1 Buried a city and turned out all the lights.
2 Your sunset, my face, whose third year.
3 The dance swaying on the tip of the pen is the strongest flash of red under the spotlight.
4 I watched the sunset along the coast, hugged a pillow I was so drunk on, couldn’t swim out of memories but couldn’t learn to let go or how to walk.
5 Use a match to burn a mirage and use the heavy rain to escape.
6 Hiding in the doomed streets, with a smile that is so penetrating that it is hard to recover.
7 The hurt under the eyelashes reflects whose scenery and whose heart passes by.
8 Pawn the light-colored silence, you opened a purchase store, and waited for the forgotten skylight.
16 Who are you, the pen-tip boy who thinks about you day and night, turning into songs in the deserted roads of the city.
18 Whose vermilion tear mole in the corner of the eye has fulfilled your prosperous life, and who has given you a ground-breaking joy in the sky with your fierce and iron horse.
19 For the love song of the next life, I will leave it to you to fill in the words and see who you are still the aloof king.
20 The dazzling array of things blooming in the windows are a vivid reminder of the passing years of Fu.
22 An actor is as beautiful as a painting, and his life is far away.
33 Traveling through whose years and ends.
42 What we hold on to is a hasty and turbulent disaster, an illusion that our whole life cannot defeat.
43 Walking alone to the end of the sea and the end of the world, there is no way to return, and the face is covered with frost.
46 The wonderful vines stranded on the tongue want to dance for you and finally captivate the country.
47 The night is slightly cooler, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is gone, and the music and songs are gentle.
48 The complicated experiences carved deep lines into the corners of my eyes, and I turned around to carve out a flower.
53 In those prosperous years that never come to an end, an everlasting flower blooms.
54 I will come back to pawn in the next life, and I will come back to make a blood alliance with you in the next life.
60 Just for him, he gave up a city and rushed to an unknown life or death when the sky was bright.
61 I want to watch the process of a grand decline of popularity. I want to keep making wishes until the sea changes rapidly until I get close to your smiling face.
62 The missed years bloomed with beautiful crape myrtle flowers in the northern desert, but the spring and summer of reincarnation were wasted.
65 Someone once said that memory is a bridge, but it is a prison leading to loneliness.
66 I have gone through all the sadness, and the saddest thing is that you are not at the end. I have gone through all the despair, and the most despairing thing is that you are still at the starting point.
67 These days, who doesn’t travel around the world with a box of masks?
After waking up from the dream, I only saw the knocked down books, the pillow I hugged alone, the heartbreaking poems, and the lonely lamp.
Whoever moved whose strings sounded the longing, who guarded whose sadness turned into tears alone
The flowers are easy to fall if the moon is not long, and I will be melancholy for Ido all my life.
Guarding an empty city, waiting for an old man
Don’t turn over a page of the past if you can, otherwise your eyes will be blinded by the dust.
Whose loneliness covers my beautiful clothes? Whose gorgeous clothes cover my shoulders?
Memory is a bridge, but it is a prison leading to loneliness.
Use a match to burn a mirage and use the heavy rain to escape.
Whose vermilion tear mole in the corner of the eye has fulfilled your prosperous life, and who has given you a ground-breaking joy in the sky with your vigor and iron horse.
At the end of summer that year, who did I lose? Memory is like a thread, whoever gets tripped up.
Our love has become a fiction, and the memories of the past are just mirages
The broken promises, the yesterdays that cannot be put together again
Look at this half of your life A sigh of regret. In the end, it was just a beautiful scene with a few joys and sorrows.
No makeup for whom, and colorful clothes for whom, it just makes people drunk.
-The floating silhouette, one stroke at a time, has written a thousand words
-The years of taking pictures, bit by bit, outline the true love like water
Jun It can be seen that every stitch of embroidery has someone hurting you
You can see that the peonies are blooming and there are people waiting for you throughout your life
The wind blows the fleeting years like flowers, and you are the most beautiful embellishment
< p>The breeze and the bright moon accompany each other, and the beauty holds each other's hands.We have traveled to the ends of the world, but our hearts will never change.
In the old days, the snow flew into the sky, and we slept alone in the dust.
How can I retain my old beauty now and in the past? Eternal changes have taken place.
The ruins of Qiongyu remain in the past.
The flowers in the water, moon and mirror sing, year after year.
See you again every year.
How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment.
School uniform, skirt, I can’t see your Liu Hai.
Corridor, window sill, you still don’t change your steps.
Did you ever know that you are the master of my melody
The sunshine under the sunflowers in the afternoon is still peaceful, and you and I are fine
The one that has flooded Huang’s old photos are a warning to who will never be the same again
I miss the wishes I made with you in those years.
Only your smiling face remains unchanged until I forget it.
Who are you, the rose in whose arms, and the smile in whose eyes are you?
Now we finally understand that the ending cannot be changed.
You said there are still vows that have not been fulfilled, how can you put it on hold.
The sky waits for the world to turn into clouds and smoke;
The earth waits for the sea to turn into mulberry fields.
I have been drunk with you for three thousand times, but I don’t complain about separation
The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, I don’t tell you about the true suffering of separation.
The breeze blows through the hair, leaving behind a lot of beauty
Only parting is the real forever
Your tears will be stored in my collection cabinet. As precious as ever
I am lucky enough to fall in love with you for the rest of my life.
The scenery is different when autumn comes in the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.
If one day you don’t love me anymore, death is a good thing.
People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can’t see my home even if I look to the end of the world.
Hold my hand and walk with your eyes closed and you won’t get lost.
The campus in July is sad because it is full of feelings of parting.
I want to give you a skirt in the color of sunshine. This summer, the corners of your skirt should be bright for me.
Whose life-and-death love is painted? In the end, I can only keep the unchanged face, the worldly scroll. One defense lasts for a thousand years.
There is nothing soft in a solid city. Love, life, not Lin Daiyu, will not be charming because of sadness.
Tears still fill the whole winter, looking at your smiling face in front of me. After turning around, the lost promise could no longer be found.
My eyes were frozen in the picture, my hands were cold for a moment, my lips could not smell the nearby face, and my feet were not even an inch away.
The disappearing night, please take away my paranoid thoughts.
In the next life, be a sunflower, in the palm of the sun.
I promised not to look back, but when we parted, we held on tightly and refused to let go.
Beautiful youth leaves behind sad love.
Who is the passer-by in so-and-so’s life, who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this life, and the endless sad soul.
I have been brave for too long and decided to live for you alone.
Time did not wait for me, it was you who forgot to take me away. I have an unforgettable firefly in my left hand, and ten years of long meditation in my right hand.
Life is a thousand-petal lotus. Since I refuse to bloom, I also refuse to wither and fall.
Life is like a vulgar French literary film, with no climax, no erotica, and no subtitles.
I don’t have to go to the ends of the world, as long as you are by my side.
When I am with you, even the air is sweet.
The dark night is extremely long, and the waves are rippling, and the memories are touching my lonely heart.
The silence is gradually taken away, and in the end only the withered wreckage is left, wandering alone.
Tenderness that cannot be given up, happiness that cannot be given.
The color of the bleeding is really beautiful. It's so beautiful that I can't help but tear my heart to pieces again.
Nothing wrong. It's just that you are not suitable.
Those wanton little tendernesses, the one who once said we would go to the end together, have all stopped.
No one can learn the love you give me. No one can replace the pain you gave me.
I endured the torment of loneliness in all kinds of hardships, unable to wait for anyone to save me, thinking that everything was of my own free will.
Dear. It turns out that "memory" means that you can't go back.
Time is the best healer.
I have exhausted my enthusiasm and lost myself. There is still a touch of sweetness in the pain. It turns out it is just a miracle.
It turns out that the so-called cruelty cannot see the scars, and it turns out that insisting on integrity will make people hollow out their souls.
The memories that were once shaken off are knocking on the door of memories again.
Love makes people forget time, and time makes people forget love.
The initial encounter was like a spreading plague that I could not resist, and now I am still trapped in it.
We were too young before BC, and we were too old after AD.
Those words spoken to the tree are embedded in the tree’s annual rings, and grow into towering memories bit by bit over time.
True happiness comes from being fully committed to the pursuit of our goals.
The sun is warm and the years are quiet. How dare I grow old before you come?
I shine in this beautiful moment with the posture of God.
The secret of happiness is freedom, and the secret of freedom is courage.
Happiness is waiting for time to be completed, but I would rather believe that happiness is also continuing to be experienced bit by bit as it progresses minute by minute.
I am experiencing: the happiness of this moment!
Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, everything is not love.
It was a prosperous time, and we were so lonely that we were hurt beyond recognition
If a sentence contains "forever", then is it a lie or an unfinished oath?
The last time I looked at it was Sangtian. No one understands how turned upside down it is.
Sometimes, I will suddenly miss a city, miss the beautiful sunshine there, miss the clear moonlight there, miss the city walls filled with vines that remember ancient stories and the life there. Restless people.
You will always leave and you will always come back.
The second half of the sentence "seeing things and thinking about people" always means things are right and people are different.
I can’t get rid of the shadow, which is my light.
The clown's world is always divided into two.
Half sunshine, half shadow,
Half happiness, half desolation.
Time and hugs, who can afford them. Keep giving and never give up. A cigarette, a dream of going up and down the elevator, and a pillow of yellow rice.
In fact, the fireworks should have been brilliant for a long time. If they had not chosen to kiss the air at the beginning, the air took away all their warmth and turned them into dust and smoke.
We should all try to get as close to the light as possible to keep our mood warm.
Who is someone’s passer-by, who is the only one in someone’s life, all because of some things that they can’t forget.
I am waiting for someone who can become my eternity.
Those precipitated quiet and brilliant ones will undoubtedly be all our sunshine.
It is precisely because of being ordinary that it exudes a beautiful and warm touch, embedded in the annual rings of life, surrounding our difficult youth in circles.
If you care about too many people, you lose the meaning of cherishing it.
If you are well, it will be sunny. If I leave, I will never see you again.
If the sea can, please listen to my call.
In this windless summer, all the stories have come to an end.
Any moment is irreplaceable forever. Things are the same and people are no longer the same.
I believe that every kind-hearted child has a warm heart. Inadvertently, a small gesture will render a warm goose yellow color.
Remember what you should remember, Forget what needs to be forgotten.
Change what can be changed, accept what cannot be changed
I collected it all by myself, I hope you will adopt it~