Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.
In a flash, you acupuncture in a second. For a long time, I spent my whole life solving acupoints.
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.
It turned out that I was just a gorgeous puppet, acting out the prosperity of the world, only to find that countless gold and silver threads touched me behind me-even if I raised my hand.
Whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows; Whose smile is worth whose tears; Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation; Whose palm print can redeem who's sin.
Who caressed your hair and touched your hand on a sunny afternoon in spring? Who took the wine and drank it alone in countless gloomy white nights, and put the strong temperature,
It's hard to burn into the 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.
Someone told me that the memory of 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.
In the best time, I still walk alone in the flashy street that doesn'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.
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.
Sunset is the time I miss most. I said to your city: I miss you. I don't know if you can hear me.
Sometimes, I look at the front in confusion, knowing clearly that Na Pianhai has no 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. We should finally understand that we can no longer linger in the same place, and we can no longer stubbornly guard against your disappointment.
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.
The world used to be black and white upside down, and 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 ...
When a person indulges in a fantasy, he will turn it into a vague feeling and treat it as real wine. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.
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.
Facing is not necessarily the most sad. 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.
There is no her in his world, and her world is only him. 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.
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.
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.
Carousel is the most cruel game, but there is an eternal distance between us.
Memory is a form of meeting, and forgetting is a form of freedom.
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.
When he said he loved you, he didn't mean that. Don't be moved easily.
It is 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.
One person's indifference increases another person's difficulties, one person's loyalty increases another person's deception, one person's contribution increases another person's plunder, one person's conviction increases 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.
I feel pain when you say you are not good. I don't know how to comfort you. I feel pain when you say you are drunk. I can't help myself, my mind is 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.
Accustomed to insomnia, accustomed to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about your 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.
You go, I have to get used to being alone.
Who can't make public their emotions, who pretends to be brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting at night and breathing suddenly becomes barbaric. Love comes first, block these shoulders. What a pity. First love seems to be a pair of hiding wings. It's already dark. Love is paramount. People don't understand this. Once you are not satisfied, love first, then feel sad, and then be calculated. ...
A person's world, very quiet, quiet can hear your breathing and heartbeat. 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.
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.
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.
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 met you in my most beautiful years.
Many past events have become so vague, so sure, so persistent, and always believe that there is nothing, nothing ... suddenly I find myself 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.
I am used to waiting, so I can't resist standing back to the origin 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?
Seems to be used to waiting, simply thinking 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. ...
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?
When you walk, you will be scattered and your memories 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.
Will you suddenly appear in the coffee shop on the corner? I will greet people with a smile, don't say the past, just say hello to you, just say, long time no see.