Sorrowful sentence excerpt
1, time is like a needle, stinging heart. The beauty of life is exhausted, so that there is no meaning in the time to walk, how to use the thin palm to prop up the blue sky, such as the stunned flying. How can a pale heart win the future?
2, life depends on, set off for the future, the road in the distance is still confused, when the thousands of sails are exhausted, the years turn the tenderness into tears drowning in the red dust, deep buried in the haze of memories, still so clear, hustle and bustle, Concealing the sorrows of the years, leaving those who lament, stunned by the light. Lonely and full of long nights, there are no words, no words, let the exiles of the mood, like the world's entanglement and fainting, once lingering, let their dreams disappear, so I have to make a few times.
3, the blue silk is not white, the love is not broken, the dust edge is gone, the soul of the lonely, lingering in the ethereal world, with a half-hearted desolation. Only the loneliness is shining, but it has never sang, and the withered life has come here, but it does not turn back. Listening to the side of the ear, the sound of flowering and falling, the yellowed flower shadow reveals the smile of the past, the flower that falls, remembers the world that walked once in this life. At the moment of reincarnation, I still make flowers in the afterlife, just cherish the ears of this life. I want to invite the Qingming Moon to be a song to the wine, and get drunk back in life.
4, to take up the long-term and long-lasting thoughts, swaying the lake that looks like a calm and calm heart. The line of sight is condensed, and it is moist and warm. I haven’t been sad for a long time, but I can’t be happy. Happiness is like the wind, and sorrow is normal.
5, that erratic heart, seems to have never been strong, even if it has experienced more than wind, rain and snow, but I think it seems to be weak every day, although the sun is bright, but still feel as if there is a lack of warmth, Is it your own space? I still can't accept the variables that happen to me. Maybe it's really perfect. I just don't want to change myself, even if it's just a simple idea, even though I know that maybe I will be happy after the change, wrong, it should be I will definitely be happy, but I am still determined as always, because I suddenly found out that I was deeply infatuated with this sadness.
6, who has passed by, who is only for that, a word out of chapter, a mirror of empty memory, a dream of condensing God, they will let the years without traces of turbulence. When you return to your love, you will fall into the ground, and you will be tasted, and you will be fascinated by the eyes. Slim old feelings, turned into tears, pure dust. A fascinating dream, falling into the dust, incense as it is.
7. I have made a good decision. I want to make a gorgeous turn, wave my hand, and leave nothing. I will always see goodbye. Who knows, I am struggling, my legs are as heavy as lead, and every step is a difficult step. The tearing pain spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body. One step, thousands of struggles, biting the lips, I tried not to let myself cry.
8, the years of the flow, those years that can't go back. At yesterday's class meeting, we drank the parting wine, which had nostalgia and gratitude for the fulfillment of the past, but also a faint sorrow and sorrow... I don’t want to quietly root in my heart, tears in the young and determined. Turning around in the eyelids, I will slide down the eyelashes, and take it back with great care. Finally, there is no tears. No one sees our sentimental side. On the train that once had the ideal university, there is no longer your familiar. Faces, there are no more words that you used to be familiar with, and no companions that you have been so familiar with... the contact methods that you are familiar with can no longer be familiar with, silently in a corner of the day...
9, lonely ecstasy, put out the solitary lights, go with the shadow of hate. Surrounded by sorrow, still remembering, but it was old acquaintance. In the heart of tears, low-lying and hate. Thousands of turns, it is a thing of the past. It’s hard to be in love with a lonely chair and a lost god. The heart is with the thousand mountains, it is already a sun.
10, lonely as incense, if the Chinese New Year dreams. In the days of September, there was a drizzle of drizzle, and the love of Acacia permeated this time of sorrow. The evening wind blew my thin figure and penetrated my heart. Prosperous and blue, the dream is empty. Listening to the sad melody of a few years, the lonely notes are lightly on the fingers, as if every beat is flowing in a unique tear, not listening to the sorrow, breaking the sorrow of the land, singing me How much helplessness and mourning.
11, the red dust looks out, the distance is long, the heart is in the horizon. How many poems are given, one song is three sighs, the remaining sounds are around the beam, the shadows are dark, the music is clear, and the melody of dreams. Pluck the heartstrings, resonate with the soul, and instantly discharge the red plum. The flames burned in the dark music square, unchanged and changeable, beautiful and cool. The tears in the rain, the love of the world, a drop of red tears.
12. When the once beautiful garden turned into a red and full land, I knew that the winter of love has come silently. No one is accompanying me, only standing alone in the cold wind to feel the bitter cold, feeling the depression and the sorrow of the season.
13. I don't know when I was put on a spell. As long as you gently recite a spell of love, whether I am thousands of miles away or at the end of the sea, I will return to you without hesitation. I don't know when I became a nephew of love, and I prayed for love and charity day and night.
14, I think I still can't control my own thoughts, just like this late autumn, let me unconsciously lament the sadness of life, or even a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness...
15. I think I still have such a faint sorrow, but sometimes I am so eager to express this sadness so that the person I love the most can pity me and let him know that I am not doing well at the moment. Maybe I just want a simple hug or an encouraging smile. In short, I think I still don't ask for it. And it seems to me that the simple request has become my urgent desire. It really does. It won't happen, so let me be sadr than sadness.
16, writing a lot of lingering like the years of water, is so gentle and sentimental. Living in an empty world, it seems that I have forgotten for a long time, and in this lonely city, one day I will see the shackles of the world. Years like sand are always free to walk, we can't hold it, and we can't keep it. Time makes deep things deeper and shallower things lighter. Unhurriedly, there is no trace from the side, and the hope of falling away from the youth, leaving a full of gloom, dripping red blood and tears. 17. Once upon a time, the smile that opened my mouth was such a far-fetched one; once upon a time, I remembered you, and the tears easily occupied the eyelids; once upon a time, in the face of yesterday’s words, painfully and ruthlessly swept the whole body.
18. Once, I danced lightly; once, I danced and danced. I thought that I could dance with Jun for an elegant dance. I thought that I could use the most beautiful and almost perfect dance to make a curtain call for life. Unexpectedly, he was an unqualified dancer, and the dance began. A performance ended in a sad way.
19. Finally, loneliness and sorrow came together. I saw a ridiculously ridiculous, trying to escape this sad winter, but found that I was covered with scars. I couldn’t escape. The injured figure has been loved. Deep and deep in the tombstone of the Remnant of the Rose, so I have no choice but to become a slave to loneliness and loneliness in a ridiculous place.
20, a paper heart, two lyrics, still remember the six peaches in the shadow of the three. The night after you left, I used the dead branches as a pen to paint the boundless ****, but I couldn’t paint it like a red and four-five petals; I used the breeze as a sleeve to dance the bottom of my heart, but I couldn’t finish it. Two or three bends.
2, life depends on, set off for the future, the road in the distance is still confused, when the thousands of sails are exhausted, the years turn the tenderness into tears drowning in the red dust, deep buried in the haze of memories, still so clear, hustle and bustle, Concealing the sorrows of the years, leaving those who lament, stunned by the light. Lonely and full of long nights, there are no words, no words, let the exiles of the mood, like the world's entanglement and fainting, once lingering, let their dreams disappear, so I have to make a few times.
3, the blue silk is not white, the love is not broken, the dust edge is gone, the soul of the lonely, lingering in the ethereal world, with a half-hearted desolation. Only the loneliness is shining, but it has never sang, and the withered life has come here, but it does not turn back. Listening to the side of the ear, the sound of flowering and falling, the yellowed flower shadow reveals the smile of the past, the flower that falls, remembers the world that walked once in this life. At the moment of reincarnation, I still make flowers in the afterlife, just cherish the ears of this life. I want to invite the Qingming Moon to be a song to the wine, and get drunk back in life.
4, to take up the long-term and long-lasting thoughts, swaying the lake that looks like a calm and calm heart. The line of sight is condensed, and it is moist and warm. I haven’t been sad for a long time, but I can’t be happy. Happiness is like the wind, and sorrow is normal.
5, that erratic heart, seems to have never been strong, even if it has experienced more than wind, rain and snow, but I think it seems to be weak every day, although the sun is bright, but still feel as if there is a lack of warmth, Is it your own space? I still can't accept the variables that happen to me. Maybe it's really perfect. I just don't want to change myself, even if it's just a simple idea, even though I know that maybe I will be happy after the change, wrong, it should be I will definitely be happy, but I am still determined as always, because I suddenly found out that I was deeply infatuated with this sadness.
6, who has passed by, who is only for that, a word out of chapter, a mirror of empty memory, a dream of condensing God, they will let the years without traces of turbulence. When you return to your love, you will fall into the ground, and you will be tasted, and you will be fascinated by the eyes. Slim old feelings, turned into tears, pure dust. A fascinating dream, falling into the dust, incense as it is.
7. I have made a good decision. I want to make a gorgeous turn, wave my hand, and leave nothing. I will always see goodbye. Who knows, I am struggling, my legs are as heavy as lead, and every step is a difficult step. The tearing pain spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body. One step, thousands of struggles, biting the lips, I tried not to let myself cry.
8, the years of the flow, those years that can't go back. At yesterday's class meeting, we drank the parting wine, which had nostalgia and gratitude for the fulfillment of the past, but also a faint sorrow and sorrow... I don’t want to quietly root in my heart, tears in the young and determined. Turning around in the eyelids, I will slide down the eyelashes, and take it back with great care. Finally, there is no tears. No one sees our sentimental side. On the train that once had the ideal university, there is no longer your familiar. Faces, there are no more words that you used to be familiar with, and no companions that you have been so familiar with... the contact methods that you are familiar with can no longer be familiar with, silently in a corner of the day...
9, lonely ecstasy, put out the solitary lights, go with the shadow of hate. Surrounded by sorrow, still remembering, but it was old acquaintance. In the heart of tears, low-lying and hate. Thousands of turns, it is a thing of the past. It’s hard to be in love with a lonely chair and a lost god. The heart is with the thousand mountains, it is already a sun.
10, lonely as incense, if the Chinese New Year dreams. In the days of September, there was a drizzle of drizzle, and the love of Acacia permeated this time of sorrow. The evening wind blew my thin figure and penetrated my heart. Prosperous and blue, the dream is empty. Listening to the sad melody of a few years, the lonely notes are lightly on the fingers, as if every beat is flowing in a unique tear, not listening to the sorrow, breaking the sorrow of the land, singing me How much helplessness and mourning.
11, the red dust looks out, the distance is long, the heart is in the horizon. How many poems are given, one song is three sighs, the remaining sounds are around the beam, the shadows are dark, the music is clear, and the melody of dreams. Pluck the heartstrings, resonate with the soul, and instantly discharge the red plum. The flames burned in the dark music square, unchanged and changeable, beautiful and cool. The tears in the rain, the love of the world, a drop of red tears.
12. When the once beautiful garden turned into a red and full land, I knew that the winter of love has come silently. No one is accompanying me, only standing alone in the cold wind to feel the bitter cold, feeling the depression and the sorrow of the season.
13. I don't know when I was put on a spell. As long as you gently recite a spell of love, whether I am thousands of miles away or at the end of the sea, I will return to you without hesitation. I don't know when I became a nephew of love, and I prayed for love and charity day and night.
14, I think I still can't control my own thoughts, just like this late autumn, let me unconsciously lament the sadness of life, or even a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness...
15. I think I still have such a faint sorrow, but sometimes I am so eager to express this sadness so that the person I love the most can pity me and let him know that I am not doing well at the moment. Maybe I just want a simple hug or an encouraging smile. In short, I think I still don't ask for it. And it seems to me that the simple request has become my urgent desire. It really does. It won't happen, so let me be sadr than sadness.
16, writing a lot of lingering like the years of water, is so gentle and sentimental. Living in an empty world, it seems that I have forgotten for a long time, and in this lonely city, one day I will see the shackles of the world. Years like sand are always free to walk, we can't hold it, and we can't keep it. Time makes deep things deeper and shallower things lighter. Unhurriedly, there is no trace from the side, and the hope of falling away from the youth, leaving a full of gloom, dripping red blood and tears. 17. Once upon a time, the smile that opened my mouth was such a far-fetched one; once upon a time, I remembered you, and the tears easily occupied the eyelids; once upon a time, in the face of yesterday’s words, painfully and ruthlessly swept the whole body.
18. Once, I danced lightly; once, I danced and danced. I thought that I could dance with Jun for an elegant dance. I thought that I could use the most beautiful and almost perfect dance to make a curtain call for life. Unexpectedly, he was an unqualified dancer, and the dance began. A performance ended in a sad way.
19. Finally, loneliness and sorrow came together. I saw a ridiculously ridiculous, trying to escape this sad winter, but found that I was covered with scars. I couldn’t escape. The injured figure has been loved. Deep and deep in the tombstone of the Remnant of the Rose, so I have no choice but to become a slave to loneliness and loneliness in a ridiculous place.
20, a paper heart, two lyrics, still remember the six peaches in the shadow of the three. The night after you left, I used the dead branches as a pen to paint the boundless ****, but I couldn’t paint it like a red and four-five petals; I used the breeze as a sleeve to dance the bottom of my heart, but I couldn’t finish it. Two or three bends.
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