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Help me think of a screen name, personal signature, and Tibetan poems about heart-locked love. The mood is equally sad.
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If it's only the first sight (scene)

Lonely people are scattered in other alleys.

Empty city

Get an empty city

Defend the empty city alone

Dust exposure

Obsessed with scattered empty cities

The gift is a fan abandoned in summer.

How heartlessly you changed your feelings.

Burning the emotion that blames me for fading quickly.

Empty resentment

Don't wander into the yard on the swing.

Once this is over,

symbol

Who can't make public, who try to be brave in a strange room.

Who is afraid of rotting at night and making his breath suddenly savage?

Perhaps, missing doesn't need results, it just proves that someone once existed in my heart.

Is it possible to give the young lady a certificate to prove that it once existed?

I am always alone, you have never been here, and I have never appeared in your world.

It's just that my heart hurts too much, too much ... and then I can't feel the pain. I can't remember the light and shadow of the class barge.

Listen to a piece of music, miss a period of time, sit for a period of time and miss the palm print of another period of time.

You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.

ear There is no noise.

Eyes. There is nothing interesting.

Mouth. Silence.

This is a wrestling battle without time limit. The more people care, the worse they lose.

If the truth is a kind of harm, please choose a lie.

If a lie is a kind of harm, please choose silence.

If silence is a kind of injury, please choose to leave.

Carousel is the cruelest game,

Chasing each other has an eternal distance.

It is to complete the parting and giving up that you don't want to perform in real life in a long dream. Is this dream too cold and cruel?

How happy the past imagination is, how long the present regret is.

No matter how beautiful it is, it can't stand forgetting, and no matter how sad it is, it can't stand time.

Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.

It turns out that I'm just a gorgeous puppet,

Played all the prosperity in the world, only

I found countless gold and silver threads behind him.

What affects me is that even if I raise my hand, I cast my foot.

Whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows;

Whose smile is worth whose tears;

Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation;

Whose palm print can redeem who's sin.

We are too close to memories and too far away from freedom.

Sometimes I can't forget it, but I just fall in love with memories.

A hesitation, a betrayal and an accident are enough to make it wither.

Get rid of everything and disappear.

Maybe. This is just a dream.

A broken dream. The flowers have withered and withered.

Finally, it was a tragedy. Know each other and love each other.

Finally broke up.

Youth, like a grand and gorgeous play,

We have different masks and play different roles.

Deduct different experiences, but have the same sadness.

Love, life, not Lin Daiyu, will not be amorous feelings because of sadness.

Countless feelings are incomplete without tearing themselves apart, and there is no need to tear them apart.

When we were young, we danced together because of who was in love or because of loneliness;

After the vicissitudes of life, why are we as lonely as ever but would rather be strangers?

Who can understand whose deep love, who can understand whose departure.

The silk thread of memory is like a curse, which tightly binds me at every sunrise and sunset. What should I do, cut the silk thread and stop tying myself up?

In every sincere relationship, there is always a person who sacrifices his soul and gains cruelty.

You left in such a hurry that I began to wonder if you had been here.

Flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories, disturbing lingering

poetic sentiment

Whispering love stories and writing love pictures.

Open a love flower and cover a blue tile.

* * * Drink a cup of green tea and grind a bowl of green sand.

Roll up the veil and look at the crescent moon in the sky.

Love is like ink, blue and white, why not be afraid of instant youth?

This smile exhausted the power of pain;

This time, I was relieved and exhausted the space in my memory;

This farewell exhausted the courage of love;

Cry this time, use up the expression of your love;

Because this is the last time I love you.

Leisure is like a broken string, and clouds disturb half the sky.

The smile and sigh are only shallow, and the tears are a little salty for no reason.

When night comes, only thoughts are left. Who will pick up the parting?

Learning Chinese characters to break the bridge leads to thoughts, and the lonely shadow only waits for the snow.

Who broke his promise,

Who killed who has endless thoughts?

Stop using modifiers and sing me the clearest song;

Don't guess what to say, look at me with transparent eyes;

Don't flinch from anything, give me your cocked finger;

Don't say you don't love me anymore, but give me the memory of your love.

I'll answer if you're not satisfied.