I want something about love, not sad, not too long, not classic

Doomed. can only compete with each other at the two ends of the emptiness, doomed.

Just a passer-by to each other and not forever.

If memory is a cloud, why can't you float in the sky that thinks of you? Maybe I'm not in your heart at all.

Some people will never be forgotten for the rest of their lives.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, it's just a moment, and you have become my passerby after all, looking up, happiness is out of my reach.

Perhaps only when you are furthest away. In order to see the days that have passed, the most real and clear. Clear.

You went away so selfishly, sleepless nights and could only count your sorrows to sleep.

Although I am destined to be just a passerby in your life, and the most dazzling person may not be me, please don't forget that in your life, I have been here. (Original).

You may be overthinking.

Ask yourself. What will come after happiness.

Tears shed. Always more than laughing.

I don't know after you leave.

What will be left around me.

The road traveled. Tears that flowed.

I'll remember. Remember who that is for going.

For whom to stream. (Original).

Some of them I saw on the Internet before, but I don't remember much, and some of them were written by myself.

The ground is full of dead leaves, and every foot has traces of memory; Flowers bloom and bloom. Each time always depicts the fragrance of yesterday; The time that passes in a hurry is like a starlight trembling in the wind. I, with my fingertips, crossed a sea, and in the sea, I left my unchanging sadness.

Original, absolutely without love)

You can find it by listening to some more Hetu Moming chess songs.

1.Clocks and watches can go back to the starting point, but it is not yesterday.

I hope it will help you.

don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.(Don't be in a hurry, the best will always come when you least expect it.) ）

the most easily broken thing in the world is the man's wineglass, politician's promise, girls' dream, steel wire-like love, the virtuous of modern society and the holy heart.The most fragile thing in this world is the man's wine glass, the promise of a politician, the dream of a girl, the love on a tightrope, and the kindness and noble heart of modern society.

knowing that this situation can and will be changed . let us not wallow in the valley of despair .It is important to remember that this situation can and will change.

Let us not fall into despair.

contrast is the spice of life. there can be no joy without sorrow, no summer without winter, no love with hate.Contradiction is the spice of life :

There is no joy without sorrow, there is no summer without winter, and there is no love without hate.

The deep edge and the shallow edge will naturally understand, who does not have a dream.

To see if a person is happy, not by a smile, but by a moment of expression when you wake up from a dream in the morning.

The wind belongs to the sky, and I borrowed it to blow it, but it blew the fireworks of the world. To whom the heavens belong, I borrowed to admire, but saw your outline. Don't force yourself to celebrate without candles.

If you can't think of the answer, don't look for the question. If there is no way back, then I should not take a walk. If no one looks up to me, then I'll keep busy.

After thinking about it, I almost forgot how to complain. From now on, don't make the same mistake, such a feeling, write a love letter, send it to myself, moved to tears, I haven't cried for a long time, it is a great happiness. This gift, this love letter, bless yourself.

You can not care, in order to care about others, you can confide in whom, there is no need to protect yourself if there is a person to protect, there is a little satisfaction, you are ready to end, there is a little understanding, you can look back.

From crying jealousy at the beginning, to laughing and envious. How time has crawled, I ** only know best, red beans, I haven't felt it well.

For every memory, there is a password. As long as the time, place, and character are correctly combined, no matter how long the dust is hidden, that person and scene will be picked up again in oblivion. You may say, "Isn't it all over?"

In fact, the past is just time, and you still can't escape, and when you think of it, you smile or grieve the fate, which is called "powerlessness".

Sometimes, I am inexplicably in a bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to be alone in a quiet daze. Sometimes, I want to hide alone and be vulnerable, and I don't want others to see my wounds. Sometimes, walking through a familiar street corner, seeing a familiar back, suddenly remembering a person's face.

Sometimes, others misunderstand their unintentional words, and they feel depressed and panicked. Sometimes, you find yourself growing up overnight.

The breeze blows, and the tree shines. The rain brushed softly across the face, softly.

The withering of the leaves is because the wind is chasing them, or the leaves are not retained.

In life, a teacher is like a gardener.

I suggest you can go to wwmm and take a look, it's all beautiful text and ** there are many English texts, you can take a look.

tryso

hard,thebest

things

comewhen

youleast

expect

themto.(Don't be in a hurry, the best will always come when you least expect it.)