What separates us is the world.

The blank waiting has changed my whole life.

The heart is not calm, and it is difficult to sleep at night. What cannot be quit is the heart failure.

A trace of melancholy, a loneliness, a few rays of sadness, hidden too deeply, is a kind of loneliness.

Time is like a shadow, few people lower their heads and look carefully.

〆What is still and needed is not motivation, but a warm hug.

Don’t wink at me. Are there any charged ones?

The wound you gave me has healed, but what remains unflattened is the scar in my heart.

Behind everyone, there is a frail wound.

I tell you with my smile "I am happier than you..."

Why can you hurt someone no matter how far away you are, but comfort must be by your side.

Regardless of whether the ending is perfect or not, I will never let you disappear from my world.

Candlestick notes, record yourself, and write down a sad song in your own hand.

The gray lone star sighed quietly, and the fireworks fell asleep in their dreams.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, snowflakes fell all over the pale ground.

The nightingale cries again in the darkness, and the sorrow and sorrow give inspiration.

I burned the midnight oil to write a piece of loneliness, and my tears made ripples on the star film.

The black longing is full of concern for you.

A streak of hurt streaks across the night sky, and a sense of loss looms in the corners of your eyes.

Freezing, replaying, replaying, I am still moved by the words of "take care" before breaking up.

After breaking up with you, I didn’t feel more relaxed. The heartbreaking ending made me breathless.

I hate myself for not being honest enough and ruining this short love.

Your kindness to me has not been shown until now, and I don’t understand how to cherish it.

The mountains are covered with pure white snow, burying your and my memories.

Fireworks filled the sky, and people painted farewells.

If I could turn back time, I wouldn't want to hurt you.

On lonely Christmas Eve, I love you again in my dreams.

I left footprints on the beach one after another, but they were washed away and buried by the sea. No one knew the traces of my visit.

It takes as long as you love to forget...

You are still happy, but you no longer belong to me.

When all time is gone, only memories remain in the burning ashes.

Among the passers-by who passed by each other over the years, who remembers whose faces? !

After I turned around, your tears kept flowing. Although my heart aches, I can only say: I will leave after the breakup.

I just want to be like the scarecrow, standing in the wheat field watching love, stupidly waiting for it to return.

Listen to music when you are tired, rest when you are sleepy; watch the scenery when you are upset, hum songs when you are happy, and take care of yourself.

I don’t want to be hurt by anyone, let alone hurt anyone.

In those days that belonged to us, nothing happened.

What happened to you recently? Is your brain sick after taking the wrong medicine? Say you miss me.

When you are young, you don’t know how valuable your child is. When you are old, you feel regretful and sad.

No matter how brilliant the feelings are, they are just youthful and energetic.

Most of your splendid love words are just myths that you overflow.

Our love is Qiong Yao’s version of a bitter love drama, but we didn’t end up together.

Let me have something to rely on so that I don’t have to be alone all my life.

Being able to cry is also a kind of happiness, but I forgot how to cry because I have been laughing for so long.

Love is both a sweetness and a torture.

Lonely wandering, walking alone on the street corner.

I have nothing of everything you said.

Your heart is the sea, and no one can reach it.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am in your presence.

All the deep loves is secret.

Love means you love me 100 times, hurt me 100 times, but I still love you 101 times.

Time As time goes by, who can still smile like a flower?

Whatever is difficult to overcome has passed, and what cannot come back will never come back.

Some things are past, such as childhood, youth, and our love.

Sometimes, I just want us to stay quietly by ourselves.

In fact, you don’t have to enter my world at all, but who made me know you.

I want to go back to the primitive world, because people would not be so complicated then.

Listening to that song reminds me of the time when I was with you.

〆. Sometimes, silence is just the inability to tell.

〆. I really want to go back to my childhood, because I didn’t understand anything at that time.

I am not lonely, I am just a person.

∝You said you are always there, and I will think of you no matter what I do.

I thought we still had many dreams to fulfill together, but I didn’t know that was my wishful thinking.

We are still so far apart. You don’t feel it, and I never feel it. Not mentioned.

The cold wind makes my cheeks sting and sting. っ

I said that no one can control me, including you.

Simply wanting to fall in love, simply wanting to be loved, but it always becomes complicated in the end.

Accidents will happen, miracles will happen, why hasn’t the person I am waiting for arrived yet? Echo

Simple dance party, colorful neon lights, me hiding in the corner and being ignored

That loneliness will always have your presence, I can’t give up everything about you Everything っ

He didn’t speak or look back, he just kept walking and walking っ

I just want to be with you, I just want you to be in my future っ

If you don’t want to live in pain, just give me a happy smile

The snow outside fell one after another, and the world soon became deserted.

It was also such a rainy day that we went in opposite directions and never met again.

We are very good, and if we say we won’t meet, we really won’t meet again.

The four-leaf clover is obviously a symbol of happiness, but after not buying it, everyone left.

I looked at the mess that they had made that turned my organized world upside down.

In Luo Kuo's field of vision, there was no place to stand.

Later, when we sang the song of mourning, things had changed.

We have been in love for two years, but I saw that when I saw her, her eyes were full of protection.

The more memories I recall, it will only lead me to the deepest part of the pain...

Without the tacit understanding and tranquility, all I have is a sense of urgency.

I left because I found happiness, so why show my weakness with tears.

The love is broken and cannot be tied up. Try to let go. Whether to leave or not, whether to stay or not, I don’t want to understand.

I was stubborn and refused to give in, but all I got in return was scars.

The memories that one person thinks are unforgettable have long been forgotten by others.

Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers, drop by drop.

The flowers on the other side bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. We miss each other but cannot see each other.