Second, I am most afraid of strangeness after deep friendship, pain after seriousness, use after trust, and indifference after gentleness.

In the face of difficulties, setbacks and challenges, you can do it as long as you are willing to believe in yourself and keep working hard, even if your life is from scratch now.

Fourth, grow up slowly but feel silent, know more but not happy. Is everyone like this?

Five, these people who are active at night! Sometimes you become timid in the face of sunshine.

6. The person closest to you is not necessarily the person you love the most, and the person you hate the most is not necessarily the person you love the most.

Seven, some things, some people will never forget, just as I can't forget you.

Eight, some people can only go if they don't come; Some things, you don't want, you can only give up; Some past events, about happiness or pain, can only be buried in my heart; Some people hope that they can only choose to forget the present or the future.

Nine, you can't believe in pure happiness, and you are safe and uneasy about the ups and downs of life.

Hold my hand and I won't get lost even if I close my eyes.

1 1. Things that are not worth remembering often haunt me because life is too idle and monotonous.

Twelve, I want to one day you suddenly appear, amazing my lonely years.

Thirteen, people who are good to themselves will become less and less as time goes by.

Fourteen, one second ago, I was still smiling in your arms: the next second, I became a supporting role abandoned by you.

Fifteen, when you have nothing, you at least have the right to be sad.

Sixteen, it doesn't matter, what's the point; It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

Seventeen, even if the signature is changed a thousand times, you won't pay attention.

Eighteen, how long can our dissolute youth be wasted?

Nineteen, we will eventually return to our own lives to see other people's plays and listen to other people's feelings. Our love is buried deep in our hearts.

How lucky I am to meet you in the long river of life.

Life is like waiting for a bus, maybe it will come later.

Twenty-two, crying, not because of weakness, but because of being strong for too long.

Twenty-three, love is not the initial sweetness, but prosperity is still inseparable.

It doesn't matter what others think of you, what matters is that you like who you really are.

What we can't forget is not those people, but what happened together.

Twenty-six, I was silently expecting, believing in my own existence, helplessness in reality, and finally trust. It took a moment for tears to understand.