, constantly circulating! Gradually, I seemed to realize something, but I was awakened by this damn cold wind from that moment, wrapped my coat helplessly and walked slowly forward under the mapping of dim street lights!
17, youth is a beautiful sadness. Those cities with plain faces, those washed faces, all fell in the wheel of fate. From then on, those who pass by will turn around in different fates and crawl in different scars. Did you cry when the train rumbled and crushed our beautiful youth?
18, the long years are like a song without a name, but there are endless thoughts and endless regrets in the song. There is too much helplessness hidden in the song, but there will always be a day when it will go with the wind. Open the dusty memory, can you clearly identify your young face on the title page? Perhaps that young face, even we have forgotten ourselves, so we didn't continue to bow our heads and sigh to sleep in the swaying time.
19. Walking on the road of life, as lonely people, we often move forward with an indifferent attitude, but from the initial meeting to the moment of parting, we will always know. There are countless laughs and whispers, but I can't reach the two lines of tears when I wave.
20, the breeze is drunk, and a roll of heart is listening. Stumbling along the dark path, thinking of a charming old lamp with a small window, sighing the empty sound of broken buildings. In the sad song, in the wet mood, I plucked the strings of memories, and only I was quietly tasting the lonely taste, and my mouth rose coldly.
Sad English _ Sad Sentence
1. If you walk, you will be scattered and your memory will fade; Watch, you are tired and the stars are dim; Listen, I woke up and started complaining; Looking back, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was confused.
My world is so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'. You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable.
3. In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years.
PS: I will never be so brave again in my life, for you. ...
4. One person's indifference adds another person's difficulties, one person's loyalty adds another person's deception, one person's contribution adds another person's plunder, one person's conviction adds another person's perfunctory. Love is one person plus another, but one plus one does not equal two, just as you add me, it does not equal us. This feeling is called sex ... if you forget to wake up, I'd rather close my eyes first.
When you say you are not good, I feel very painful and don't know how to comfort you. When you say you are drunk, I feel miserable, unable to control myself and confused. My language is too pale, but my heart hurts because of everything you say. Too many can't, don't want to, want to leave, leave this painful you. On the other hand, it is too difficult to empathize with others. I only care about my love. I forgot to leave, once and for all, I am used to having you, I am used to loving everything about you.
6. Many past events have become so blurred before our eyes. What we once believed, insisted on, and always believed, in fact, there was nothing, nothing ... suddenly we found ourselves stupid. I swear, I laughed until tears came down. Laughing at us for being so stupid, we are always repeating some injuries, and no one can avoid being discovered by pain. But I have been expecting until I am disappointed, then expecting and then disappointed. ...
7. Accustomed to insomnia, accustomed to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my light blue clothes. Get used to sleeping with your partner. Get used to being alone in a room, holding a fluffy bear and sleeping alone. Accustomed to eating salty, accustomed to the salt of the wound, it spread a little in my heart. I am used to looking at the sky and sitting alone in the well of love, reading poems about you.
Ps: Go ahead. I'm always used to being alone.
8. Who can't make public their feelings, who pretends to be brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting at night, suddenly becomes savage when breathing, and love comes first. Love comes first, with a little regret blocking these shoulders, like a pair of wings hiding, it's already dark, love comes first, people don't understand this, they were never satisfied, love comes first, and then count after sadness. ...
9. I am used to waiting, so I can't resist standing back to the original point of waiting in reincarnation. I don't know how long it will take to see the answer; I don't know, so how long do I have to wait for the result? Miss, very light, that's because I can't see the result of miss. Perhaps, missing doesn't need results, it just proves that someone once existed in my heart. Can you give me a proof that it once existed?
10. A person's world is quiet. You can hear your breathing and heartbeat quietly. It's cold, add a coat for yourself; If you are hungry, buy yourself a bread; If you are sick, give yourself a strong; Failure, give yourself a goal; Fall down, get up painfully and give yourself a tolerant smile.
. Yes, I am always alone. You have never been here before, and I have never been in your world.
1 1. It seems that I am used to waiting and simply think that waiting will come. But in waiting, I missed the happiness that can be happy. Regret when you lose it, why you didn't catch it. In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake. I know that I am waiting for a happiness that I don't know if I can come. ...
12. Maybe you can love many people, but only one person will make you laugh the brightest and cry the saddest. For me-everyone should smile brightly, but I don't know who gave me the brightest smile. Crying, that's common. But I don't understand who is sad and who makes me most sad. It's just that my heart hurts too much, too much ... and then I can't feel the pain. I can't remember the light and shadow of the class barge.
13. I like a piece of music for a while, and I miss it for a while after listening to it. Sitting for a while, missing the palmprint of another time. What was it like to listen to that song? Did we meet then? Meet or miss? Or, an encounter without an ending?
14. Winter has begun. Light snow and heavy snow. Solstice of winter. Slight cold and severe cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person. Walk alone, sing alone, go shopping alone, and watch the world carnival alone. People walked hand in hand around the amusement park. He is the only one for her. I am the only one for everyone. The world is full of opportunities for us to meet. But I've never seen you.
15. Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; Miss me, or don't miss me, I feel there, and I won't come or go; You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up.
16. The world used to be black and white upside down, but now it is back to gorgeous colors. The world once lost its voice, now you sing with me. Night covers the left hand, and the left hand covers the right hand. The fingers that once held hands are closed alone at night. The wind blows the sand into a desert, so you wait for me, waiting for ten years of long meditation. You are a legend in the world, and you are the only one in the world. You made me spend a whole picture of my youth looking for you. Five, four, three, two, one. He and her mystery. begin ...
17. When a person indulges in a fantasy, he will turn it into a vague taste and treat it as real wine. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.
18. Some women. It will make people feel that no one in the world is willing to treat her badly. However, this woman. Just can't get the good she has been expecting.
19. It's not necessarily the hardest thing to face. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy. It may not last long to get it. Lose, not necessarily no longer have. Don't love wrongly because of loneliness, and don't be lonely all your life because of wrong love.
20. ears. There is no noise. Eyes. There is nothing interesting. Mouth. Silence.
2 1. Her world is only him without her. The world is like this, and there will never be fairness. This is a wrestling battle without time limit. The more people care, the worse they lose.
22. Will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet people with a smile, don't talk about the past, just say hello, just say, long time no see. ...
23. If the truth is a kind of harm, please choose a lie. If a lie is a kind of harm, please choose silence. If silence is a kind of injury, please choose to leave.
24. When I was a teenager, I was crazy about the words "take me away". Now, I will never let anyone take me away at will. I have learned to go by myself.
25. The carousel is the cruelest game, but there is an eternal distance between chases.
26. Memory is a form of meeting, and forgetting is a form of freedom.
27. Always complete the parting and giving up that you don't want to perform in real life in a long dream. Is this dream too cold and cruel? Look at how dangerous and difficult the world is. Such as changeable weather. There is no map. We were disappointed all the way, ignited hope all the way, and searched for answers all the way. How happy the past imagination is, how long the present regret is.
28. When he said he loved you, he didn't mean it. Don't be moved easily.
29. It's time. Be a good woman. Wear a skirt. Braid your hair. Don't quarrel with others. Don't skip class. Don't swear. You can't have three meals a day without one. 1 1 before going to bed ... actually, I can't do this.
30. Miss the person I lost, forget the person I miss …
3 1. No matter how beautiful it is, it can't stand forgetting, and no matter how sad it is, it can't stand time.
Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.
33. In a flash, you are acupuncture in a second. For a long time, I spent my whole life solving acupoints.
34. Stop using modifiers and sing me the clearest song; Don't guess what to say, look at me with transparent eyes; Don't flinch from anything, give me your cocked finger; Don't say you don't love me anymore, but give me the memory of your love.
35. It turns out that I'm just a gorgeous puppet, acting out the prosperity of the world, only to find countless gold and silver threads touching me behind me-even if I raise my hand and cast my foot.
36. Whose eye corner touches whose eyebrow; Whose smile is worth whose tears; Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation; Whose palm print can redeem who's sin.
37. Who touched your hand through fluttering hair on a sunny afternoon in spring? Who took the wine you drank alone in countless gloomy white nights and burned the strong temperature into your chest? Who crushes the green Yuan Ye into damp decay in the soil season after season? Who holds the flower's face and makes the beauty of the years feel dejected.
38. I was told that the memory of a fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new. So, in that small fish tank, the fish will never get bored. I'd rather be a fish and forget everything after 7 seconds. Everyone I meet and everything I have done can disappear, but I am not a fish. I can't forget the person I love, the pain of caring, and the pain of lovesickness. ...
39. In the best time, I was walking alone in the flashy street that didn't belong to me. Like a scavenger, I quietly collected the negatives of time, turned them into old private brewing, and then broadcast any pictures related to you in that summer afternoon.
40. At the moment we met, I stood in front of you, just a stranger. This is a flashy masquerade ball. After the party, a lonely and desolate woman was as beautiful as a cigarette. Like this kind of writing, I sink myself in the most humble posture bureau and don't need anyone's attention. I am smiling and crying alone in the corner. I don't need anyone to disturb my quiet life again.
4 1. Sunset is the time I miss most. I said to your city: I miss you. I wonder if you can hear me.
42. Sometimes, I look at the front in confusion, knowing clearly that Na Pianhai does not have you, but I still have to stubbornly set foot on the train to chase the love you don't understand. Fear is always real, and wonderful loneliness is always with us. After all, we have to understand that we can't stay where we are, stubbornly stay and never come back, struggling to see your unhappiness.
43. I don't like talking, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. People around me say that my life is too happy, so I think I am really happy ... but why am I suddenly silent among a large group of friends? Why am I sad to see a similar figure in the crowd? I forgot to talk when I saw the trees falling leaves madly in autumn, and I forgot the original direction when I saw the warm yellow light on the road as it was getting late.
If you hadn't appeared in front of me, I might not have known the taste of happiness.
..... How cruel you are, giving me all your love and telling me that you will always like me and never leave me. Let me mistakenly think that I can be as happy as a spoiled child, and let me mistakenly think that I can have the whole world as long as I hold you.
45. Never cheat a woman, because we can see through it at a glance. Do you know the biggest difference between men and women lying? Men lie to make themselves feel better, while women lie to make each other feel better. We choose to cheat because we don't want to hurt the people we love. We didn't mean to, but we didn't have the courage to hurt each other, so we hid the real answer.
46. We are too close to memories and too far away from freedom. Sometimes I can't forget it, but I just fall in love with memories. A hesitation, a betrayal and an accident are enough to make it wither. Get rid of everything and disappear.
47. We are afraid of years, but we don't know how happy we are to be alive. We think life is boring, but many people are struggling between life and death. When will we be grateful for what we have? Forget the years, forget the pain, forget your bad. We will never, never say goodbye.
48. Maybe this is just a dream. A broken dream. The flowers have withered and withered. Finally, it was a tragedy. Know each other and love each other. Finally broke up.
49. Youth is like a grand and magnificent play, with different masks, different roles, different experiences and the same sadness.
50. There is nothing soft in a hard city. Love, life, not Lin Daiyu, will not be amorous feelings because of sadness.
5 1. After several years, I found that countless feelings have not been torn, which is incomplete and there is no need to tear them. Now, I begin to miss the rainy night that tore up your letters and photos. I envy myself at that time, and I still have complete happiness to tear.
52. When we were young, we danced together because who was in love or because we were lonely. After the vicissitudes of life, why are we as lonely as ever but would rather be strangers?
53. Why do you feel lonely when there are obviously two people in love? After separation, it is obviously a person, but why can't you get rid of two people? The loneliness of feelings probably lies in the fact that neither love nor liberation can be complete.
54. What women can't forget is feelings, and what men can't forget is feelings. Feelings precipitate with time and disappear with time. In the final analysis, they are different species, so-who can understand who loves and who can understand who leaves.
55. Whisper a love story and write a love picture. Open a love flower and cover a blue tile. * * * Drink a cup of green tea and grind a bowl of green sand. Roll up the veil and look at the crescent moon in the sky. Love is like blue and white ink, why not be afraid for a while.
56. The silk thread of memory is like a curse, which tightly binds me at every sunrise and sunset. It reminds me that I can't forget that I loved you. I remember, I remember, so I feel guilty when I smile with others, so I feel heavy when I walk side by side with others and hold hands. What should I do, cut the silk thread and stop tying myself up?
57. Love is hypnosis. Who absorbed you when you woke up? This is why I always feel that after I loved him, I not only lost him, but also lost a part of myself. The loved one is always in charge of the spirit, but the loved one is lost. In every sincere relationship, there is always a person who sacrifices his soul and gains cruelty.
58. Time can prove love or overthrow it. There is no kind of sadness that time cannot alleviate. If time can't make you forget those people you shouldn't remember, what's the point of our lost years? Wouldn't it be great if all the sadness, pain and failure were false? Unfortunately, there are many false feelings and false meanings in the world, such as heartbreak, pain, sadness, hysteria and so on. But it's always true.
You left in such a hurry that I began to wonder if you had been here. If it's just an illusion, then why is the plot so clear? It doesn't hurt to walk ~ ~ ~,
It's just a pity. I gradually understand that it is useless to retain. So I gave the freedom I could, so I ... It's okay.
60. This smile has exhausted the power of pain; This time, I was relieved and exhausted the space in my memory; This farewell exhausted the courage of love; Cry this time, use up the expression of your love; Because this is the last time I love you.
6 1. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends out bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what interleaving is.
62. Everyone thinks that he will be an exception-except for regret. Everyone thinks that the feelings they have are the exception-except for fading. Everyone thinks that the object of love is just an exception-outside of change. In the end, however, it was found that there were no exceptions except changes.
63. A flashy life forgets the seasons. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. String, thinking about China. Those years were like a dream. Like running water, it's gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness.
64. Well, he called and asked, "How are you?" Your usual answer: "I'm fine." In fact, you still love him, and you are not good at all. Men pretend to be strong, but they are afraid that women will find him weak. A woman pretends to be happy, but in fact she is afraid that a man will find her sad.
When are men the most handsome? When he says he doesn't love you, this charm is the most poisonous, so be careful! Sad sentences, such as dust, can also be like flowers _ sad sentences.
1. Worry like dust can also be like a flower. I know that some beauty is warm in my heart; Some past, quiet, is the best. Accustomed to quietly turning some thoughts into warmth, pointing to the place and downplaying abortion; Looking back, ten fingers turn into incense; Don't think about right and wrong, right and wrong, let the past go with the wind and miss agarwood. ...
There is too much helplessness hidden in the song, but there will always be a day when it will go with the wind. Open the dusty memory, can you clearly identify your young face on the title page? Perhaps that young face, even we have forgotten ourselves, so we didn't continue to bow our heads and sigh to sleep in the swaying time.
3. I like to relax my nervous nerves in soothing music; I like the sense of tranquility brought by cicadas in the sunset; I like watching sad movies, enjoying sad words alone, enjoying all sad stories, and describing loneliness at night with sad words.
4. Tossing and turning in the pictures I recall. Elegance refers to quicksand, which has been aging for some time. So, what about my time? What about your time? In a blink of an eye, everything is precipitated in the dream, and there are countless sorrows.
5. Stare at the vague scene, dance lightly on the coolness of your fingertips, and feel the pain of spinning cocoons. Who will use it to fill the old heart with tenderness and sweetness in the years to come?
6. Appreciate the mood of the four seasons and indulge in the past fleeting time. The sealed memories are opened one by one, and the picture is like the film of a black-and-white movie, which is slowly played back in my mind with homesickness, dribs and drabs, bringing out infinite homesickness and faint sadness under the tapping of the keyboard.
7. How many infatuated dreams in the past have been staged again and again, and they are all hurt. Rugged stone steps, rotten wooden doors, dilapidated alleys, maybe only I still like the grass and trees here. The wind has stopped raging, and the moon is quietly emitting cold light. I kneel in front of this dilapidated door, holding your favorite red leaves in my hand. I climbed up the withered red leaves and sang a sad song gently.
8. I walked through many mottled alleys, wandering under the vicissitudes of old trees again and again, walking on the edge of missing, quietly listening to the sound of erhu disbanded in the autumn wind. Slowly, I closed my eyes and walked with bumpy steps, looking for and looking for songs that reminded me of missing.
9. Youth is a beautiful sadness. Those cities with plain faces, those faces washed by lead, all fell in the wheel of fate. From then on, those who pass by will turn around with different fates.
10. Everyone has different wounds. Did you cry when the train rumbled and crushed our beautiful youth?
1 1. Walking on the road of life, although we are lonely, we often move forward with an indifferent attitude, but from the moment we first meet to the moment we leave, we will always know. Countless laughter and whispers can't resist two lines of tears when we wave.
12. Rouge tears, accompanied by flowers, make a season full of sadness. In the summer, I went to Qiu Lai, where the purple stranger fills the air, the maple leaves are yellow, and the acacia willows are lost; The rain broke the cold pond and made the bridge sadder. The water on the green slate flows by itself, and the oil-paper umbrella stares at you in vain. However, like yesterday's stumbling, reluctant attachment, a piece of missing condensed in the eyebrows, scattered in every lonely night.
13. Gently stepping on the dead leaves under your feet, silently staring at the city under the neon, suddenly feeling more emotions in your eyes? Care? Give up?
14. I have insomnia. In the cold moonlight and cold autumn wind, my long sleeves fluttered, my trembling body arched and I looked up at the gloomy stars on the horizon. If you were still here, maybe I wouldn't be so miserable.
15. Listening to the monsoon and feeling that autumn comes as scheduled is my favorite sight. Birds fly in the blue sky from time to time. Can you take my thoughts to your pillow? Who knows, you can't hide your sadness in the peach blossom smile, and the clothes pity you. The sadness of wandering all my life is full of dusty ink. How can I miss you?
16. Infinite melancholy and inexplicable emptiness, winter morning, no sunshine, spring is still far away, still far away, just like the feeling that I can't touch the sticky parting, eyes in the gray sky, looking at me sadly, choking sour, suddenly unable to understand the truth of life, bitter and astringent.
17. Who will listen to a volume of Normal Heart? Stumbling along the dark path, thinking of a charming old lamp with a small window, sighing the empty sound of broken buildings. In the sad song, in the wet mood, I plucked the strings of memories, and only I was quietly tasting the lonely taste, and my mouth rose coldly.
18. The pen carefully engraves the years, which is a quatrain that I have always remembered. In this world, books are still silent and pious, such as some proverbs: if you travel far, you will be indifferent to your ambition. Always tell yourself not to worry too much, so that you can think you are strong and stubborn. I believe that being too emotional is a complex interaction.
19. Vaguely in the eyelids, it is still a vague line of tears. In winter, it is extremely desolate and cold, and there is an unstoppable yearning. I opened my palm again and caught the ribbon. As for you, you are far away from the curtain of time and space. You only try your best to breathe the faint blue, slowly infiltrate your heart, grow all wet memories, and slip from your temples.
20. Like a movie, it keeps playing in a loop! Gradually, I seemed to realize something, but I was awakened by this damn cold wind from that moment, wrapped my coat helplessly and walked slowly forward under the mapping of dim street lights!