The more sad the world, the more happy I am.

Guiding language: The more sad the world, the more happy I am. When people are more sinister, I want to be more kind. When the setback comes, I have to stand up. I want to be an optimistic, unrelenting person who does not blame, and who bravely accepts all the challenges of life.

We look around and just want to find a front to lie down. We are going slower and slower, and we can’t keep up with the old and the old.

When I was young, I watched the stars in the sky. Whenever a meteor crossed, I never had time to make a wish. When I grow up, I meet someone I like, but I still have time.

Forgive me for being indifferent, choose not to contact, because I, worried that you will hear me, still so sad.

Before dawn dawn, please allow me to look back the last time, the road to hand. From now on, there is no world of you.

I tried to forget, but I remembered all the memories in this festival and had your memories. Are you happy now?

I really want to love you, but I don’t have the right to hold you tight. From now on, if you can be happy, leave me alone.

I am grateful for the happiness I have borrowed from you. The pain that you have given has been quietly covered up. I will obey and walk well.

A man can't forget the old lover, and he must have hurt her in the past years. He couldn't make up for that mistake. When knowing that it is irreparable, the only way to compensate is to miss, and also to punish yourself with her nostalgia.

Freedom is valuable, but we use this most precious thing in exchange for love, because loving someone, knowing that they will lose their freedom, is willing to make a promise.

We said in the mouth that "there is no banquet in the world", but my heart is reluctant to drink the wine in my hand, and I want to sing another song and sing a song. Can you not leave?

Suddenly dreaming of you last night, the happiness of reaching out to wake up so much that I found out that although I have been stubborn and unwilling to mention it, you have occupied that memory, and in my heart, I have never left.

Even in the same small city, they never met again. At some point in the day, walking in the same street, you can't see each other.

I always remember to love you.

One day, I am married. If I have tears, then the tears are because the married person is not you.

Some people describe life as a journey, standing long and standing, and then always miss the most beautiful scenery on the way.

Your hand is not big, not generous, but when I pull me, I am especially at ease. I am not afraid of how far the black is, as long as you are pulling. But if you don't pull it, even if you are familiar with it, I will be afraid. My left hand is your right hand, I want to hear you say to me, baby, I will pull you forever.

I don't miss you very much, I miss you, but just miss you and not bother you.

If the place of birth can be re-selected, can you be born with your place?

If life can be chosen, can you be born with you?

If everything can be chosen, can you not leave?

If everything is just if, then how can I live?

Is it heartache or love? I only have a heartache for you.

If everything can come back, what can we do? What can we do?

Regarding love, he always likes to say: "Between two people, on the road of life, there must be people who are relatively backward. Then, please run back in front of people from time to time, at the corner, stop briefly. And wait."

Some people are easy to be emotional and easy to forget.

Whether you are an angel or a devil, whether you are in heaven or hell, I only know that you are in my heart. Forgive me, there is no way to miss you.

I love you like a goldfish, but you love me like a hedgehog.

It doesn't matter, you have yours; anyway, I have mine.

I shouldn’t think of it when I’m reluctant to think of it, and the years that have passed away seem to be visible through a piece of dusty glass.

The butterfly is still in love with flowers, but you miss my time and miss the cheek of my reincarnation. Do you still love me, I am waiting for you.

When the tears dry, the eyes are dry. When the people leave, they let the heart die. When it is dark, don’t let the lights turn on again. When you leave, I close all of them.

Missing, very close to me; happiness, far away from me.

Everyone has a shadow in my heart, but my shadow is very clear, so I recognize him.

Why do we always say, say goodbye, say there will be a period of time, and say that it will last forever; why are there so many people who say that they are gone, say goodbye, but never see again.

It turns out that the vows that cannot be adhered to are more cruel than lies.

I always wanted to find a way out for my soul, maybe the road is too far, there is no home, but I can only move forward.