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Sad and decadent sentence


1. Perhaps not, here is the process of falling into the abyss. There is only a catastrophe on the bottom, being sealed, being tormented, being wandering... It is more painful to lose all the exchanges.

2, lonely people will always remember every person who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you still remembering my loneliness over and over again in every starry night.

3, smoking is a mechanical act when you are lonely, there is nothing to do, no one can read, no feelings sigh. Just subconsciously point a cigarette and ignite another kind of loneliness.

4. Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. But in other words, people are detained and never have the right to decide their own lives.

5. Where are you going tomorrow? Maybe a second, I no longer have tomorrow. I am not a non-mainstream decadent cut that has become my mainstream.

6, eyes hollowed out, the soul attached to the smoke rising, suspended in the air, indifference overlooking the naked reality, numbly accept all the feelings in the shackles.

7. Those people, those things, those words, what do I have to remember you? The life that has gradually drifted away has degraded my memory.

8. The time is lightly broken and can no longer be stitched completely.

9, decadence, will not give birth to sinking, desolation, and will not looted.

10. My heart is drifting to the bitter sea! Tears, falling. Heart, broken. The taste of dryness, blending into sadness, no one can understand! In the darkness, alone in front of the window, looking up at the sky. In the night sky, the stars of the sky flashed like a long lamp! The lights are gone. Only one flash of light smoke is slowly rising in the endless sorrow, turning into a dream! The dream has fallen! The only ones that are retained are the ones that are included.

11. I lost my thoughts, I was taken back, I couldn’t converge, I was confused, I was vague, I lost my compassion, I lost my love, I lost my self-reflection. So, I have no heart, so I don’t care, so I am degraded, so I choose to die.

12, I am the same country as loneliness, this may be fate. In the darkness, I lit a candle, and the dim flame twitched gently. It was a silent heartbeat. The candle was gone, the darkness swallowed me, no resistance, no struggle. I have been used to darkness. Walking alone in the street in the middle of no night, my world is still only my own, cold and helplessly spread quietly, I am in pain.

13. When my heart hurts, I will smile at the misty smoke, let it go, the past, the people of the past. Sometimes, I will cry in the quiet night. Just to vent your grief. The cocoon, like a butterfly, shakes its wings, dancing with pain and happiness.

14. In those lonely days, how lonely and helpless have suffered my heart. Lonely, I tried to face death, but everything has gone. The smoke gave me an illusory world and isolated everything in the world.

15. In this world of rush and reality, Zhang looked and repeated, accustomed and tired, the same car, the same scenery.

16. How do you know which year of autumn, decadence and confusion sprout and spread, and it will last forever. Disappear, no longer continue, then stop like this, and that side may have more choices than now...

17, once thought that encounter is a kind of beauty, until the injured heart tumbling in the bitter tears, only to know that this poetic encounter, the original hidden painful aftertaste! Heart, pattering with drizzle, heart rain keeps falling, my thoughts can't find a way back, I look forward to the empty heart! But who knows, but there are always clouds of darkness slowly floating. Every time I look forward to it, I am buried in the cold, I know your helplessness, and your unspeakable sorrow!

18, I really like that decadent life. It seems to be able to see a more authentic self, a self without a mask. Without a mask, it feels relaxed and feels natural.

19. I always live in a decadent world. There are a bunch of decadent friends around me. Of course, I am also a decadent person. Perhaps decadence is a unique portrait of our generation of children during their youth, another unique rebellion?

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