Time flies, hazy, so I have gone through the spring and autumn in my memory and come to the pale season. Perhaps, this autumn is a little lonely and cold, so cold that my world is blank, so cold that only loneliness accompanies me.
When you are drunk, you know that the wine is strong, and when you wake up, you know that the dream is empty. Those youths who have fallen in the fleeting time can't help but remember the sadness. In the middle of the night, they are crushed and filled with faint worries, trying to pick up the past that has been fermented for a long time and live forever, but also trying to cover up the loneliness of the night and turn it into the melancholy of the moonlight. Turn gloomy thoughts into songs, sing the clouds of the past, linger into thin sadness, wander on the ferry in the fleeting time, and float with endless silence.
Sadness flows, but can't hide the mottled years. Blue and white dreams are hard to open, and the lost elegance returns to the past. Those dreams are stranded on the other side of the fleeting time, turned into blooming flowers in memory, and inadvertently buried a candlelight. When memory turns into autumn tears, it becomes a time story.
Sometimes what we can't keep is what really belongs to us. We are all empty-handed, so even if we may die every day, we are not afraid. This is a sentence in T.A. I don't understand why my heart has been gloomy at the moment I saw it. Life is often empty because of too much beauty and prosperity, happiness is often short-lived, so I never expect anything. When I am sad, I choose silence and listen to my favorite songs silently.
On the edge of loved one, I am waiting for the warmth you gave me, and my cold hands are carefully caring for this unfinished love. Facing the sky, the initial youth when turning around is an endless flower on the other side, and I can't bear to give up all my life. At the end of the world, it is a sad text dancing in the wind.
A person walks in the lonely snow, and the inner narrator keeps overflowing, thinking a lot and remembering a lot. Those green ones. Mature, pulled down like a curtain, smashed the ground with dust, blurred the line of sight, and could no longer see the way when I came.
Learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the best memories; Learn to give up, you can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable. In fact, life doesn't need this meaningless persistence. You really can't give up without anything.
Counting the constant infatuation, day after day, month after month, year after year and so on. Watching the evening alone and waiting for the sunset, relying on the eternal legend, smiling makes you fall in love with each other, holding hands and turning your hair white. But you are on the other side, and I am on the other side, recording the residual temperature with the hook marks of tears, and the years with fingers locked are withered by time.
I always think about what we have done. These things are unforgettable to me. At the thought of my own tears, I soaked my eyes and let them stay slowly along my cheeks, not wanting to wipe them. My mouth slowly tasted salty, and I knew I was really crying.
In the dusty memories of being alone, I stayed with the vicissitudes of two people, clinging to the little memories and building a fortress of a warm city. I don't know, in all the seasons of causal reincarnation in the world, my heart has been exhausted. Looking back suddenly, the joy and agreement we once had and the vicissitudes of time have been covered up and turned into dust.
The past is like smoke, and the years are traceless. How many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times I dream of peach blossom. Looking back suddenly, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young.
Time flies and the past is like smoke. At that time, the old dreams left by youth disturbed the world of mortals and misty rain, put down a little red leaves to paint clear autumn, sang the annual rings of years and dreams, interpreted joys and sorrows in the stories of old age, destroyed many memories and cooled the passage of time.
Who can burn up the lovesickness, let go of the vertical and horizontal ties, and make a vow of eternal love, and can't see the curved Leng Yue. The world is separated by love, and the distance cools the heart. Forgetting Sichuan on the other side, the yellow face is acacia. If it's not so unforgettable, how can tears flow everywhere? A relaxed and sad aesthetic sentence
If one day, in an empty room, there is only music and silence, can you say something you want to express? Maybe it's just silence. Silence for too long, you will get used to being a person with a sense of distance. I choose to surf the internet, and I comfort each other with them through the internet, just like in the depths of the empty sea, those fish swimming in the cold and warm currents never talk, and their fingers knock on the keyboard very lonely.
1. On the edge of loved one, I am waiting for the temperature you gave me, and my cold hands carefully care for this unfinished love. Facing the sky, the first beauty of turning around is the endless flowers on the other side, which I can't bear to give up all my life. At the end of the world, sad words are dancing in the wind.
2, a person walking in the lonely snow, the inner narration kept overflowing, thinking a lot, but also thinking a lot. Those green ones. Mature, pulled down like a curtain, smashed the ground with dust, blurred the line of sight, and could no longer see the way when I came.
3, learn to give up, turn around and leave before crying, leaving a simple back; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the best memories; Learn to give up, you can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable. In fact, life doesn't need this meaningless persistence. You really can't give up without anything.
4, counting the constant infatuation, day after day, month after month, year after year and so on. Watching the dusk alone and waiting for the sunset, relying on the eternal legend, smile and let your three generations of love turn white hand in hand. But you are on the other side, and I am on the other side, recording the residual temperature with the hook marks of tears, and the years with fingers locked are withered by time.
I always think about what we once had, which is so unforgettable for me. Thinking of my tears, I soaked my eyes and let them stay slowly along my cheeks, not wanting to wipe them; My mouth slowly tasted salty, and I knew I was really crying.
6. In the dusty memories of being alone, I stayed with the vicissitudes of two people, clinging to a little memory and building a fortress of a warm city. I don't know, in all the seasons of causal reincarnation in the world, my heart has been exhausted. Looking back suddenly, the joy and agreement we once had and the vicissitudes of time have been covered up and turned into dust.
7, the past is like smoke, the years are traceless, the sunset is flowing, how many memories are worth combing, and how much time is worth pursuing, just don't know how many times the peach blossoms are red in the dream. Looking back suddenly, the years are scattered on the face of the season, mottled with memories, old and young.
8. Time flies and the past is like smoke. At that time, the old dreams left by youth disturbed the world of mortals and misty rain, put down a little red leaves to paint clear autumn, sang the annual rings of the years, interpreted the joys and sorrows in the old story, how many memories were destroyed and how many times passed away.
9. Who can burn all the lovesickness, put down the vertical and horizontal ties and keep the eternal oath, but can't see the bend in Leng Yue. The world is separated by love, and the distance cools the heart. Forgetting Sichuan on the other side, the yellow face is acacia. If it's not so unforgettable, how can tears flow everywhere? A relaxed and sad aesthetic sentence
10, if one day there is only music and silence in an empty room, can you say something you want to express? Maybe it's just silence. Silence for too long, you will get used to being a person with a sense of distance. I choose to surf the internet, and I comfort each other with them through the internet, just like in the depths of the empty sea, those fish that swim in the cold and warm air never speak and tap their fingers on the keyboard.