Falling in love with something that looks beautiful but useless seems like you have not benefited from it, but in fact you see your love in this thing and understand that there is still much in this world that is worthy of you. Love, try to get close to something.

I have worked with her for one hundred and fifty-five weeks, and today is the first time we have sat together.

Because human emotions are difficult to control.

So we have always kept a distance, because the best partners should not have feelings.

Autumn is here, the leaves are falling, and the wind is crying tears of sadness.

My heart is no longer looking forward to a new tomorrow, and my tears and sadness are meaningless. People are unintentional, greedy, and evil. Love is dead!

The roses bloomed in the silver moonlight. They were the dreamy faces of the fallen angels who had lost their wings. They spread and bloomed in the abyss beyond the reach of God's grace.

The love in this world is more scattered than reunited, more lost than gained. People are separated among the flowers, and the garden is full of regrets. Where can I send my love? Cool breeze, bright moon. The truth is love.

She gave everything back to him, and he gave everything back to her. He did as she wished, and from then on, the mountains and rivers were separated forever, and the rivers and lakes were forgotten.

Legend has it that Venus has no arms and Cupid has no eyes. People who fall in love either cannot catch each other or cannot see each other clearly.

The most regrettable thing in life is not not getting what you want, but that you never know when you turn around and say goodbye forever.

No matter how bright the moon is, no matter how hard it shines on the sea, it cannot explore the depth of the sea. Yue and Haiben have no intersection, and the best ending is just looking at each other.

If love is life, then I was born on the day I met you, lived in the years of falling in love with you, and died at the moment I broke up with you.

Growing up is cruel. It allows a person to move from clarity to filth, from brightness to darkness, from ignorance to fear, from simplicity to complexity, and from self to loss of self.

When you fall in love with someone, you are probably afraid that it will rain in his city, that he will not bring an umbrella when it rains in his city, and that he will not be able to arrive in time to deliver the umbrella when he does not bring it. go.

I felt like I was standing in front of the door of that world. I couldn't see the blue sky and morning light, couldn't feel the breeze and the fragrance of flowers. I could only see him gradually disappearing into the darkness inside the door, his figure helpless and determined.