Asking for love parting poems, not breaking up

Like a passing cloud, quietly watching you; Like a blowing wind, it cares for you gently; Like a falling rain, it moistens you delicately; Like a twinkling star, silently bless you; Like a lonely heart, in the season of growth, snuggling up to you deeply

A string of countless blessings, to the person I care about the most, separation may be a long pain, but the happiness he gives you is the greatest happiness in the world, because even if it is parting, he can bring you double the joy when you are reunited

I can lock my pen, but I can't lock love and sorrow, in a long life, why joy always withers at a moment's notice, and the most urgent time is the most beautiful

I can't find a reason not to let you go, the faces of the past are hidden behind the stranger, the wind of memory hangs the past on the branches of winter, only to know that your back is still a wound in my heart that is difficult to heal, although I don't want to chew the painful feelings, or let the tears flow down, waving to you with a wry smile, I think that loss is sometimes a kind of possession, no matter how difficult the road in the future is, it is difficult to move forward, but, goodbye is difficult to say

The years always fly, can I expect to grow old with you When the years are no longer green, can I hear your laughter again, can I still listen to you laugh gently; When the years pass in a hurry, will you and I look back again, will we look back and laugh at each other; Suddenly, I felt that I was really cruel to the moon, and I could let the ignorant know what sorrow was; Even if the years slip through your black hair and temples, even if the years carve marks on your smooth skin, even if the years make your heart deep, I will still say to you, I love you as always.

The snow in front of the house should be full, and the rain outside the curtain will drift away to greet each other.

The past is like a dream, the night is like a scent, and the cold wind hits the moon and the winter scene.

Yesterday, the year was empty, and the years were always ruthless.

I only hope that the mandarin ducks will urge the water to be warm, and I don't want to return to the wild goose with the lone star.

Only a brief separation can appreciate a permanent union!

Every time I wake up suddenly, I tremble.

It's as if you've lost the most precious thing.

I asked myself what is most precious.

My love for you and your love for me.

Open your arms and open your heart to annihilate your limbs.

It fills my heart and yet it's unpredictable.

Every parting. It's all a loss.

Love you can anytime, anywhere.

Your love is only with you.

Parting is the farewell poem of love.

I'm elsewhere, love is still there.

Time changes the story.

Nothing really lasts.

Only I love without ceasing.

That's why I'm bathed in your love all the time.

No more to lose.

1) Tang Ye is very preoccupied, and it is useless to send off poems.

2) Sing a song softly alone, sing seven words and count six strings.

3) Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan and snub the Qingqiu Festival!

4) Drunk at night and leaning on the green wall, tears and lovesickness will be glimpsed.

5) Sacrifice dark incense, bury smiles, tears, reverie, listen to the sound of the wind, and mourn the words.

6) Looking back at this time, it is already a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

7) Open up Hongmeng, who is the love species? It's all just for the love of the wind and the moon.

8) Flowers float and water flows. One lovesickness, two sorrows.

9) If life is only the first time we meet, why be sad and parting with hatred.

10) The slightest concern suspends my heart. Do you remember it? Clear picture, the warmth of the night, the romance under the moon, your intoxicating smile?

11) Parting and re-sending the word, in which there is an oath and two hearts.

12) Lonely night, wandering alone, the slightest cold air, slowly passing through the atrium, suddenly looking back.

13) Tomorrow night the rain does not understand, and the light flowers are lost.

14) Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with you!

15) It's dusk, a little sad, lonely and unbearable, a few cups of tea, a little residual warmth floating in the chest.

Farewell Hyundai · bai Zheng Chouyu.

du this time I leave you, yes.

The wind is rain, it is the night.

You smiled, and I waved my hand.

A lonely answer road unfolded to both ends.

At this time, you have returned to your home on the riverfront.

Think you're combing your long hair or tidying up your wet coat.

And my return journey from the storm is still long.

The mountain receded far away, and the flat slope expanded even more.

Hey, this world, fear of darkness has really taken shape......

You say, you are so stupid, how much like the child who fights in the wind.

It shouldn't have been tied up and put it away.

The wind is gone, leaving a broken line of mistakes.

The book is too thick to be opened.

The beach is too long, and it should not be opened.

The clouds come out of the valleys, and the springs drip from the crevices of the stones.

It all began, and where is the ocean.

The first encounter with the single-plank bridge is a thing of the past.

Now it's a vast grassland again.

I have lost the right to support your pet.

Red and white rubbing blue and late sky, how wrong it is beautiful.

And I'm not bad at the garden of the golden fruit.

but wicked into Werther's cemetery ......

When I leave you this time, I don't want to see you anymore.

At this time, you have fallen asleep quietly.

Leave everything we have left unfinished to the world.

I still tread this world considerably.

It's just your dream......

"If there is a dream, if you have no heart, I will rest", "Water is difficult to turn because of sex, if you have no heart, I will rest".

Strangers in the shadow of lights, and there is a groom for laughter.

The ditch water flows west to the east, and the frost moon is more windy in the ninth autumn. Where is the phoenix now? The twelfth floor is hollow and empty.

The secluded trees and grasses are all affectionate.

The song of the fine grass warbler.

However, thousands of boats have sailed, and the rain clouds and dreams are full of tears.

I asked for leniency for me, but I cried in my dream.

Forgive the little sins, I wish the end of the world would follow the shadow.