Broke my heart, hurt my feelings, and refused to love again.

Deep night, but the pain of missing. Is the so-called love beautiful or desolate? Because in the moment of love, I saw the joy and solemn and stirring of moths to the fire.

My love for you cannot be limited by numbers, nor can I be measured by a ruler. Listen to your voice, but also a little intoxicated, try to listen attentively, can feel your tenderness

The days of loving you have been very long, the days of missing you are longer and longer, the days of waiting are so long that I cannot measure the neon lights of the city, and my dreams are extinguished by the neon lights of the city. Seeing that you are so strange and the sweet happiness is empty, what makes you never look back? I am no longer your tenderness, what's wrong with you? How can you give up the happiness we have? Is my tenderness just your hindrance? I can't get any response from you, let the cold wind of midnight blow my pain.

Do not know when, I began to rein in my smile; do not know when, I began to treat myself with indifference; do not know when, I began to listen to myself with silence; do not know when, I began to hide myself with silence; although all this does not seem to be what I thought, but always feel like a grass without pity, trembling in the wind

Everything in the past, right and wrong, now again mentioned, already meaningless, life is a non-stop journey. The distance between division and combination is a foregone conclusion, but we can't see it clearly at that time. I didn't have time to hold the love in that dream, and I couldn't go back to what I missed. Maybe the more I care, the more you can't afford it. The thoughts after turning around, I am accumulating day by day, those who have walked through the joys and sorrows, carved into beautiful memories.

I stood in the crowd, my thoughts suddenly frozen, my sight seemed to be blocked. Listen, there is a melody ringing. What is missing to make it complete? Suppose that two people have too much estrangement or fit, how should they choose? The heart of love is full of ups and downs, hiding around you, waiting for a perfect turning point, why don't you know it's always here? Like the wind floating with the clouds, what you can't see actually exists. Love, there is no so-called qualification, can still be by your side, it is worth it, my left chest, put your happiness, if this second choice, which side am I on your side?

On the green spring grass leaves, the light dewdrops are shaking, whose eyes are quietly open? Whose love looked alone? If I love you into a sword, what will be destroyed? What will recover? For you, can no longer be arbitrary, can only be enough greetings, care can not be too much, curiosity also do not explore, jealousy can only be locked in the bottom of my heart. If I can't help thinking about you, I can't tell you. This torturing miss, but you can not see, do not cry is not brave, can not forget is sad, you take away the happiness who will return me? The knot of a heart, repeated entanglement is just where the heart drifts to, even if I can't see it clearly, I think I don't just lose you.

Hurt my heart, hurt my heart, I forgot my determination to love you, hurt myself several times for a promise, drank the bitterness of love, and I shed the last tear. Really love you but have been heartbroken, let the wind take away my tears, finally, let myself be willing to put you down, from then on I also locked my heart!

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