Two hearts used to be so close, but now they have to give up like this.

Because you just don't love this person enough, it's wrong for him to say more.

I'm afraid my memory will be less and less like an hourglass, and it will be blurred one day.

After parting, my hands can't touch your temperature anymore.

You never looked back and took everything from me. Since then, my heart has been abandoned in the snowy border.

I love each other very much, and I wish we were flesh and blood. I am more afraid that someone will say that you are crazy about love, and you will ask the other person if it is enough.

When a person no longer has it, the only thing he can do is not to forget it.

Actually, I used to be cute. At least I'm sure it will last forever

It doesn't matter to lose you, but the sunshine is no longer warm, and the excitement has nothing to do with me.

After separation, the days that you and I walked together were carved into curves in our hands.

We put on the wrong mask for each other, so we parted in a hurry before we met.

There are many things in a person's life that can't be given up. Only love can give up again.

In addition to offering infinite affection and patience, you need a little courage to refuse.

The saddest thing in the world is that the person you love deeply is attached to another person with the same affection.

Love is the eternal life of two people, not one person's wishful thinking.

Even if you have almost had a happy perfection, your heart can't go back, can it?

I admit that I made a mistake. My mistake is to love you, my mistake is to believe in love.

Personality signature after breaking up: you gave me all hope. But it blocks my sunshine.

I stayed where I was, without waiting for you. Just wait for yourself to give up.

Thinking of you has become a worry, and when I insist, the desire in my eyes is too late to hide and so frank.

It takes only a moment to love you, but it takes a lifetime to forget you, even not enough.

I am most afraid that I have decided to live by myself in this life, but suddenly I hear from you, without you.

There is such a name in my heart, and some words are so rotten in my heart.

Life is a lucid dream, a dream from which you cannot wake up.

The years gone by like running water, gone forever.

Go against the light, leaving only the back, leaving the season to you and traveling to the south.

This love, I lost ruthlessly enough, and she won seriously enough.

Every city is a mark, and I witnessed a parting and sadness.

The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

What makes me most proud is that I can laugh mercilessly after the hysterical pain.

All I miss is a simple name, a simple meeting.