The latest sentimental and beautiful prose

Listen to sad songs and watch happy plays. My friends envy me, but the person who envies them is me. Fools, we're all the same.

Young and frivolous, happy time At the next intersection, I miss a certain temperature. Loneliness is too much to see stitches and get other people's secrets, and you will lose your own happiness. I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Rather than getting along with each other, it is better to forget the rivers and lakes Those times that are allowed to be willful are called youth ......Your happiness is known to everyone, and my embarrassment has nowhere to hide. Being cruel to yourself will make you happy. I'm a good person, don't hurt me.

When you do it right, no one remembers, and when you do it wrong, even breathing is wrong. It's all good, it's all good, but I don't like it. I have many, many things on my mind, who can I tell them?

If you love, please love deeply, how do you remember me? With a smile, or with a lot of silence. I can see your happiness, but what about mine?

As long as a person no longer wants it, he can put down anything If a button is wrong, it is destined to be wrong in the whole row How strong must you be to dare to remember Regret, In the words you want to say and stop You go, I'm fine. Emotional drama, I don't have acting skills A person, a city, a lifetime of distress I laugh a lot, but I don't always be happy In order not to make you sad Broke my heart No matter how busy you are, you have to find time to forget about you Please don't pretend to be nice to me, I'm stupid and will take it seriously Never lonely, but always lonely Love is like a master's trick, whoever is tempted first will lose first I put my hands behind my back, who can lead me to the end Live well, we will die for a long time God just didn't want to entrust your next life to Him, so he separated you Wishing me happiness, But it doesn't give me happiness I've seen people grow old together, but I've never seen love years later I think I'll still thank you Format myself just to delete you Sometimes I just miss you very much, I miss you very much, I just miss you, I don't miss you I pretend to talk and laugh with my friends I pretend I don't see you I pretend you're just a stranger I smile and listen to you, you ......No matter how awesome Chopin is, I can't bounce out the sadness in my heart You have accompanied me on the most beautiful journey, but you have left me the most painful souvenir We can all see it, but we can't see it How many springs do you have in your life Whose face has been with you and smiled heartlessly Some love has to go to your own end I will one day be strong enough to make all of you feel sorry Nothing can't be passed, but you can't go back Can't say I like you, it happens that you like me too, how good it should be The happiness I borrowed from you, I can only repay you Those kindness, I just don't want you to be embarrassed You say I'm so good, better than anyone else Love to say it's time to go, no one can stay Love you, it's been a long time, I've been waiting for you, it's been a long time, Now, I'm leaving you, more than a long, long time.

Passing through time, the faded past encircles your entanglement, and recalls the attachment of the annual ring; Fine dust, countless sorrows, mutilated and penetrated the whole body, looking at the despondency of tonight, why is it hurt?

3. The sand that the hourglass falls upside down, it only represents memories, telling too much of the death, only I am waiting, the long years, withered and died, the old face, I just want to hold your hand, the wind and clouds walk lightly, but bumps all the way, and there is no end.

4. The starry sky embellished, floating like a dream, leaning against the window, the breeze blowing, the wind dried the tears in the eyes, took away the sorrow, left a lonely waiting, waiting for the next reincarnation, whose eyes are charming?

5. The scenery that has been worn out has become the last memorial of each other, and the time of the green onion has been commemorated.

In the light summer, use a few flowers to commemorate the dead love. Like a legend of joy and sorrow, we lost ourselves in this way.

I never looked back at the road I had walked, afraid that those wet footprints would take away all my normal thoughts, and I turned around and scattered the desolation.

Summer dusk. Nothing.

You said that in that country where there were no angels, there was a girl who counted her tears quietly.

You said that if it weren't for the meeting at that time, the love halfway, and the final ending, you would not have acknowledged that we had grown up.

You said that in the face of the sunset, no matter which direction you turn around, you will be scattered and desolate.

I quietly bury your tears, quietly think back to our past, quietly turn around in the sunset, I can't forget, really.

The flowers have fallen. Splashing a drop of blood on the ground, I knew that we were heaven and earth.

Hurt. Once upon a time, good fake.

There may be many people who think that our group of sad children are naïve and innocent, but when I think back on them, I use the most serious expression. I don't want to laugh, but I laugh happier than anyone else, I don't want to pretend, but I always curl up at the foot of the bed and be lonely and silent.

Who said that we should not have sorrow.

Who said that what we have is self-deception of happiness.

Who said that youth cannot be a sad and beautiful sentence.

Give us a pen and a piece of paper, and we'll be able to paint the sun.

In just one season of summer wounds, the wheat sang a song to bid farewell to our young youth, and we watched for happiness in our own wheat fields, even if everything was just for this turn, at least we had walked through, not passed.

Lonely, cool. Like a grave.

You've gone far and won't come back.

Remember. I always have that outdated CD in my pocket, and I take the trouble to listen to it and write it. I dream of one day being able to write a book about my feelings and publish it in the name of youth.

Remember. Take your hand through countless alleys, run from one alley to the other, and then run from another alley to another, exchanging each other's thoughts with the dark alleys, silly catching the sun.

Remember. Take you out into the wild on a bike, watch the irises climb the hillside, and watch them die quietly.

The drizzle wets the streamer, shatters the flowing year, and after all, the iris is gone.

Count dear you.

One, two, three.

I count. Three, two, one.

We turned around at the same time.

The setting sun lengthens our thin figures.

Scattered desolation.

From then on, we learn to grow up.