The lights are shining and the stars are shining, the voices are incomprehensible, and the songs are not endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, people are gone, and it is impossible to say how lonely it is. Loneliness is the dream shadow by the pillow, and loneliness is the bright moon in front of the window. When you come out of your dream, I can't see your smile anymore. We met so much, we missed so much, we loved each other so much, and we were so apart. Lonely because we always take the wrong bus, and lonely because we always take the wrong bus.

I thought I would love you until the end of my life, but now I don't want to end my life. Yes, I don't love anymore and cheated on you again.

I can't tell you since when, in the illusion of thinking about you, you gradually faded away from gentleness, I silently recalled the heartbeat of the past, pity and nostalgia day by day. I don't understand why, in the dream at night, you no longer tempt me, no longer change your expression and indifferent gaze, see through my body again and again, you can't perceive my existence, the urge to hug each other fades night after night. I can't forget the embrace, and I don't give up your beautiful gentleness and delicate grace, but I know that this is no longer love.

Sitting in the same night, accustomed to thinking of you. There are no more sad thoughts, no more sweet lovesickness, just a continuation of a habit of having you, thinking of you in the night. Thinking about the past you and your present, there is no yearning to enter your world, and there is no urge to embrace you, it is still a barrier of distance, and I have no courage to leap forward. You have given me a lot, different warmth and touch, different gentleness and beauty, different warmth and sweetness. However, I am used to thinking about you at night, and my heart no longer fluctuates, and I feel that I miss without love.

I'm a ruthless person, and I don't like to say it so frankly, so cruelly. If love is judged by results, then I am a scoundrel and you love the wrong person from the beginning, if love is judged by process, then I am a liar and give you an empty joy, if love is judged by feelings, then I am a prodigal son and will only love you when I love you. Without love, I don't pity you anymore, you should resent me, resentment can dilute your love for me, without love, you don't have to hate yourself, it's all my fault, even if you torture yourself, you can't punish me for being ruthless.

If someone says that love will be lost to time, you don't believe it. Time has nothing to do with love, I said I want to love you forever, but now I don't love anymore, love will only last forever in the time of love. If someone says that love will lose to life, don't believe it. Love is just an encounter in life, although I said that I would love you to the end of my life, but I still think of you in love, even if I have the courage to end my life, it is because of the escape of love disappointment, the end of life is never the way to express love.

Love is gone, don't try to get it back, just keep it in your memory. I once told you that love is an immaterial existence in this world, and it can only survive in our perceptual cognition. At the beginning of the meeting, I was a sensual person, and my amorous thoughts were like raindrops, lingering on the window of your heart, drowning reason in the tide of love. Nowadays, reason is gradually returning, blocking the sensibility layer by layer, there is no room for love to survive, even if I tell you the thoughts of love after I get drunk, it is just drunken talk.

I still miss you, but it's not love anymore, it's just that I'm used to feeling sorry for your loneliness. I remembered Sanmao's words, "Thank you for sending me an empty joy", and I forwarded it to you. I want to be a liar, but I can't lie to you for the rest of my life.

Although the specific experiences in the journey of life always seem so trivial, so ordinary, so long, and so tireless, it is precisely they that constitute a real and wonderful life. This is the most precious state of life.

Life is like wine, or fragrant, or strong, or rich, or light, because of integrity, it becomes mellow, life is like a song, or high, or low, or sad, or cheerful, because of integrity, it becomes pleasant, life is picturesque, or bright, or gloomy, or elegant, or colorful, because of integrity, it becomes beautiful.

The messy footprints of the lazy, wandering backwards, are the embarrassing confessions written on the road of life, and the solid and powerful footprints of the diligent are the lyric poems engraved in the peak and danger, how bold.

You can't control the weather, but you can change the mood. You can't change your looks, but you can take control of yourself. You can't foresee tomorrow, but you can cherish today.

Honest people see life as a series of mountains to climb one after another, and cunning people see life as a ship, steering the wind and grasping the direction. A cunning person may gain a lifetime but lose his true self, while an honest person may have a rough life, but he has found the true meaning of life.

Books are like a ladder that leads us to the temple of knowledge. Books are like a key that will help us open the window of wisdom to our hearts. Time is like a good doctor, it can teach us to heal bleeding wounds, time is like a loving mother, it will help us to heal the wounds of the soul.

Some people live a rich and fulfilling life because they have the ability to control it, while others live a mediocre life because they lack the courage to overcome it.

Within ten steps, there will be fragrant grass. Heroes, on the other hand, are often difficult to measure in terms of distance or the density of time.

Only the rough sea can create the smoothness and softness of the beach, while the calm lake has to be surrounded by sludge, only the storm can wash the muddy water, and the gentle wind and drizzle can only leave the mud and sand, and only the endless forest can create the verdant and delicate of the earth, and the lonely trees have to be destroyed by the wind.

What is history? The vicissitudes and vicissitudes of a piece of land can be a history, the rise and fall of a nation can be a history, the joys and sorrows of a family can be a history, and the ups and downs of a person can be a history. History can be very long, as long as the journey of life is, as old as the age of mankind is, how old it is, history can be very big, how vast the world is, how vast the universe is. Everything in the past is history.

Although the meteor fell, it pierced the night sky with a beautiful light, and although the music ended, it was uplifting with a passionate melody.

Ye Yunfeng tells you a secret: "A long, long time ago, there were two grains of sand lying on the silent bottom of the sea. They were two feet apart. One grain of sand falls in love with another. He stared at the sand two feet away, and lived peacefully and happily for many years. The underwater wind and waves are calm, and the sand grain feels very happy, because he knows that he can stare at the sand he loves, regardless of the scorched earth on the water. And this person is my wife in my previous life. I'm so sorry for her. I'm sorry for you too. Some people say that time is a knife, and anything will be cut off by it, including love silk; I said that time is a filter, filtering out all the shortcomings, except that I miss you. Forgive me, okay?"

Shangguan Shiyu said, "Okay, I forgive you, but you have to tell me the truth." In fact, Shangguan Shiyu thought to herself: At the end of the distant world, listening to your beautiful singing. Even though there are thousands of catastrophes, ebb and flow, landslides and tsunamis, my love for you is also the eternity of my life. I will make you love me willingly.

Shangguan Shiyu "Actually, I also had a boyfriend before, and I also made a poem for him: Together, parting, suddenly a dream." Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear that dripped on the rock derived the scars of the past. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, but the tenderness of three lives and three lives is my infatuated affection in this life, without regrets and complaints. The lone star is broken, the dream is broken, and the clothes are cold. In the mirror, thin under the moon, looking forward to the curtain, looking forward to the sadness of the belly. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and let my heart calm down. However, the moment you turn your head, you have forgotten the tenderness of a thousand years, and planted a wound for me in this life; Inside and outside the volume, the words are engraved in the heart, and only one song sings an unchanging story, fading into the bottom of my heart.

Go find him. The blood-red brocade on his silver armor would swing in the wind, like a banner of victory in the cold wind. His lips are as firm as iron, only your figure can make him, and he smiled two tiger teeth as warm as spring. He will solemnly put on the crown that is as heavy as a mountain city to him, and then drop a kiss between your brow that is softer than down. His spear is full of blood, and his side face when he looks back at you with his gun is not inferior to the elegance and handsomeness of the handsome son of Jiangnan. His arms are broad, and his hands are warm but not good at words. When I hug you, it's like hugging everything about him, and all my thoughts are poured out in one action. He is as clear and bright as a sharp blade. Bright and dangerous. He said he would die for the world, but he would live for you alone. ”

Author's message: On the issue of love, there is often no one right or wrong, love is just a kind of fate. When the edge comes, it gathers, and when it ends, it disperses. Being able to get married and accompany each other to the end of the world is a precious and inexhaustible fate. Recommend the song "Never Fall Out of Love".