Non mainstream diary 5, non mainstream sad diary

Well, I had written about it years ago. But I still hope you don't like the non-mainstream. That stuff is cheesy.

Empty street corners.

A figure has been guarded until the end of the world.

Turn around and sigh,

Ni still left early.

If only time had been so fast.

Is there still a dependency?

Instead of waiting like this, it's better to disperse early!

Reincarnation III、Winding into silk in the palm of the hand,

The residual warmth of the palms of the curcuma.

It's what you were like in your previous life

If parting is a foregone conclusion-

Let's go on.

In the long river of friendship、、、

There is a Ni that will never fade.

The fireworks are just a moment.

A few years is also an instant

We are under the city of time

Wipe your tears lightly'

There is a voice in my heart to sing back and forth:

The wind and rain have been bleak for a few years, and the end of the world is fragrant.

I don't know the flowers bloom in the distance, and life and death are boundless.

Tears, longing for ......”

Everything must be continued.

people are reckless in front of them . People are sad after that

no one has the right to make us sad )) People say that the sun is beautiful.

But what people don't say is that the more beautiful things are, the more hurtful they are.

it turned out to be nothing more than this .

Everything, everything, is silent.

It is not true to be happy.

the loneliness spreads endlessly, touching the boundless sadness!

The weather is getting colder, so remember to take good care of yourself.

Pain, just endure it. ( everything must continue ) so there is no way to do it

, goodbye to Xu Xu ( see you forever )

I know how to do it

smiled slightly), and couldn't hide the loneliness in his heart.

Muddy

I'm still playing non-mainstream.

It's out.

We're all good boys.

We don't drink.

We don't smoke.

We don't dye our hair.

We don't fall in love.

We're all good boys.

New semester. A new beginning.

Good boy. You should all study hard.

Leave everything behind. Except for

We all have to work hard.

Be worthy of yourself.

Good boy. Good boy. All study hard.

It's been silent for two days...

I admire my own moral perseverance

Even though I am cruel to you, I still have to pretend that I don't care about the cruelty

Ruthless is to be ruthless and ruthenium yourself, and you are really, really cruel to you, and I don't want to lose you

baby This is the second time that Ju has called a person, which is enough to prove that Ju is good for you

iloveyou

Dear baby, do you remember the good times we had together? Climbing mountains together, stealing watermelons together, catching fish together, too many together, but do you really want me to forget about them now? I can't bear it, I really can't bear to forget the good memories.

Honey, we quarrel a lot now, I really don't want to be like this, we don't have much time together, but why, quarrel after quarrel, I'm really tired and tired...

Tears always fall easily, dear, do we have to be like this? I really don't want to replace even the last fond memories with a deep resentment towards you, are you really like them? In the future, we don't see each other, there is no relationship, there is no feeling, just a simple stranger?

Honey, have you forgotten the original goodness?

I really can't bear it, I can't forget it, I can't let it go... Honey, have you forgotten our love? Did it really never exist?

Have you said so many kind words to me that they don't exist now?

Honey, I miss you so much, I'm so cold.

You know, I can't sleep. Honey, are you asleep? Did you dream of me?

Honey, remember? You call me baby. Remember? You say, "Baby, be my wife...

Baby don't want me, don't leave me...

Husband, can you call me "wife"?

I just want to listen to it once, and for the last time, I want to get back to the warmth I had before.

, I used to love me.

Because of time and what I do.

Gone. Now. To me.

You don't even bother to say goodbye.

I get it?

Journal: The next place, called forever.

Text: Honey, what are we doing wrong?

Why, there is no going back to the way it used to be?

Why, you're all leaving?

Why? Why?

Asked a thousand times in front of the mirror.

But who, who will give me the answer?

In the end, for whom?

Who makes me love so much?

Who makes me love so much?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything, I just know, you left.

All I know is that you're gone.

From now on, I'm the only one again, I really want to, grab you, please don't leave, but I can't do it, I really can't do it, I know, you're tired of it, so.

You're gone, but.

From now on, I cried.

Who comforts? Who hurts when I cry?

I'm crying, who handed me the paper?

Who gave me a hug when I cried?

From now on, I will be alone and will not cry.

From now on, I will be alone and will not make trouble.

If you fall asleep, don't wake up again, because the next stop will lead to happiness, because the next place is called forever.

Because the next place, there is no sorrow.

Choose me as the answer you want.

Topic: I'm going to ** to find the paradise you once gave.

The vast fields of dazzling golden sunflowers bloom in the sun.

The sunflowers on your drawing board, with golden yellow flowers but black stamens, curled up in the corners.

Do you know that only you can paint sunflowers so vividly?

Do you know that the loneliness in the corner of your eye made me let my guard down?

Do you know that your glimpse made me a shock.

Do you know that the scenery that has ended is still reproduced in my mind over and over again, and it can't take away your moment of tenderness.

Do you know that here, we are slowly going the wrong way, but it is like a walk.

Do you know that after you leave, the breeze blows, leaving an empty silence and taking away half of the warmth?

Do you know that only one look from you in this world can make me feel at ease.

Do you know that I'm not used to a world without you?

Do you know that I'm uncomfortable without you.

Do you know that when you look at me with a smile, my last request is just to keep looking at you like this, slowly falling in love with you.

The pen you gave me was placed in a place full of ashes.

The once bright color is covered with a faint gray.

After all these years, it's still the same.

I'm trying to write your name, but the ink has frozen.

Only shocking scratches were left on the paper, and tears blurred to piece together a thin and cool name.

I can't write the gloomy blackness for a long time, but I still miss it.

I thought, it's waiting, waiting for the scenery that is gone.

The sunny flower field is still blooming brightly and dazzlingly.

Now I'm the only one waiting for the flowers to bloom.

You see, the splendor seemed to warm my wet left half.

The open space next to me is as warm as old in the sun, but I can't find the bright smile I had at the beginning.

It turns out that my side lacks the taste that no one else can match.

It turns out that by my side, there is no warm eyes like the wind from you.

That half of the little love song is still singing the tune of happiness.

Halfway through the note, it comes to an abrupt halt and stops on the piano stand.

The notes are still missing, and you, where.

The style of the song is incomprehensible, with a touch of sadness.

The tune is not in tune, and you are no longer there.

How do I completely belong to your taste.

I can't help but be sad to look at you, rendering a warm blue ink.

How can I let go, the ink on my palms has long faded, and the warm blue in my heart has long been injured.

I'm going to ** to find the warmth you once had.

I'm going to ** to find the paradise you have ever given.

My heart is soft, and it's brittle, and it's easy to break, so please don't pretend to be nice to me, I'm stupid, I'll take it seriously...Who takes whom seriously, who feels sorry for whom...It's all so unreal....Love is so short, and forgetting is so long....I'm wandering where I am, and you forget you've been here....can't stand love and hatred, can't escape the ravages of time...I hope that the world will last forever, but there was a misunderstanding...Happiness is to find a warm person to live a lifetime...People who are used to it will guard it for a lifetime....After the pain, when you get used to it, you don't feel the pain anymore...Or maybe it's numb, it's seeing...There's nothing you can't get by, but you can't go back...How strong do you have to be to close your heart and never forget...Well, you are something I can't guess, I don't know what to do, I just have your irrelevant pain, sustenance....Emotional dramas, I don't have acting skills, emotional dramas, I don't have a protagonist.