Sick 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. I just want to melt the happiness of my life in your life, live and die, and never give up, but I don’t want to do it, the past is gone, the shadows are flying, I am with you, it’s like a world, it’s hard to be double.

2. Continue the affection of the past, copy the beauty in my heart, let the footsteps of memory still move forward, the taste of missing, flying in the cold wind, the thoughts of missing, dancing under the traction of the leaves...

3, never forget, in the glory of the time, thousands of times, only for the eternal moment in life. The vows of the vows, only for a rush to rub shoulders, the road of the year, drizzle, expecting is another kind of silky tenderness, no regrets.

4, open the window, the cold wind came from the face, there is no trace of chill, because the heart has already frozen into ice.

5, a touch of ink, always contains a deep affection, I will take a happy flower for you, put it in your life, put it in your life, just like this, quietly after a lifetime Journey, with a smile, with happiness, with endless lingering, leaving no helplessness and regret!

6, lonely heart, solo dance at my fingertips, swaying in tears of love, it is difficult to complain. The red dust is as illusory as a dream, the dream is broken into a cigarette, the shackles are flowing, the shadows of the time are stroking, and the eyes are chasing in the emotional world. If you are illusory, you can’t see me, miss you. .

7, tonight, relying on the column alone, the fingertips for a moment, falling flowers and water, people go to the building is empty, caress to read Yaoqin, chaos sound, adjust difficult to continue, the past became a lonely geese, flying alone.

8, cold and cold, you look at the passing of the years with the dawn of the call, my heart is walking in the pace of your poetry, scattered in the age of the land. There is always a dream in you, and you always have life in your life. In the world of words, your name is still beautiful.

9, without you, my world is left alone, curled up in the cold bed corner, and then drink a glass of wine and drink, drink a headache like to blow up, drink numbness, drink vomiting. Then try to hold yourself as hard as you can, so pale and powerless.

10, your beauty, bloom into the warm sun of this season, your smile, played down all the sadness of this season. The rhythm of life, turned into a dusty sand in the sea, my hand, holding your heart, into the pulse of this season.

11, the world is soaring, prosperous, and dying all night, returning to the dust. It’s just a cry, it’s a pain, it’s a shame, it’s not worth it, and you’re still gone!

12. The fragility and sorrow of life makes people feel helpless and helpless. Picking up the last tears of these lives, people look at life and taste, and look at life.

13, miss the sea of ​​memory, the smoke wave spread into disaster, the feelings of a lifetime, free in the nightmare of the nightmare, hehe. Some love, destined to be a flashy dream, turned into dust, once attached love, scattered around the world, but the heart, not willing to leave.

14, like the water flow years, crushed the knot of thoughts, from then on, I wrote a long wait with the heart and the pen, trace the traces of the flow, painted the color of the years. In the pale love, you can't see the romantic story, such as the time of the shuttle, you can't write the ambiguity and helplessness of the two sides.

15. Soft on the floor, facing the ceiling, it is like being trapped in a cage that is cold and unable to break free. 16. I like to listen to a song with a story in the early hours of the morning, crushing my grief, slipping down the tip of the pen, and flowing in the text. In the hustle and bustle, the tears set off the embankment, and along the gap, there was a certain amount of sputum on the face.

17, maybe tired, maybe tired, maybe tired, want to use alcohol to let myself into the dream, but let me excited a lot in this unknown night, but not happy, this may be lonely Loneliness.

18, the desolation of the night, I wrote the vicissitudes of life, but could not write the sorrow of the deepest part of my heart.

19, a person, a world, write down a faint line of poetry, plant the seeds of missing, waiting for you to come, waiting for you! The love that ended, Sangtian changed into the sea, in the world, the fate of the coming, the dark fragrance moved, and the rhyme of the falling flowers was buried quietly.

20, just because I met you, my lonely heart no longer feels cold, you convert the withered yellow to mud, buried deep in this season. Your mind, turned into a snow fluttering in the sky, will linger in the sky in my world, you use the breath of youth to shake the coldness of the winter for me.