Sad and lonely sentences, lonely sad sentences

In the end, only loneliness accompanied me through loneliness, walked the rivers, cooled the sleet and frost, went far away from the mountains and rivers, lost the autumn wind, and disappeared the autumn dream.

With the autumn wind, I hide the loneliness in my heart, I hope for a thought, I don't know where the dream of the following years is, where is the **?

Loneliness accompanies me, accompanied by loneliness, autumn wind, autumn wind and autumn rain accompany autumn thoughts, window screens, sunsets and slanting sun.

Beautiful and exquisite life, give you deep bloom, lonely and lonely, you have some cold hearts, without my company.

A piece of thoughts, love to the depths of the loneliest, life even so, perhaps, life is like that.

In life, I always feel that the flood is exhausting the mind and body, and the years of a person, lonely and lonely, are that time flies too fast and goes too quickly.

The lonely charm, the freezing coldness, every inch of lovesickness, all are inexplicable pain, and the heart that seals the dust.

Black and white alternate, walking alone in the cold wind and autumn wind, settled together with the floating dust, the lack of mood, I looked for these before, the dust of the world covered the field of vision, independent cold wind, twilight clouds fragrant mountain, watching the years.

Alone, guarding his own loneliness, unloading all the burdens, staggering forward, hoping for the next beautiful cycle.

The day, long and calm, counts a little loneliness, measures the distance of loneliness, pale and depressed heart, and opens the imprint of memory.

Everything around is so quiet, and the ticking of the clock doesn't seem to bring a trace of loneliness.

Entangled himself, kissed and lonely. Habitually let life wander at the bottom of the copywriting, arrogant writing is its own loneliness!

The lonely heart can make the text Tengtu. Lonely exhaustion, love with the text, shallow I have been lonely all my life!

Fragmentary memory splicing will not bring up the loneliness in the depths of the heart. Alone in the lonely street community, passers-by come and go, who understands whose loneliness?

Loneliness is the shyness of the rain into a poem, loneliness is the long sleeves of love silk, loneliness is the relative helplessness of knowing you, loneliness is the consideration of the rhyme, and loneliness is the vague and vague thinking.

Loneliness is the expectation of one in a hundred, and loneliness is the loneliness of the morning reflection. Loneliness is the loneliness of the autumn wind and the freezing of people!

It is said that the love is lonely in the depths, and when the love is deep in the depths, there are finches in the heart to close the pain, and the longest road in life has it.

The lonely guest of the cliff will no longer look forward to home, love, and harbor. The white gulls that pass by the lake, the picturesque mountains, bury the loneliness, live well, day after day, illuminate their own candles, swaying.

It is customary to heal alone in the most uncomfortable situations. But it is also a kind of injury that can never be cured.

In the endless dark night, only loneliness accompanies me, making it difficult for me to sleep, and loneliness feels as if the human body has been drained.