Ask for a sad log... Ask for a sad mood journal.

Whose clothes are covered by my pain?

Whose silence took away whose neon clothes.

A city was buried, and all the lights were turned off.

A city was buried, and all the lights were turned off.

A city, a person, a lifetime of distress! In this world, sadness is always pestering me, and no one can understand the unspeakable pain that I want to say and stop, and I never expect anyone to understand!

The cycle of life and life, the world is connected; Grievances and grievances are entangled like this! The love in this world always makes people stumble, want to let go, but are reluctant. How deep the love is, how deep the wound is, only because of the true feelings, will it hurt the heart.

Words with a soul always tell a sad mood. My world was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. Standing near the window, looking at the yellow leaves falling in the wind outside the window, my mood was depressed, and my heart was sad.

In such a season, there is always a melancholy that cannot be let go, as if I am one of the falling yellow leaves. Every day is constantly busy, year after year, day after day, when one day I am tired and tired, and I am swept away by the autumn wind like this scattered fallen leaves, and I will quietly wither ...... with silent sorrow and many reluctances

Love is strong when sorrow is strong. Walking in the wilderness of time, am I losing myself again? Thinking of the events of the past few days, an inexplicable gloom once again appeared in my heart.

Although I don't want to be in such a depressed state, sometimes it's really hard to control my emotions. In the face of a lot of helplessness in life, I once again exposed my helplessness, I don't know what to do, and I don't know where to go? Bear the bitterness of unwillingness, but can only accept it.

Occasionally, I will push a glass and change the lamp with a few friends, I like the arrogance of drinking by myself, I also like the stupidity when drinking, and I prefer the tenderness after a drunken party, but this drunkenness is too difficult for me. Although he is not drunk, he will also say some drunken and hazy words. There is a confession and a truth in these words.

My friend said: Only then was I the most real me they saw. Maybe!

Many times, I am reluctant to expose my true self, but when everything is irresistible, I will still give my truest self to others without reservation.

There are some things that you need to learn to forget; Some people have to stay away. Perhaps, it would be cruel to oneself to do so; But what if not? So tell yourself that you have to try to learn to forget.

I know that in this life, I am destined to settle in my soul. No matter how much pain there is, there is no choice!

If there is only darkness in life, does it mean that we are closer to death? Tonight, there is such a woman, burying a city, turning off all the lights, and waiting quietly for a person, waiting for the person who can write the final ending for her ......

Tanabata is coming, send a piece of this topic. (Non-original).

Tanabata only envy the mandarin ducks and not the days of immortals.

I envy a lover.

It can be such a beautiful day.

And I'm not alone because I'm alone.

It's because I want to be alone and I'm lonely.

Sitting quietly in front of a computer tonight.

Constant typing.

Meditate intermittently.

It's late at night, and the legendary immortals should have already gathered.

And I was lonely guarding my own sign.

It feels like the wind is cold.

The night in Qinzhou is decorated with incomparably deserted.

The heart is ice. What else will melt it down?

The soul is in full swing. But there is nowhere to vent.

In the dark. Wandering, brewing.

Myths that have been passed down for thousands of years.

The night when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met.

The gods enjoy the pleasure of the gods.

But they should have long forgotten the loneliness of mortals.

The sky is full of stars. Flickering from time to time.

Sometimes bleak.

Those shiny neon signs.

But inadvertently woke up the memory.

A few wisps of sadness. A little melancholy.

Say what lovers will eventually marry.

What do you say to wish people a long time, a thousand miles of stupid words.

I used to feel that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were pitiful.

I only have to see you one day a year.

Now than comes. But they are blessed with boundless happiness.

At least there is hope every year.

At least there is still a chance in life.

And we mortals.

Busy and busy.

But I don't know why I try to live?

This is a day for lovers.

But it has nothing to do with me.

The night is cold, is Tanabata laughing at me alone.

Loved and loved. In the past ignorant years, 'that boy taught me to grow, that girl taught me to love' In the days without you, I often look at the moonlight, the dissolved moonlight, just like yours.

Aesthetic and tragic do not have to ask tomorrow whether they regret it.

Those who think they are a character "Please respect yourself, okay?"

I love you, and this is my calamity.

I laughed at the poison of the solution (recall), and laughed so hard that my eyes were blurred.

Why are our feelings slowly withering in your hands?

I can't stop loving you, and I'm determined to live by memory.

A person also has a way to exchange loneliness for happiness.

Am I too stupid, or am I too fake?

I don't want to go anywhere without you.

Those pasts are bleak.

For you, my soul-bu" Shoush3

Let's go the way of the mud, let's bless each other, right?

When everything is glitzy, what else can I love?

Who is that sentence "I love you" to say?

I thought I could be blessed for myself, (it was just a game.

Present, 呮螚 (囙語). [The future, the future (longing).]

No matter how painful it is, only to carry it yourself.

He is also she is both **. Don't love me, please don't choose me.

Look at the impermanence of the world and see the vicissitudes of life.

Cowardice] So it's not about giving up.

Even if it's sad, pretend it's nothing.

i i ) Closed to the dee [ of the past], should we continue to sing?

I accidentally touched the sealed memory, only to find that I had never forgotten it

I think I've been bored with Ayler, and my heart still hurts when I think about the past

No more.

I, the empty city that I don't want to love.

There are all kinds of tragedies, and there is no cure for them.

There is a kind of longing + there is a memory + not having to think about it = it will always come to mind.

dear russia , dear to you , ) again and again deceived and deceived , and you have had enough

It's just simple, you love me.

I don't think about you anymore. But why does my heart still hurt? ┈

Everything is just a dream, it's all past, it's not sad.

He....It turns out that I have never been blessed....It's ridiculous.

The unknown loneliness and self-knowledge can be done.

Letting go of my hand is the last pain you give me.

nest in the corner , count the sorrows .

Shed tears, just to prove that grief is not illusory.

If you love, love deeply, if not, leave.

Love is like a poppy. Erode the mind, pains like bones.

The night is so cool, the heart is so sad.

硪的嫒,祢 Porphyris 1Gu ...Ratchasing. Constitution

Aesthetic and tragic.

Delete memories or · Xu does not love.