How to express a very classic but with a little sad emotion

tell me who you are

Said okay not to meet little cheap.

Faceless woman Xu Liang.

Listen to Xu Song's songs.

Take a look at Fang Wenshan's words.

There is a kind of love that we have no chance to stay with and no chance to continue.

Although, there is heartbeat, nostalgia, the joy of seeing at first glance and the reluctant attachment; But there is always a kind of helplessness in the world, which calms the mind and precipitates the feelings. However, you can still enjoy the rare warmth in the sun, and you can still feel the world of love in the gentle feelings.

After all, there is not only love, in the long steps of the years, we have friendship, family affection, responsibility, obligation, face reality, more often, we need to thank the gifts of air and water, so that we have life.

There is a kind of true feeling, which can be calmly forgotten in daily life, or silently loved, silently understood, silently blessed in the heart, waved his hand, and let the grass stretch and fall into a red array.

There is a lot of love, which we cannot bear in a worldly way, and it is only a gathering and scattering, and the wind and rain are carried by the sky. It is in this kind of attachment that we know ourselves and the world, and it is such a momentary moment of affection that makes us sigh softly, deeply in love, and the blue white clouds in life.

There is a kind of love, even if you give, you can't stay together, you can't continue.

I always thought that happiness was in the distance, so I kept looking at my eyes and listened carefully with my ears, lest I miss it negligently. Later, I found out those who had shaken hands, sung songs, shed tears, and loved people. The so-called once is happiness.

You are not my miracle, but my destiny, and I am being played by fate.

The sea is shedding tears for you, and I am waiting for you.

I know very well that the feeling of love will fade, just like the old **, but you will stay in my heart for a long time, forever beautiful, until the last moment of my life.

Nothing lasts forever, and nothing lasts long. Make an excuse and anyone can go first.

I have always thought that mountains are the story of water, clouds are the story of the wind, and you are my story, but I don't know if I am your story.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return!

Everyone has a mound of flowers in the depths of their hearts, burying emotions that are more poignant than the torrent but not for outsiders. And this flower mound is locked by loneliness.

In the track of time, each of us is just a lonely subway.