Flowers bloom for a season, warm to tears

Love is in transit, fate is endless, love has always been deep, but the fate is shallow. The patter of rain outside the window, I finally heard the sound of rain, my world was awakened, the raindrops on the windowsill, tapping sad, sad and beautiful. Eyes are raining, but the heart is holding an umbrella for you, a wet heart, a dripping infatuation! If you hear my choking voice, please cover your ears and let me be proud all the time; if you hear the cracks in my heart, please close your eyes and make me sad all the time.

Some love, the more you want to pull away, the clearer it is. Some people, the more they want to care, the more they are perfunctory. I care blindly, but you ignore it so outrageously. I took my heart out for you and tore my heart and lung for you, but you looked at me sad and wept alone without a word of comfort. I was left in a corner where no one knew, comforting myself. I can only erect a wall with strength to surround the sorrow you have given me.

In fact, I don't forget anything, but there are some things that need to be hidden. Actually, I miss you very much. I just know that you are fine and it is not convenient for me to disturb you. I know very well that you are the sun I cannot embrace. After all, you are the light of too many people. How can I tell you how I cried out of control in your dream? You are everywhere in my dreams. I deserve it if I can't let you go! Time changed everyone, including you, when I wasn't paying attention. Perhaps, because of the deep love, all the sadness and happiness appear so deep that it will be earth-shaking at the slightest touch.

Sometimes I think, I am such a good adult, why should I insist on being an interlude in other people's lives? I know very well that you are the warm sun that I cannot hug. After all, you are the light of too many people. Since I don't have time to participate in your past, I don't have to accompany you in the future. I understand very well that passers-by are just passers-by, there is no need to be affectionate, why bother others and hurt themselves. Hate this world ruthless, killed a deep love, a wisp of infatuation, a cavity of infatuation, Xiaoxiao rain, sad countercurrent into a river, flooding, overnight white happen …...

Thinking about you, thinking about you, every night I miss you, loneliness knocks gently on the door of my heart! You are sweetly asleep, leaving loneliness in my heart, how can not find your trace. Miss your night, I have no mood to sleep. Miss your night, I dance alone. Miss your night, the more beautiful the night. Miss you, I have an affair with loneliness, miss you, I dance with loneliness.

I often wonder if you won't find my voice until I am silent. Whether wait for me to give up, you just found that I have no regrets to pay? Do you find my scars only when I cry? Did you not discover my existence until I disappeared? Do you find my love only when I turn around? Do you say you love me only when I leave? If one day, you walk into my heart, you will cry, because it is full of sadness you left me; if one day, I walk into your heart, I will also cry, because it is full of your indifference.

Gradually understand that care too much about a person, often hurt yourself; gradually understand that a lot of love can not be found; gradually understand that many things can only be owned once, give up, it means to lose; gradually understand that holding hands is love, letting go is also a kind of love; gradually understand, to a person unforgettable pay, the heart is not back; gradually understand that the person you care about most is the most likely to make you cry Gradually understand that there is no need to return the true love of a person; gradually understand that there is no resentment in the depths of love, and only know bitterness when the love is strong; gradually understand that there is a kind of deep love called love that cannot be spoken.

Love to know heavy, drunk to know the wine, love to the extreme, pain to speechless. Love to the depths, hurt without saying pain, love to the depths, what can the husband ask for? Words to the extreme is speechless, love to the extreme is to forget.

Cry, do not cry to smile unhappy; pain, do not hurt to be most unhappy; love, do not love to be incisively and vividly unhappy. Love, do not need to be deliberately arranged, as long as every day as the end of love, every minute, will be so beautiful that tears fall down …...

An encounter, a love, a war, a pain; a prosperous life, a love relationship, an obsession, a dream empty. I may just be a rainbow in your life, no matter how beautiful the rainbow is, it will eventually disappear, but it is not you who accompany me to the end.

A season of flowers bloom, full of sadness, flowers bloom a season, tears into snow.

Hold the pen, drop the ink into the wound, drop the pen into tears, dot the ink into pain.

There is a kind of tears, silent, surging, crying at the end of the world.

There is a kind of pain, no crack, no trace, torn heart and lung, heart and heart broken.

There is a kind of injury, menacing, against the current into a river, flooding.

There is a kind of love, before I open my mouth, my tears have already flowed, and I burst into tears.

Giggle, cry, get drunk, and dream for a lifetime.

Laugh heartbroken, cry exaggerated, beauty does not return, empty cry heartbroken!

Fall in love at first sight, fall in love with the city, a love song, a war.

One read into madness, one read into madness, one read into injury, one read into pain.

One season blossoms, one season is full of city, one season is blooming, one season is lonely.

Flowers bloom for a season, thinking of a lifetime, flowers bloom for a season, warm to tears.