Why do we always have to wait for a long time, always have to wait for the retreat, only to know that we have given up with our own hands and will never meet again in the future.
Abandon the law. For example, if loving someone is full of variables, I will take a step back and watch it quietly until I see sincere feelings.
It finally fell silent, just like our heart, which was too hot to put down in our chest. We can't wait to find someone to share this temperature. We never thought that it would cool down one day, so cold that we had to tighten ourselves and be careful, lest even this little warmth could not be kept.
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. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years.
Good morning. The sunshine is very good. Shine into your heart through the gap in the window. Warm. The air is filled with sweet love songs. Smile and say goodbye to those so-called sadness. The cold fingertips began to have a warm temperature. I think. Maybe spring has really come.
I thought that memories would slowly run aground, turn into bubbles and disappear at the seaside. But the seeds of memory come and go from time to time and are buried from time to time. We can't go back. We should face the future bravely.
Love is not charity, you can't give it casually. Feelings have no formula, no principle and no reason to follow. But people are still insisting and pursuing until they die.
I don't think that people's mental maturity is more and more tolerant and can accept anything. On the contrary, I think it should be a process of gradual elimination, knowing what is the most important and what is not. Then, be a simple person.
A simple love, made at sunrise and stopped at sunset. Enjoy sunshine, breeze, rain and dew and dusk together every morning. Such a wish is not greedy. I think love is a life of mutual concern. Acceptance and running-in, so that love can withstand the fleeting time. Holding hands, happiness in plain is more precious.
What is time? It can change everything, take everything away and leave everything behind. Yesterday seemed to be in front of us, but today passed quietly. Our life is always so limited, and the youth that belongs to you and me is so ethereal. We don't realize it when we have it. It was not until the past was over that we realized that we had wasted that wonderful time. The years are still there, but when the meteor flashed, we forgot to make that humble wish silently in our hearts.
Many times we don't need reason. Reason makes us hesitate and let us miss what we love. Many people didn't know each other at first, but they met by accident. They still have to face separation I look forward to the vastness of darkness in the infinite day, and I choose to cry at night and stay awake all night. I know that only the night doesn't dislike my tears, and you all selfishly dislike me. I want to forget you, but I know I'm deceiving myself again. So, my pain really nobody hurts.
I think everyone's soul is lonely, so we will try to find warmth in the crowd. In the end, we will be left alone, crying or laughing, sad or happy, playing one game after another. More tired, more innocent and more distressed. We laughed and cried, while hiding our happiness, so we got each other's breath and loneliness. Every road has an end, but we still have to keep going. Because I know the ending is always happy. A bed, a warm quilt. Curl up and listen to your heart beating and breathing quietly.
Turn yourself into dust and settle here. The ends of the earth are far away that I can't see, and the flowers on the other side are eternal that I can't perceive. What passed away in the drift was the once ignorant years, and the bright smile like a child was gone. Keep your feelings in your heart, and don't let words hurt your heart. Then, whoever it is, don't hurt me.
I once asked a person: If I lose sleep, will the whole world lose sleep with me? At least I will. She answered innocently. If so, how does she know when I will lose sleep and when I will wake up? If I had a choice, I would rather stay awake. Or, go to bed Wake up and sleep, sleep and wake up, really tired.
Memories of the past, dribs and drabs in the fundus gradually blurred. Finally, as tears spread, they evaporate in pores and humid air. Reach out and let the snow outside the window fall on your palm. It was cold in an instant, and then it disappeared a little. Sad laughter echoed in the snowy night sky. No response, no response. Not missing. I want to remember something through the barrier of snowflakes. Only to find that. In the end, I was not missed by anyone. This is more sad than loneliness.
If. All wounds can heal. If. All sincerity can be exchanged for real meaning. If. All beliefs can be adhered to. If. All emotions can be perfect. If. We can also meet in a city. Simple smile. Slightly happy. A wanton hug. That would be great. But it's really just if.
Some people meet, some people lose, maybe life is like this, the four seasons flow, who will be with you in the end? It seems that more and more losses have replaced gains. How to choose the deep and shallow traces of those years and the unformed memories. Find a glass of cold water to relieve a thirsty throat. Write some sad words and record some trivial life. Holding hands to keep warm can only last for a moment. Who said that if you know how to let go, your mind will be calm. I smile, do you really know how to be perfect?
Because of loneliness, I chose to break free. Because I was awake, I chose meditation. I chose to give up because I couldn't see the future. Because I gave up, I chose to get rid of it. Because of liberation, I chose to be strong. Because I am strong, I chose to forget ... Yes, I abandoned love and betrayed it. Finally, I want to bury it myself ... the devil is me. ...
On the loudspeaker, the man's deep voice came out. This is what I like. Out of date. The hoarse warm light gradually appeared in a soothing tone. Quiet night. Simple love songs. A steaming cup of milk tea. They surrounded me with warm feelings and cut the coolness of the night. In fact, with the passage of time, many things will gradually fade their original colors. Happy. Sadness. Unforgettable Or pain? Yes Life is a process of choice. Those broken memories. Those bright fragments. No matter how gorgeous and dazzling, it is only a flash in the pan. Go home. That's all.
Because time is passing, we are praying for eternity. Love, affection, friendship, youth, appearance, figure, glory ... because at the bottom of life, all of us will eventually die. This is why we humbly hold the hand of our lover and firmly believe that this mediocrity is the power to resist aging, death and disappearance.
All along, I have put aside things that have nothing to do with me. I walked alone, walking in this painful and painful city in the dark. I have a virgo quality in my bones. I carefully hide myself. All the happy and unhappy things are sealed, and I won't mention them to anyone. I'd rather those pains spread in my heart like branches and leaves of poppies. I am stubborn and fragile, confused but firm. I am persistent but retreat, gentle and strong-willed. How can a man like me be happy? I think, after all, I am tired, and some things should be forgotten. I think, after all, I am still tired, and there are some things I can't do.
Hearing such a story, in ancient Greek legend, lovers would wear rings on each other's middle fingers because they believed that there was a blood vessel leading to the heart. So the ring means to make a promise with your heart. But how much love can last forever, and how much love can last forever. So you may not marry the person you love the most, and the person who loves you the most may not marry you. How many lovers can't walk into each other's lives, but can only meet in the afterlife, and how many men and women have experienced love and entered marriage, but they no longer cherish each other's efforts.
Play the game of red street lamp with yourself. Red light, turn. Green light, go straight. Walk aimlessly and see where the city will eventually push itself. Locking yourself in a small steam room is like testing the limits of soul sadness. I almost suffocated several times, but I forced myself to continue. I have been controlled by myself not to cry. So I told myself with a clear conscience that the liquid in my eyes is not tears, but water vapor condensed in my eyes in the smoke.
I began to miss those scattered flowers, enchanting and gorgeous because of your departure. They piled up into a strong love that could not be confided. The warmth that is gradually submerged. The dark undercurrent on the horizon gradually became clear under the street lamp. I'm still wandering on the road, watching people come and go. They ignored my existence and silently passed me by. Occasionally someone smiles at me, but no one understands my loneliness.
Text, SMS, phone, online information. I began to make some people fade out of my life. I don't believe that anything in this world can last forever. You are not mine, and I am not yours. My heart is very small, there are not many people I can meet and not many people I can give. The tenderness left in memory will eventually overshadow the ordinary happiness in front of you. Even if it is just a small lamp, so we can only see the present, and then live a simple life, the difference is only the heart.
I have seen a tsunami, but I have never seen you smile. Miss, it should be beautiful. But my love is long gone.
The world is magnificent, I enjoy it with you. I will share all the beautiful things in the world with you. Only disaster, I stand alone.
You meet someone and you love him more, then you will lose him forever. Then, you meet another one who loves you more, and you will leave him sooner or later. Until one day, you meet someone and you fall in love. Finally understand, all the search, there is a process. Once in the end of the world, now it is close at hand.
I hope you are a kite in my hand. Cut the thread and you'll be free. I prefer the thread in your hand. The kite flew, but I'm still in your hand.
I think I did it too long, but I also suggest not to copy it!