Current location - Quotes Website - Personality signature - Classic sadness talk about that sentence: why bother to grieve with your heart?

I know there is an insurmountable river between you and me, and that is real life. Some things will never belong t

Classic sadness talk about that sentence: why bother to grieve with your heart?

I know there is an insurmountable river between you and me, and that is real life. Some things will never belong t

Classic sadness talk about that sentence: why bother to grieve with your heart?

I know there is an insurmountable river between you and me, and that is real life. Some things will never belong to me, and the post station of life has already been delineated, and even if I go back 500 times, I can't get together again. Sadly, the encounter in the world is as silent as fireworks. Who writes poetry with a dull heart, turns the prosperity of past lives and the silence of this life into fallen leaves and clears the frost on the first floor! In the world of mortals, fate comes and goes. Who carved the wind and frost in my brow, but let me sigh alone? Who planted sadness in my heart, but left me crying? How much sadness turns into faint resentment, how much desolation turns into Hua Zhong, how much parting turns into clear tears, and how much waiting turns into lovesickness. Regrettably, this sentence dedicated his life to tenderness and poetry. Looking back sadly, who is still waiting in the lost empty city? Just like fleeting time, a gentle fleeting time, time ages hair and face. The world is full of dust, and my heart is only waiting for one person. My smile only rises for you. On the ferry of reincarnation, I miss you gently with my fingertips. From then on, I was alone in the empty city. Regrettably, youth is a gorgeous robe full of lice. How many fairy tales always like to be staged in a chaotic season? Young people don't know how to cherish. In a few years, it will be clear after experience. Maybe young love is true, and there is not much materiality, but none of us can go back to that innocent age. Sad talk about getting to know each other, knowing each other, cherishing each other and leaving each other. We finally missed it. The flowers were beautiful and withered at that moment. Fireworks are beautiful, but only in an instant. After all, we are too young and frivolous to understand love. At the age of not knowing love, we met, and finally we were prosperous and delusional. In the end, we still live in peace. Sadly, I talked about the phrase "every year, who is allowed to die; In retrospect, these years are just a dream. You are the strongest wine I have ever drunk in my youth, and I am really drunk; You are the most bitter medicine I have ever seen, and I really want to taste it; You are the most beautiful poem I have ever written in my dream, and I have really read it carefully. Only now, the music is over and the prosperity is gone. Everyone has a beautiful part in his heart, which swells into a heartbeat when he is young and meets you at the most beautiful age. Similarly, everyone's heart will have a heartache, wrapped in a person's chaos, wandering alone in the lonely night. The scattered remains, however touching, are hard to piece together into the original appearance. Now, I am looking at the corner of time alone, stroking past thoughts and letting tears blur my vision. Sadly, the moonlight is like practicing, and the lights are on. Looking at the stars in the sky, the traces of memory are outlined in my heart. Some past events, over time, have become stories; Some scenery, in the journey of life, has been frozen. Sad to say that too many phrases meet, just like this flower is prosperous, gorgeous, dazzling and intoxicating. But time is pressing, and there is nothing to say. There is no absolute stability in the world, such as this spring flower, which will eventually become empty after its prosperity. Sadly, the phrase ran out, just for a moment. Like a fireworks, gorgeous and dazzling, indomitable, fleeting, lonely and cold. Rain drops, magnolia dries up, and there is a grand curtain call. From beginning to end, a person's grandeur, no one applauded or even remembered, quietly opened and disappeared silently. Even if you have no reservations, you will never be alone. You left, and you were indifferent from then on, as if you had never lived in the future. Sadly, that sentence was born as a human being, lonely in the world, running around and exhausted, like dandelion petals. From the moment the wind blows away, the direction of homelessness is full of loneliness in the distance. Sad talk about that autumn chase, can it take away my homesickness? Or will it bring more sadness? The slow falling of maple leaves is the end of everything? But I can't change my familiar face. Sad phrases are hard to remember, or think of the past. What used to be vivid is now hard to write. Can't figure it out, can't guess? Tonight, without the crow of the moon, first frost still keeps his promise, but without Jiang Feng and fishing fire, he is also sleepless. I just don't know who listened to the bell outside the city, and whether you in the passenger ship, like you tonight, only heard the lonely cry in the middle of the night. Sadly, in the days without her, missing is like falling leaves in the autumn wind, wandering lonely, swaying a little melancholy and sinking in loneliness. Perhaps only by grasping the instantaneous monologue can we appreciate the bitterness. He secretly felt sad and wanted to leave the bustling city, waiting for emptiness alone, enjoying himself and being self-sufficient, and living a monotonous but regular, deserted and quiet life. In the days without her, he has been thinking that maybe after he is drunk, he really won't have sober thoughts and sadness, and maybe he can dance with her in the clouds after he is drunk. Maybe when he is drunk, he can hold her hand with tears in his dreams, and the words of * * * leave love. Maybe he won't feel a trace of sadness when he is drunk, but he is wrong. Sad to say that sentence, I will feel distressed when I miss you, and my heart will be full of relief when I bless you. Sincerely, I just hope you are well, even if I never see you again for the rest of my life. Forgive me for not being cruel enough to hate you. Time flies, when I relive my old dreams, I will find that the time I spent with you is so beautiful that I can't bear to forget it. Sad to say that the cool breeze caresses the skin, which makes people feel cold. But since when, I will think of you gradually, but since when, I can't remember your appearance, leaving only a vague outline. Since when, I can't say that kind of attachment. I only know that there are countless names in my heart, but at sunset, there are countless you in my heart. Sad to say that sentence on a cold rainy night, I feel stronger, leaving behind harm; Sitting alone on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette; I fell in love with the intoxication brought by cigarettes, as unreal as reality. It takes a minute to meet someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes me a lifetime to forget you. Sad to talk about the sentence 1, why some words can't always be written in my heart I like unrequited love, because unrequited love will never fall in love. I still love you, even though you will never be mine. I want to cherish my strength for the people I love. How pathetic. Sadly, this shore and the other shore are like the sea. I am a butterfly. Even if I have the courage to fly across the sea, there is no waiting on the other side. I can only stand at the ferry and watch this parting, carved into a monument by the wind and dust, standing at the ferry and waiting for someone to return. Since love or not, we will not meet in the afterlife. It is better to lean against the building and listen to the wind and rain, overlooking the rivers and lakes. Turn around, leave happiness to you, sadness to yourself, bury your heart in silence and leave me in silence. It takes only one second to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. After listening to a song called "The Most Familiar Stranger", how helpless are two people from lovers to strangers? I didn't understand why strangers are the most familiar, but now I understand. Love a person can be humble to the dust, and then open a flower on the other side, and the flowers will bloom and fall, and we will not see each other for thousands of years. When I met you, my palm opened a flower for you; When I fell in love with you, I lost the world for you Love is like wine. If you don't taste it, it's hard to understand how drunk it is. Only when you are drunk do you know how strong the wine is, and only when you love it do you have a deep understanding. Love is lonely in the depths, asking where is the end of the world? Origin, I met you by chance in the crowd, fate has passed, and you are a stranger to me in the world of mortals. Sad to talk about love in the world of mortals, how can I put it down, how can you bear to miss it in the world of mortals? The moment you turned around, my tears soaked the paper. So, I built a city in my heart, and I only hope that one day you can come back and watch your wandering back. At that moment, it snowed heavily in my heart. Sad words turn the sadness of that moment into the hope of goodbye. Life is like this, meet, leave, meet and leave again. When you wave goodbye, you may never see it again. Give up something that doesn't belong to you, even if it hurts like being cut slowly with a blunt knife. Sadly, the phrase is somewhat active and others ignore it; Some care, some don't feel. Why use sincerity to get sadness, and finally only chilling; Why should we use attention to save indifference? In the end, we have to ignore it. Sadly, there is only a thin line between gain and loss, on the edge of love and hate! It is impossible to predict who will be around until the end! Suddenly, only to find that people who have passed away have long since stopped mourning! Close your eyes and only hear, time is like the wind in your ear! Sadly, I said that the sentence went so clearly, without leaving a trace, and I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to cry. You left, I stood, and I left after a long time, taking away my thoughts and infatuation. Losing tenderness is an excuse to leave. Will you remember the time when we walked together? I used to open the window at night, let the night wind blow the long curtains, play a favorite guzheng song, and make a pot of tea and rain green tea. Faint, don't miss people far away, and don't wait for the phone that doesn't know when to ring. Let yourself be immersed in the faint, clear tea fragrance and spend the best time of the day with your own shadow!