Second, if you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.
Third, life seems simple, but it's hard to live.
Being busy not only makes up for my wasted time, but also paves the way for my future life.
5. There is always one heart in the world looking forward to calling another.
Sixth, no one can say that love is tired, because you are not qualified to say that you are tired!
7. Where is the future? Who can guide me? I'm so tired.
Eight, noisy horns on the road, noisy quarrels around, the sound of reading at school, and the pit of dissatisfaction with the world are all used to it.
Nine, take the initiative for a long time will be very tired, care for a long time will collapse, silence for a long time will be painful, miss for a long time will cry.
Love is like a butterfly, its specimen is more beautiful than itself. If you look down, you will get less hurt.
Eleven, when you can't change everything, can't do what you want, can't have what you want, how depressed you are, especially can't change the person closest to you, how anxious you are, and everything is so helpless.
In fact, I have been waiting for you. When you lean on my shoulder and tell me, will there be a day when your tenderness belongs to me? I won't make you sad or cry again!
Thirteen, there are only shadows along the way, but the shadows are still laughing at Russia's loneliness.
Fourteen, idiot, how warm my heart will be if I miss you occasionally. Idiot, I love you so tired, so tired. Idiot, I knew from the beginning that it couldn't end. I will never quit, thousands of people can't escape a sweet word, and we are in a daze.
15. Lacrimosa loves and becomes innocent.
How long can I endure such pain and pain for someone who doesn't love me?
Seventeen, even the best love, after all, can not escape the identification of time.
18. I tried again and again, and you hid it again and again. There is a hunch that it is too difficult to recover.
Nineteen, coffee can't lift the spirit, alcohol makes people drunk, and everyone who says no is gone. People who quit smoking are becoming more and more fierce. You are the best, but you tell the truth in the name of a lie.
Twenty, it is said that it is the end of time, but now I am standing alone on the street corner without you.
Twenty-one, I really want to keep everyone's face in my mind.
When others are angry, we might as well take it as a message for help-in fact, what they lack in their hearts is more self-esteem and affirmation.
Twenty-three, those fleeting years, those crazy, those sad, have been fixed at a crossroads.
Twenty-four, maybe too deep, and now I don't even have the courage to fall in love with someone again.
Twenty-five, when I was a child, I remembered the beautiful fireworks sea, the earth-shattering moment, the gorgeous and magical colors blooming, and the distant and quiet sky was not shy.
Twenty-six, a bumpy love, let my heart break all over the floor.
I am really tired. Who can understand me? A smile is just a disguise.
Twenty-eight, quarrel with loved ones, and tell the truth with strangers.
Happiness is to find someone who is willing to lose weight for him, but he always pats his head: eat more and don't be hungry.
Thirty, ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.
Thirty-one, hate that I love you, hate that I make you linger.
32. Whether a man can give you a sense of security does not lie in his height at all, but in his high heart. I have met many tall and timid men. I've seen short and high-spirited men. You have to be proud to be a man. Of course, the premise is to be talented.
33. Sometimes, what we love is not him, but memories.
It's not that I don't love you, but that I'm tired and want to give up.
It's thirty-five, and it won't be so sad if you have a place to pour out your heart, and it won't be so hopeless if you have a place to vent your tears.
Thirty-six, knowing that there is no result, but reluctant to leave.
Thirty-seven, secular noise and light, secular happiness and happiness, like a clean stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Mimi, warm as a spring, I don't expect anything, I just want you to be happy, not sad.
Thirty-eight, you don't have to be brave, you don't have to lie, people who know you will naturally know what you are.
39. Many times, there is no way to miss the past. It's like losing a yellow photo, something that has been preserved for a long time, a withered memory. Reach out and catch nothing.
Forty, when I meet the person I like again, I smile and shake my head, because he left, and at the same time he took away my efforts.