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Sorrowful and beautiful sentence


1. The road of love is paved with the pain of missing thoughts. The words are deep and shallow footprints, a lifetime, a life, a vision of the world, and a desolate.

2, love like duckweed, wandering in the microwave of the setting sun, the faint text is the sad wind, the warmth of falling, resentful of my confused mood.

3, the cold night, can not cover the sad past; the bright moon, the patchwork can not make up the image of missing people; Xiaosuo's winter wind, can not blow the pain in my heart.

4. When my stubborn heart fell in love with a strong sky, I once ran back and walked through a lonely scene. The stories of youthfulness were like a broken kite, crumbling, and eventually I could not escape a dust settled. The ending.

5, swaying and calmly to experience the pouring of the shackles, at this moment, covering the mist of the frost, but also the innocent heart of the ice.

6, the endless bitterness, the endless bitterness, when I look back, the fog is full of tears; the flowers that are not tired, the yellow leaves that are not floating, do not mean to bow down, the broken branches and broken heart.

7, waiting to slowly move toward dim, the weak body can not bear the pain and loss, even the youth have turned into memories, the emotions that are pursued to control, such as the Dongfeng indulgence.

8. Staying in the lonely south of the Yangtze River, remembering the beginning of bitterness, can only shed tears, may be lost dreams, what can you grasp? Years of the year, telling how many embarrassing, chasing the footsteps, but unable to follow the direction of the dream...

9. When I am alone, there is always some repressed pain left in my heart. It is like a wounded bird and beast trapped in a cage. I can't find a flying exit. I have to bow my head and fester the wound.

10, hey, I am used to writing a quiet text when I am at dusk, pretending not to be happy, this is actually true. Or in the night, even in the sky, using alcohol to numb the water in the heart of the chest, lie to yourself is a dream, a calm water without sorrow against the river, a promise that has spent a good night.

11. I felt that I had spent a summer vacation in my vicissitudes of life, but I lost something in my time. The mood of the landfall was stranded on the shore.

12, lonely heart, solo dance at my fingertips, sparkling in tears of love, it is difficult to complain.

13. Regarding the past, no one can control. As for the results in the future, there seem to be only two endings: hiding in the dark corner, crying, or opening a smile. Perhaps, anyone who sees me, I will face with a smile. Even if my heart is broken.

14. I miss the time when you are with you. The more you miss, the more you will be in a no-man’s corner, let the tears fall and fall, but no matter how much you sprinkle, whether you soak everything, you will still not grasp it. Live the beauty we lost.

15, drinking coffee, bitter taste. Happiness and sorrow, the true and moving, missing and lonely that can still be felt.

16, perhaps try to forget, but can not help but remember, love and hate the intersection of the silky. Can only feel the decadence of this age, count the luxury that is about to go, and press the indelible memory into the bottom of my heart.

17, loneliness, is the tears left by the thoughts, looking at the end of the world, but can not get rid of the impermanence, infatuation scattered everywhere, such as the dead flowers, into the dust, broke the mind.

18, sitting quietly in the glimpse of the years, watching the years of sorrow, fear, shocked the wind, stirred the rain, love the red dust in the hate, the years are playing a slap and awkward. 19, tears, silent and flowing in the face, line by line, like the traces of time passing, want to go to the traces of forgotten again, filled with loneliness and sadness, open the dusty long sigh.

20, the curtain of the thoughts of sorrow, woke up my dreams; a farewell to the soul of the soul to disturb my heartstrings; a touch of beauty, the past, who has no words of loneliness.

21, the gaze of the flow, swaying the shadow of the years, a windy wind, set off a faint past. A strong feeling, rolled up a glimpse, a love, stranded in the dream of tears, deep pain, will be in love.

22, falling leaves, leaving a colorful beauty in the sky, but after all, is the tree not retained, or the call of the wind? Later, I loved fantasy and was very optimistic about life. Even if it was shattered, it was still a silly self-comfort.

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