A person always has to walk a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then at an inadvertent moment, you will find that the things you tried so hard to forget really just disappear. So forgotten

On the road to reincarnation, no matter how much you forget your past life, you still remember a figure in your vague brain? And I can't be sure whether that person is you or not? But what I am sure of is that in the lost love, there is my attachment to you.

There is only so much warmth in my life, and I gave it all to you, but you left me and asked me how to smile at others again.

How can the vows of the past withstand the vicissitudes of life?

Maybe love is just because of loneliness, and you need to find someone to love. Even if there is no what-if ending, the person who will hold hands until old age is not the first one after all.

I ignore time because I am waiting for you to appear. I ignore distance because I am waiting for you to appear. I ignore rainy days because I am waiting for you to appear. I ignore language because I miss you, which has never changed. miss you.

I love you, every profile of your face, every look of your back, even if you don't love me.

The prosperity of nothingness brings short-term satisfaction, but between gains and losses, happiness does not increase.

The regrets of this life ended with him before they even started. They just passed by him.

I wish we could always like and love each other, so that I can look at you persistently forever, and then when you get old and I can’t walk anymore, I will tell you with a grin and wrinkles, You see, I have liked you forever. Stay with me for a long time, and never leave you.

I often feel that it takes a long, long time to shed a tear. The older people grow up, the more accustomed they are to suppressing their true inner feelings. They no longer cry loudly and laugh loudly, but just lighten up on everything. It seems that there are less and less things that can make us sad enough to cry immediately. Eventually, we become children who cannot cry.

People’s thoughts in the world are like flowers of various colors. Colored flowers change easily, and hearts change as numerous as numbness. The most fickle thing in the world is the human heart.

When we were young, we loved each other but didn’t know it.

Forgetting a person does not mean that you no longer think of it, but that you think of it occasionally, but there is no more trouble in your heart

Some things are important to you, but you cannot understand them in the eyes of others. , it just sounds like a joke.

This road is bright and clear, and the traffic is gone. But he just kept my sadness. That month, like Chang'e's gaze, fixed the floating clouds. But I was forced to get up and wander around. Turn around and only time will know.

Is there someone who can see through my bravery and protect my vulnerability? Before my tears fall, he will cover my eyes with his big palms and whisper that my eyes only look best when I smile. He would put my head on his shoulder when I was wronged, tell me that I never need to pretend to be strong in front of him, and tell me that even if everyone doesn't believe you, you still have me.

If you change your notes back to your first name, your first and last name will never go back to the original appearance.

I hid my inner sobs and let life go on as usual. New people see you as new people, old people see you as old friends. In this world, no one deserves luck or misfortune, and no one is innocent.

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.

We have been searching, searching, for the ending that we all have.

Carving our stories on the weathered gable wall, passers-by cried when they saw it.

You think this is just a short encounter, but I think it is eternal protection. You may think this is just self-righteousness, but some people are deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. I just can't let go of the fate, even if I just passed by you at the beginning, missing some things will be an eternal regret, and missing some people will be an eternal pain in this life.

I have gone through the wind and dust, one horse and one night, falling in love with everyone, except you.

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 kept our distance because the best partners are not supposed to have feelings.

When you can’t help but shed tears, open your eyes wide and don’t blink! You will see the whole process of the world changing from clear to blurry, and your heart will become clear and clear the moment your tears fall...

Forget all the mathematical formulas, just remember that you once loved me.

Are women always devoted to love, or are women too naive?

Over the years, you are the closest to me, and you are the farthest from me. Later, I finally understood that all the joys and sorrows are the ashes of me alone.

Flowers do not bloom in order to wither, stars do not exist in order to disappear, and people do not come to this world to die.

Forgive me for not having the courage to even look at my graduation photos, because I know very well that the next sentence when seeing things and thinking about people will always be that things are right and people are different.

The so-called running-in period of marriage is not the first year after marriage, but the whole life after marriage.

When the sky cries, children without umbrellas must run hard.

Broken blood, we were all desperate people with flesh and blood and soul.

The cold wind blows, the dead leaves are mottled, and the green frost on the wall begins to glow with white light again. How many past dreams like these are played out in front of my eyes again and again, and I am covered with wounds. . The uneven stone steps, the decayed wooden doors, and the dilapidated alleys. Perhaps I am the only one who still likes every plant and tree here. The wind has stopped raging, and the moon is quietly spreading cold light. I kneel in front of this dilapidated door, holding my hands Holding your favorite red leaves in my hand, I crawled in the withered red leaves and sang sad songs softly.

I thought that as long as I left, there would be no more heartache. I thought that only a certain amount of time would dilute all the sadness. But these thoughts were all just ethereal, because I would still miss you, still feel heartache, or still feel sad. I will search for you desperately, but I have never seen you again. Your smile, your shadow, and everything about you have all disappeared in my world.