22 Classic Nostalgia Full of Sad Girls' WeChat Names Cold Words Cold Feelings
If my heart is tired, I will cry and be invisible to you. It's good to be lonely and lonely. But it's a long time, but I can't miss you. I'll send you a hug and give you a cold feeling. It turns out that you just passed by for a long time and got old and started writing. Old people who can't write endless sadness don't return to each other, and each student likes the love that has passed away before the island is clear, and the heart has not slept. Love is sentimental, so sad, the melody is childish, and commitment-can't wait for tears, can't shed blood, and can't pretend to be sad. Love with a smile is flawed. Night, still cold and astringent memories pierce the heart-continue, that loneliness and hypocrisy let go of the pain. Loneliness next to singles, wrong love, lost love, and returning home. Cruel pain. The sun is crying, the Millennium tears are overdrawn, and it is owed to a lifetime. Singing loneliness, laughing and crying, breathing will hurt-the sun burns the eyes and suffocates, gentleness without dreams is a good lover who does not return and is sad. Swaying habits, smiling, dying for two or three years, and missing nothing? Only the last remnant of Dё arrogance, the poison caused by a person listening to love songs and memories, will not hurt the lover. The story is too long and too sad. What can I say against my eyes? Too much talk is like silence. My smile hurts time. I will tell the truth. I was sentenced to lifelong loneliness by love. I lied to myself. When I was cold, my heart was doomed to be lonely. I walked in the cold wind and listened to the rain. I folded flowers and carried wine. My heart was like a desert island, and my tears were wet, and my memories were full of romance. The sound of the rain at night is annoying. Only when you are heartbroken can you understand the sleepless blue bird that you can't escape. ◆ The blessing of youth is buried like this. Fireworks are lonely in March. Who's coffee with sugar and sweet to the sad corner of your eyes? That tears love, It's just a word. I'm the god you can't be taunted. I'm crazy that fate buried me-the dazzling strawberry on your neck is sad again, and it has been deleted with a smile. Smile, perfunctory heartache. _ _ _ A sad song under the Paris Tower hums a desolate smell, and being thrown at eggs is also a kind of enjoyment. What's the use of being reluctant to give up//What's the use? I can't forget the pain left in my eyes. Fallen flowers and fallen willows, just because you are unwilling to give up in the end//and what have you never loved in an alternative way of single and fashionable interpretation? Why talk about the future? It's a feeling/unspeakable heart. Why care about your feelings? Sketch your incomplete love and forget those warm comforts? There is nowhere to put your youth. Pinellia blooms and hurts the fleeting time. Crying is the moment to give up everything, dazzling ambiguity, unbridled tenderness. We are destined to be each other's empty memories.