2. Happy leave, where to wander? How can you be sad if you are not confused?

3, gentle world, seemingly simple, but so complicated …

4, we used to be very happy, and every corner of our hearts was about your memories, which would torture me to death …

In today's sad situation, am I too persistent or are you too weak?

6, the dark night, please take away my paranoid thoughts …

7, an encounter, a lifetime of harm …

8, the annual rings flow, time flies, we, forget each other …

9, all the memories of quicksand, those lost years, washed away my dust …

10, I thought love was everything, only to find that everything was not love after losing it …

1 1, the martyr hates this life out of pride, and the remnant leaves feel negative out of unwillingness …

12, no waiting, no expectation, just want to enjoy the quiet world quietly …

13, there is blood in the throat for no reason, and every breath involves heartache …

14, parting is no longer far away from us, now is always beautiful, and will eventually become the past, lacking too much …

15, the moment we met, I stood in front of you, just a stranger …

16, my thoughts broke free at night to commemorate my love, only blaming time for making the most beautiful mistake …

17, you have to be fine without me, this is the only thing you can do for me …

18, what is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone …

19, when everything disappears, who can understand that only time, the fairy tale in memory has slowly melted …

20. On the day you left, I decided not to shed tears, propped up my eyes in the wind and tried not to blink …

2 1, I have never been so persistent, I don't need to promise or swear, I just want to cherish it, that's all …

22. Despair is the most perfect expectation, and expectation is the longest despair …

23, the call of the distant soul, in order to find you, I am disappointed without any hope, just disappointed …

24. The arrangement of fate once made us very happy, but after happiness, it was eternal darkness …

25, if one day, you want to leave me, I will choose silence, because your happiness is much more important than my retention …

26, that sadness stays in my heart, no matter how to fill it, it will leave traces of pain …

27, I will not struggle, struggle in your care, how can I let go of dependence without you …

28, those unbearable memories, why go to recall …

29. Sadness goes against the current, and I despair for whom …

30, master memories: After the memories, my heart ached …

3 1, you will always be the protagonist, because you know how to please, I just watch, I sit in the corner, it is easier to be silent …

32. Memory is also a priceless book, a kind of happiness that can't be bought …

33. The tears after turning should not end like this, because we will find our own way …

34. I am sinking for you in this life. After several cycles, will we fall in love again?

35, the quieter the wind, the deeper the night, abortion cold window, who sleeps. Float on the curtain, under the candlelight, thinking about whose past, sad about what is left, but leaving behind the door melancholy.

36. Light pen and ink, shallow whispers, endless tears, endless grievances, how much bitterness and cold sorrow, pale moonlight, drizzling leaves, drinking a glass of turbid wine, breaking people's worries, who is crazy and frivolous, this situation is at this time.

37. Looking back on the years when we lived together, I had no dreams tonight, but I was far away from Changting. The courtyard is deep, and I count my steps alone, looking at the plum blossoms on a cold night, but my tears flow first. How can it be as beautiful as fleeting youth, as beautiful as a beautiful face, and how can you know that spring is coming and going infinitely well?

38, the face has passed, who appreciates youth, wants to hold the winter snow to stay fragrant, and the flying snow turns into ruthless tears. After the dance, Butterfly's tears have faded. Who will pay a romantic visit to Lin Tai? Yue Bai will linger for a while, while I will cry and laugh in vain, leaving two gaps, and Xiao Ying will be buried by dew.

39, plum blossoms fall, lingering fragrance stays, adding parting feelings. Pick up the residual flowers and bury them next to the wood. Autumn has come and winter has come.

40. In the old days, I was like a dream, frowning, infatuated for a while, and intoxicated for a while. When will Japan stop? Snow can't understand my heart, can't stay in my dream, sigh and live forever, and think about the world of mortals. This feeling is hard to express.

4 1, sadness has become a river against the current, spreading my past and eroding the distant years. October is not October, but an eclipse. My vision is gradually blurred, and my memory is slowly disappearing. This October, I still failed to pick up the long-lost happiness, but eroded more sadness.

42, a game, a dream, in which I don't know that the dream is heartbreaking. Those heavy pains were picked up by me unwilling, and then my heart slowly languished.

43. There are many disappointments and sorrows, among which there is more sadness. Those little pleasures were eroded by your departure, and then my soul gradually became numb.

44. I always thought that I missed the fleeting time, but I thought that I didn't have the courage to penetrate the fleeting time. After leaving, I found that what I couldn't persist was not missing, but at the other end of the fleeting time, there was no one to wait for …

45. Love has always been a thing. How can you know love if you never leave, never hurt, never leave, never leave, never leave, never leave, never leave? It turns out that love is actually drinking arsenic with a smile. The past is a dream frozen in memory, and you are my only memory. Count the fallen leaves in front of the door; Listen, the rain outside the window is the tears of missing. Missing is a kind of sadness, happiness and melancholy, a kind of warmth, pain and surprise.

46. I heard a name and remembered some tunes, but I didn't recognize the previous ones. I used to listen to justonelastdance, but I feel good. Now, I have experienced it and I am deeply saddened. Whose face has been waiting for a thousand years, who has sunk in the search, I have exhausted all my sadness, but you don't understand my loneliness. Even if loneliness becomes ruins, you still can't swim through my lonely soul!

47. In the dead of winter that year, the wind of mood, with the sound of falling snow, blew off this stone ... It knocked on the dull emotional wound bit by bit, making your eyebrows close to my code word ...

48. I am gentle, except for desolation; I am gentle, except for sadness; I am gentle, except for sadness …

49. Talk about hurting autumn, step on the shadow of the night, sob all the way with the autumn wind, stop and go …

50, fate, fragrance yesterday; Fate, get your hands on tomorrow; Fate, lingering today …

5 1, the lonely night shocked me to throw the spoiled toy in my hand and stun the dim street lamp. I was speechless and stood on my back … the sadness falling from my fingertips spread around me … in a corner, whose sadness suddenly glowed slightly …

52. Beauty smiles, but it doesn't fly as long as water … whose tenderness is scattered all over the ground, but it passes through her fingers …

Don't fall down in the rainy season and leave me alone in the empty city. Maybe it's the evil of past lives, but the fate of this life ... its trembling love haunts my heart ... Helpless, my sadness can't change the happiness you gave me after all ... That day, the Iraqi joked that when you get married, let me be your maid of honor ... The misty eyes linger, maybe I'm still waiting for you to promise me the light on the cloud, and I'm going there with oozing blood to erase you from the Sanshengshi. There is red everywhere, but I can't doodle …

54, a captivating smile, half a city of smoke and sand can't forget the injuries left by years. Find another Iraqi: How can I hold your hand and not want to be my bride? Falling behind the roaring maple leaves, the coolness of my heart is finally rendered into the world of mortals:

55. Nothing happened yesterday, and the Sansheng Nai River remained the same. You didn't put on the clothes in your hand at last, and the tears in the corner of your eyes fell to the ground, and your heart was broken. It's not that I'm too sad to expect happiness, but I don't believe that such a beautiful long-cherished wish will come so easily, so the sooner I lose it. Happiness at the fingertips is like a soap cannon on the horizon. We can't be too greedy, so we can't appreciate …

56, the old red face is desolate, rouge is clear, tears are drunk and lonely …

57. The smoky face gradually blurred the vision. It used to be so sweet, but now it's like a silent old record. It is full of sadness, unable to sing beautiful rhythm, unable to play curled thoughts, unable to convey dreamy wishes …

58. Indifference put an end to missing, cut off the string of Yuanyang, and the fragrance dispersed in the disappearance of Yuanyang's soul. In the twilight, it was filled with endless bitterness ... Sadness dyed my hair and white hair covered my years, but my missing came and went like a dream every night ...

59, the origin of fate, after all, I had a dream, but I have no regrets. I will use a switch to look back at you. I am willing to sink into the mire of love in my life. You are at the end of the world, and I will go to the ends of the earth …

60. My heart hurts when I am young ... I tried to listen to your experience with a smile, only to find that the pain occupied the whole world, and you still owe me the ending of a story crushed by you ... Looking back, everything is like a dream, seemingly seamless, but I can't get rid of it ...

6 1, the night is over, people are drunk, and the moon is leaning against the window. Can't tell whether it's lack of oxygen or temperature? Tears swept through the ocean of yearning, taking away the temperature of love ... Outside the window, the cold moonlight climbed the branches, lazily encroached on the whole branches, paled the cactus on the windowsill, and the white thoughts gradually withered, counting the injuries in the memories in the night wind, losing those once ...

62. The love you gave me makes me breathe smoothly. I can only live on the only oxygen. Now, because of lack of oxygen at the end of the season, I feel very painful. The happiness we once said together has been abandoned in the distant embrace, smelling the fragrance of love, lying on the grass where love walked, tears annihilated my thoughts and forgot the so-called past I can't forget. ...

63, those flashing memories finally flooded into my mind … suddenly, a scene that was about to get wet was covered up by my inner strength …

64. Night is night after all, and you can't escape the baptism of loneliness and hazy sadness ... Is it night, loneliness, sadness or sadness, feeling the desolation of night? How can I make it clear? I'm just an ordinary person, with complicated feelings and helplessness. Constant rational cutting seems more chaotic …

65. How much courage do I have to face everything that is coming, and how much faith do I have to continue my persistence swaying in the wind ... Will that sensitive and fragile heart be as firm and brave as it was at the beginning ...

66, full of glass, the reality is still so cruel, always leaving me with the hardest side of my life, 72 grams of soul is so tired … but the empty body has no choice but to smile with tears and nod to accept …

67, still can't help but live, it, with the spread of sadness, has caused a storm in the city, and my world has become a water park, teetering and thriving. The neon in the distance only has a vague halo in the blurred eyes, and the eyelashes finally hang up and hang down ...

68. I really want to carve an oath on the three stones, a unique eternity between heaven and earth … What I long for is not just a warm journey, but a lifetime of waiting … In fact, it's nothing, the length of time is not important, what matters is a sincere love … Being close to you, I know this life is doomed to be sad, and it will also exhaust my emotions and tears …

69. The Buddha said: Persistence is a painful cycle of life. Where is my insistence? Can you wait until you turn around and stare ...

70. Autumn is a sad season, and a distant relationship is not as colorful as autumn … My thoughts are always entangled in nightmares, turning into biting rain in the deepest part of my soul, sighing all over the floor … I can't hide my expectations, wrapped in a thick night, and secretly heading for endless darkness, although I know that you are a phantom in my dream …

7 1, joys and sorrows, ups and downs are all condiments of life. Even if you live a indifferent and pale life and occasionally taste different flavors, even if the cold winter is a different season in your heart, the meaning of human existence, you may have your own answer …

72. Finally, I can't stop talking about my ideas and leave a world of mortals song in the air. If my heart is boundless, my heart is boundless, I am willing to go down to the dust and follow you all my life, but can you?

73. I don't know if I am possessed by life, and I don't know if those illusory scenes are calling me again and again from the depths of my dreams ... I am more and more prostrate in such beautiful scenes ... Looking back, the fleeting time is as long as it is in the gap between time and space ... I am unforgettable, and the vicissitudes of life make me sad and stop ... I am confused and ask, why? Why do you stay in my real life again and again?

74, the wind, with a distant light breath calling me … I followed the wind, sound, and returned to a quiet place …

75. Listening to a parting song, I can't live without the sound. The midnight sky leaves only a vast expanse. Write a message without dialogue, people are already drunk. I can't forget the vague vows in my diary, but the early memories of those who swear to be frank and frank are yellowed together. Perhaps it is the loneliness of this life, the wind and frost of the rebirth of flowers …

76. At the beginning of the curtain, the first quarter moon is like a hook. I thought and thought, and I kept cutting, but the reason was still chaotic. It is already cold in the autumn wind. The leaves have fallen, the autumn wind is cool, and the fragments of memory have not left the branches, just like you have never left in your heart, but this sadness has imprisoned my expectation for many years and left me alone in the world …

77. Sunrise and sunset, dusk and sunset, the season of condensation, are the tranquility after blooming. The moon is like a hook, the candle is exhausted, and the five are more disabled. See you again in my dream, without dust and smoke. It's a long road. Although it's still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Vaguely see your gaunt and ashamed face, the curtain rolling at the beginning, and that touch of classical moonlight. Whose face is lost? Whose thoughts are tied to this fragile heart string?

78. Listening to cheerful music, I tried to make my heart as happy as possible, but after being filtered by my ears, I played a series of sad sounds, like a storm, leaving behind devastation and sadness …

79. The night poured out the sadness of the whole scene. I was the only one who was hurt, but how many people can watch it? How many people can understand the moonlight crying all over the sky and sleeping alone in my body? Who can understand no one's helplessness?

80, the dust has passed, and there is no news of my old friend. No amount of emotion and care can only turn into bitter water in the heart, stealing cold alone, and the illusion of missing thousands of people gradually erodes the mourning heart …

8 1, if there are still ifs, will we be forever?

82, sinking, pale my beautiful dream, this is a rainy autumn, the weather is also very cold, always come into contact with some things, things I can't help but see and people I think of, causing the flood and drowning this injured season …

83. I relived the past scenes repeatedly, immersed myself in them, and finally fell into a dream, pouring out the pain of leaving for many years and completing the unfinished promise …

84. I can't curl up in the footsteps in the dark, dare not make any noise, dare not break the silence, but it is filled with cool breath. What a wonderful feeling, but it is so horrible …

85. I'm so scared. I'm afraid I've lost myself in such a cold atmosphere and lost the last glimmer of hope. So is living a paradise that ta gives me nostalgia or a hell that punishes me?

86. If your nostalgia can calm my caring heart, maybe I won't be so pessimistic …

If your sweet smile can be deeper, it may be able to soothe my regrets for many years …

If the reality is not so cruel, maybe I will live better …

At night, its charm spreads freely. The black wings are dotted with Ying Ying pearls, which exudes dazzling luxury. The deep darkness implies the tentacles as enchanting as poppy. There is an ambiguous atmosphere floating in the air. Crazy thoughts penetrate loneliness, tempting decadent confusion, heartburn devouring messy thoughts, and sadness clings to loneliness like a ghost.

88. The left bank is lonely, full of lonely sadness. The burning happy face that blooms instantly fades into the last touch, and the arc of the annual ring is clear ... The right bank is sad, tangled with painful lingering, and the feeling of looking back and smiling is as broken as a fallen leaf, which is hard to send ... The other side that loves you is heartache, affection and continuous meaning ... faint red.

89. There was once a legend that all the tears you shed would become fairy tales, and you were at the other end of the fairy tale. As long as you can fly across the sea, you can reach the other side of happiness in fairy tales. In this life, I stand on the lonely left bank, and you stand on the horizon of the cape ... The palm of your hand caresses the fleeting time, even if the horizon is far away, it can't cut off the long and tangled thoughts of this world ...

90. I look at your direction from a distance and condense my thoughts into raindrops and connect them in series. In the barren world, I am obsessed with infatuation and lingering expectations, crossing time and space, flying over the sea, resisting the attack of strong winds and blocking the impact of waves with my delicate body ... In the years of tempering, I have struggled hard and marched forward bravely. ...

9 1, fate plays a trick on ... eternal attachment, eternal love, once passed by in reincarnation, missed again and again, and sorrow again and again casts eternity ... this life is the last love! We can't hold hands

92, snap your fingers and smile, hide the dust of the past fate, just for a hopeless tear ... Let me drink alone tonight, which glass of wine is your rippling wave shadow? Reflect the face of that past life … let it be, tonight, I am a lonely dancer, accompanied by a miserable flute, stepping on music and breaking that long soul …

93. In this life, you don't have to wander in the boundless reverse sea ... In this life, you don't have to wait in the world at hand ... Because that wandering and waiting have been tortured into ruins and fall into reincarnation ...

94. It's late at night, and I'm still waiting on the sad shore, singing softly and turning around, but I can't go far ... I'm still looking forward to turning back the clock and taking me to the Cape with you ... until dawn comes, the left bank is near and the horizon is far away. ...

95. The Millennium dream has awakened, and my heart has no place to return. The dust of the past has passed through Mo Wen, and the fate has been broken several times ... Since ancient times, the fate has been hard to break, and there are lingering sighs and sorrows, and my soul is buried in tears. ...

96. Dreamless —— Suddenly, flowers bloom on the other side, with bloody flowers, extraditing the lost wandering souls ... Among the flowers, colorful butterflies are dancing, and light blue wings are blooming with seven-color apertures ... I know that you must have a butterfly hairpin in this life, because many years ago, I broke into a butterfly and flew to the other side waiting for happiness ...

97. Tears swept to the cold wind. At this moment, my absent eyes left only your expressionless face ... Take a sip of bitter wine and a bitter smile, and tell myself that I am doing well now ... Today, I cry wildly and continue to get drunk, at least I can enjoy the moment of drunkenness forever ... The old goose moans and plays a farewell song with the cold wind ...

98. The cruel reality has torn up my enthusiasm again and again … I am a clumsy dancer, walking alone in my own world … Everything begins to leave, and finally I am left alone in the corner, clutching my hair, unable to expect … breathing the dirty atmosphere of society and leaving this world alone …

99. In fact, love without results is the best memory …

100, some pain, I can't say it, I can only endure it until I can forget it slowly …

Some love, can't persist, even if you don't give up, you can only give up smartly …

10 1 If there is a love that can make you beautiful, or stimulate your potential and motivation, then even if this love has no result, it is beautiful and worth your regret ... Just like a flower that blooms, it may know that it will wither, but it may not bear fruit after withering, but it will still bloom and bloom so enthusiastically.

102, pearls are the distress of shells all their lives, and you are my concern all my life …

103, our love is very short, but it is enough to make me unforgettable ... Yes, if there is anything in life that we are destined to keep, then whether it is sadness or happiness, joy or sadness, it is a treasure that cannot be stripped and abandoned in our life; If we regard it as wealth and are willing to protect our life, it will be inexhaustible in our life ... Sometimes I think: if there is an afterlife, I will give everything and never regret it ... I am willing to give everything for the reunion of hundreds of millions of light years ... There is no end and no beginning; Do not meet, do not separate; Everything will go on, without twists and turns … but we have no choice …

104, what I missed was a period of time, and what I left was the constant concern; What I have experienced is the past, and what has precipitated is still unchanging sincerity; I experienced a kind of fate, but what is hidden in my heart is still a constant blessing …

105, eternal care, eternal sincerity, eternal blessing … all you can do for me is happiness, and all I can do for you is blessing …

106, if there is no if, will we still have those desires that we should or should not have?

If there is no if, how can you know what you have regretted or regretted?

If there is no if, will there be memories in our life?

If there is a if, what will we become?

Can we let time start again and let ourselves choose to change the ending again?

Will we enjoy endless happiness?

Will we stop being sad?

Will we miss the past?

Will we not let ourselves be so entangled?

107, because of your unrequited love, my life has changed since then. Later, time passed unconsciously. The same sky, different worlds inadvertently fell in love with others, just like loving you at the beginning, making people happy in a hurry. Only by looking back occasionally can I know that the despair you gave at the beginning is also a new hope. Although there was hope later, I still didn't know what to do.

108, if I don't have too many dreams, I won't have too many hopes. Because there is too much hope, I will slowly forget you from my heart until I forget our understanding, our beginning, our end, our love …

109, time can't go back. Time will only take us to the future. Time will only take us far, far away, even farther than far. If we don't know how to cherish now, then maybe one day time will bring us to a very miserable and miserable era, even more miserable than misery …

1 10, no more questions, no more searching, love, what have you given me?

1 1 1, time is still the same, time goes on, but the heart is getting old …

1 12, time, in this way, in the review and prospect, going around; Time flies, just like that, in circles, gone forever …

1 13, time flies, time flies, but I don't know when my heart seems to be old and numb. Obviously only 20 years old, but it looks scary, life seems to have lost its vitality, leaving only one heartbeat repeating the same melody …

1 14, sunshine, wind and rain, ice and snow, stars and moons, all condensed into a short day and night, opened my eyes and looked at the fairy tale repeated for thousands of years in a hurry, and the clouds in the sky fell without a trace; When winter goes and spring comes, geese no longer fly north, but bloom a season of life in the hot and humid south, unwilling to blindly pursue fatigue.

1 15, one day, one moment, if I can still remember it, it's just a vague scenery, and it's a pain that I can't remember ... Looking back, how can I have a reference and find the direction before and after in the endless universe ... Suddenly looking back, I was surprised and angry, and the direction became unfrozen words, banging on the keyboard at random.

1 16, when was the spring flower and autumn moon that year?

That year, I fell in love with this story, and I was worried about giving new words …

That year, ribbons easily dumped people, turned cherries into red and plantains into green …

That year, the dream was in my heart, and I loved that corner …

1 17, once upon a time, when we looked at the bright galaxy overhead, the stars still filled our hearts every night, but the tears of sadness for the cowherd and the weaver girl disappeared ... because we grew up and no longer believed in fairy tales ...

1 18, we are still kind. When the dust around us fills our hearts, we wave to wipe it off, but we have to endure the unbearable pain inside. Young and ignorant, we don't understand the rules of the adult world …

1 19, when we wake up from fairy tales, we pretend to face the world firmly, lonely and indifferent. The poverty of family and the pressure of life spur our hearts, no matter how muddy and bumpy the road ahead is …

120, a young child, is an innocent angel, so kind that people love him … He will learn to hold his head high, just to prevent tears from falling from his eyes, and even if he is hurt, he will turn around, force a strong smile and tell you: I am fine, really fine …

12 1, life is a gorgeous fireworks, and we don't want to stay where we are, even if there are fire trees and silver flowers overhead; Dream, follow the song all the way forward …

122, I don't understand, others say that the painful memory can change slowly with time, but it has always been in my heart, quietly invading my heart in such a late night, spreading and repeating …

123, I used to think that love is beautiful. For that distant happiness, I abandoned everything and tried to care for it. Now, I just want to live simply, look at the world coldly and leave everything in my memory …

124, from now on, I am alone, guarding my loneliness, unloading all the burdens and stumbling forward, looking forward to the next happy reincarnation …

125, have you ever had your heart broken? Does love belong to me or not? For me, these questions are no longer important, because I have done the last and let go passively. After being hurt by love, I gave up helplessly; Heart, no longer waiting for love. This feeling is like a memory that I really want to throw away. Some things have not been owned but have long been lost …

126 I always thought that as long as I love someone as much as I can, as long as I love each other deeply, I can get happiness, but the reality cruelly tore up my wishes a little, letting me know that in this world, in addition to happiness, love can also become a burden and a kind of pressure. After deep love, I had to give up and leave my heart in my memory ... In such an environment, I gradually learned to be calm.

127, parting ways, far apart, soft rain blowing, melting feelings and worrying dreams, farewell, lonely moon reflecting water …

128, the distant dream didn't wake up, the blurred morning light, the afterglow of the clear moon, the feelings that bypassed my heart, the flowers that fell among the flowers, the dreamy tenderness that I never stopped …

129, thousands of miles away, all the way through the wind and rain, infected with secular youth, drunk and crazy about painting, crazy about picturesque Jiangnan! The world of mortals in the pen is pale and confused, and the scenery is centrifugal, which only increases the confusion that the mind can't shake. Flowers bloom in October, I don't know where?

130, perhaps, my heart has cooled to zero, perhaps, it is already beyond redemption, but the scene when I turned around, did you feel a little moved and dream? Everything is a dream! Wind and rain, still.

13 1, looking back on eternal life, the fleeting time was originally a mistake, scattered in the ups and downs corner, surrounded by the silence of youth, thinking of an ink painting under the moon alone, my heart overflowing with charming love songs, expressing my deep feelings and being drunk in my dreams.

132, love is more than just writing poems on paper. In the quiet night, listening to the dream fly away, the breeze and drizzle continue, and the soul is broken and chaotic. Those fleeting years are no longer wonderful, but the affectionate expectation will be eternal!

133, for whom will love stay and when will dreams stop? The meaning is uncertain, and there is no such thing as …

134, boundless sea, where are you? Like a cowherd on the other side. Step into the familiar street and walk through the first place. At that time, your smile deeply touched me. Did my violent heartbeat touch your heart? Is the initial beauty interdependent?

135, time flies like a lifetime ago. Who recorded the broken beauty on the paper, who arranged the affectionate diary with messy fonts, how to wear away the tender time with heartbroken handwriting, and the pain always lingered in the faded memory ...

136, thinking about it day and night, sketching an ink and piecing together a picture. The burning cigarette in his hand suddenly rose in a thick black fog, rippling in the air, trying to indulge in the smell of nicotine. Maybe, only in this way can I add some scars …

137, the night is getting deeper. I can't sleep tonight I listened to the cold wind blowing outside the window and let it disturb my mood. I feel helpless and desolate. Leng Yue is singing sadness in the cold wind. The cold wind pricks a sad face, and Leng Yue hangs branches. Who will sing loneliness with me …

138, when loving you becomes your burden, then I choose to give up …

139, when love is a thing of the past, why pursue it again?

140, I thought you were a kite, and I had that thread in my hand. Wherever you fly, I belong to you after all.

14 1, now I finally understand that if I love you, I shouldn't bind you.

142, I don't want you to see my tears, because you will be soft-hearted, but you will not be happy.

143, some people say that there will be no eternal love in this world.

If you and I can't even have a short love, it's better to let go of each other.

144, I care about everything about you. Only you and I are to blame.

145, I know there is a kind of love called giving up, which is the deepest love for you.

146, get your hands on youth, fatalistic paranoia and sadness …

147, nothing to do with beauty, nothing to do with glory, nothing to do with commitment … It's just that I waited blindly, silently staged a show with no audience, no director, only me, and I was practical all my life …

148, obsessed, still obsessed, guided me off the train again and again, and then turned my back on the train and walked away. In the end, I still have no residue left. What I want to know is, in the days of waiting, who is better than who and who despairs for whom? The train goes round and round, from beginning to end, shuttling through the city. Who is thinking silently and who is listening to crying? I silently wish everyone on every train to reach the finish line safely, quietly, as calm as water, just like facing a calm lake, with no distractions, where can I find pity? And those noises, like quietly flowing songs, whisper in my ear …

149, the story ends here. It is a kind of loneliness at work. Everything is like fireworks. After the flowers bloom, there is endless loneliness ... along the direction you left, you crossed a scar, full of emptiness and powerlessness. ...

150, doffing, covering up the prosperity. The morning light awakens the soul.