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Sentences about my heart


1. Sadness circulates, but it can't cover the mottled years of the years. It is difficult to open the dream of indigo and blue flowers. The winds that have been lost are still in the past. Those dreams are stranded on the other side of the flow year, and they become a blossoming flower in the memory. Inadvertently buried a section of candlelight, when the memory is turned into autumn tears, poetry into a time story.

2, when the past memory, turned into the breeze of the fingertips, slowly drifting, there will be no trace left.

3, prosperous stranger, destined to be alone, who can understand, the pain of loneliness when hugging, the story will eventually sleep in the ocean of sand, only tears in the moment of turning.

4, the story layer stacks, memories recurring, sometimes, I always feel like I walked into a labyrinth without exit, no matter how I struggled in the middle, I can never go to the exit.

5, loneliness, like me, waiting for you to be lonely every night after leaving, always want to taste the changes of the world, so that you feel that there is one less in your life, and you are not so painful, so time is running, and I am used to kneeling on the edge of black, age is long, happiness is getting less and less, you are completely bleached out of my world, maybe miss, only those years, you and I are simply not worried.

6. Maybe in your life, I am just a passer-by, a repetitive stay, but I have not stopped forever, so I write my sadness to myself again and again, hiding the feeling of being, and finally getting deeper and deeper.

7, falling into the water, the flowers fall unintentionally to grind a curtain to deeply lock the autumn dreams, prosperous past the cloud smoke, fell into the pool clear, the smoke and rain are not outside the red dust, hope not to return to the past a few sad Only sitting alone in front of the window, the invitation of the moon, the time of my death, sorrow in the people who sing the songs.

8, life is this kind of nonsense, years like water, years of sorrow, scattered mottled memories of a place, go around, old time, but also lost face.

9. There are many things in life that are not destined to be perfect. When someone comes in, someone will leave. Just like the youthful field, the laughter is taken away, but the sigh is left behind.

10, the sky is filled with pale colors, the cold winds play the sorrows of the world, the dreams outside the dreams, the flowers are falling, the awkward screams, the helplessness of the ground.

11, listening to the wind across the face of the voice, I am the lonely you pass by, you are the gentleness I do not understand.

12, past events such as smoke, no trace of years, sheds thin water and condensate, how much memory is worth our combing, how much time is worth our pursuit, just do not know the dream peach a few times. When I look back, the time of the years is scattered in the face of the season, mottled the memory, and the old man slaps the strings.

13, micro-clouds alone, see, the heart of the flower is broken, listening, no trace of the years.

14. I don't know what the definition of life is. Is it the process of waking up in constant confusion? It's just that there is no reason to be confused and people suddenly want to cry.

15. I overturned the whole city, just to correct your reflection, but now I want to escape from the city, or want to avoid all the information about you, and I keep reading the album of memories, but I am looking for it again. Not at that time.

16, used to sleep late, just to wait for a person who advised him to go to bed early and say good night, there is always a fool in the world, has been waiting for those endings without ending, so I listen to the phone every night until late at night, sometimes Suddenly waking up, but the phone still did not beat, I have already lost in the dream, but can not find a realistic exit.

17, remember the pictures of the past, the memories of the past have finally gone, even if there is a lot of disappointment in my heart, I can't keep the time.

18, when a person, secretly sentimental, will also burst into tears, like a woman locked in mind, swaying new sputum, a few sages, and all the sadness, just cut the eyebrows, but on the heart, so stand The balcony is tiptoe, looking at the clouds in the distance and the silent group. 19, remembering the past, like the glimpse of the glimpse of the light, has long been in the heart forever, a slight sorrow for a eternal grief.

20, swaying to the end of the world, smashing the vain, night lost, tired and lazy. Living alone, singing the song of the song, the poems of the drifting zero, writing the words of the clutch, and complaining about the deep words. The shadow of the moon is sloppy. The sea of ​​bitterness and the sorrow of the sea are gone, and the sangtian is red and countless, and finally, he is at a loss.

21, standing on the other side of the flow of the year, pushing open the layers of the wind-blown past, open the aroma of memory, those singer-like years of jumping from time to time in the already scarred prismatic mirror, inadvertently, thanked yesterday All kinds. Looking back, I discovered that the original youth was just a bright injury.

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