万千红尘，月光撩起眉间的痛楚 ，到底是一场空，眼眸中的期盼，在一夜月光中随风淡去。既然非得分手不可，那么请在雨天吧 ，这样，你就不会看到我奔腾而下的眼泪 。 透支千年泪，祭奠你的美。 浮殇一季流光 ，暖了哪一季明媚的殇。 思念是一种病。幸福的是我病了，你也病了，不幸的是 ，你康复了，我却一病不起 。 不打扰，是我最后的温柔。 你是我的不知所措 ，我却只是你的心不在焉。 我爱你，爱得无法自拔，你伤我 ，仅用一句话 。 你连叹息都可以美得像是在微笑，这样要我怎么画出悲伤的你。 也许我们等待不是为了那份希望，而是为了一份执着。 我在学着忘记你， 要忘记一个自己深爱的人 ，从来都不容易 。 一步一惊心的人生，一步一痛心的爱情。 我们之间最遗憾的，莫过于轻易地放弃了不该放弃的 ，固执地坚持了不该坚持的。 年轻时我们放弃的，以为那只是一段感情，后来才知道 ，那其实是一生 。 好的爱情是你通过一个人看到整个世界，而坏的爱情使你为了一个人舍弃世界。 错过的，都是想要的。没有错过的 ，都是可以平静接受的 。 也许有时候，逃避不是因为害怕去面对什么，而是在等待什么。 不怕前路坎坷 ，只怕从一开始就走错了方向。 缺氧过后的爱情，粗心的眼泪都是多余。 固执地守着过去的记忆不肯放手，却不知道一直被自己的记忆骗了 。 遇见是两个人的事，离开却是一个人的决定 ，遇见是一个开始，离开却是为了遇见下一个离开。 如果你注意到我的凋谢,你是否才会想起,我曾经那样为你绽放过。 有时候留给别人的伤害，选择沉默比选择坦白要痛多了 。 你会不断的遇见一些人 ，也会不停的和一些人说再见，从陌生到熟悉，从熟悉再回陌生 ，从臭味相投到分道扬镳，从相见恨晚到不如不见。 假如可以选择时光,我想回到过去。那里有我的怀念，和爱我的你 。 一直以来 ，我都觉得自己不够好，我承认，我不算完美 ，但是我很真。 人们哭泣，不是只为一件事，而是那些愤怒和情绪，压抑得太久。 往事如烟 。像是看过一场 ，听过的一支歌，逛过的名胜，过去便是过去 ，无凭无据。 我已经删除了你在我生活里的一切痕迹，除了对你的回忆。 想对着喜欢过的人笑，却笑着哭出来 。 世界上 ，真的会有那么一个人默默关注着你，疼爱着你，却永远不再靠近你。 原来 ，是我们的爱背叛了我。放手，是最好的解脱。不会再为你掉眼泪，不会再傻傻等你的电话 ，不会再苦求你不要离开 。 如果你要离开我，请选在一个雨天，这样，你就不会看到我奔腾而下的眼泪。 在乎才会乱想 ，不在乎连想都懒的想。 亲爱的自己，不该想的人，就别想了 。 希望身边能一直有个懂自己的人 ，在乎自己的人，而不是每次心里有无数的委屈却只能憋在心里找不到任何人诉说。 有没有一个人，可以让我无所顾忌地还原真实的自己 ，可以让我卸下自己的不安和防备。 承诺再多，做不到，就成了谎言 。 一个人总要走陌生的路 ，看陌生的风景，听陌生的歌，然后在某个不经意的瞬间 ，你会发现，原本费 尽心机想要忘记的事情真的就这么忘记了。 如果不爱我，请直接告诉我。 人生中，有些事还是不知道为好 。有些事你会希望自己不曾问过 ，看到过，听说过，甚至感受过。 感情不需要诺言 ，协议与条件。它只需要两个人，一个能够信任的人，一个愿意理解的人 。 人山人海总有人先离开 ，所以我有何德何能，奢求你的明白。 你以为，我可以什么都不在乎。其实 ，我也只是一个女孩，也是会偷偷地掉泪的。 有没有试过回过头去看你跟一个人的聊天记录，从一开始到现在 。看着看着就笑了 ，笑着笑着就哭了。一个人，从陌生走近你，然后再陌生。
Ten thousand red dust, the moonlight pocked the pain between the eyebrows, and it is an empty, the look forward to the eyes, and the wind is in the light. Since it is not a breakup, then please in the rain, so, you won't see the tears of me. Abundance millennium tears, pay homage to your beauty. Floating a season of stream, which is warm. Missing is a disease. Happiness is what I am ill, you are also ill, unfortunately, you are recovered, but I can't afford it. Don't disturb, it is my last gentle. You are my unknown, but I am just your heart. I love you, love can't bloom, you hurt me, use only one sentence. You can even be beautiful like a smile, so how to paint you. Maybe we are waiting for the hope, but for a person. I am learning to forget you, I have to forget a person who loves myself, it is not easy. A thrilling life, a bit of love. The most regrettable between us, is it easy to give up, it should not be given, stubbornly insisted. When we were young, we gave up, thinking that it was only a relationship, and later I knew that it was actually a lifetime. Good love is that you have seen the whole world through alone, and bad love makes you abandon the world for a person. I missed, I want it. If you don't miss it, you can accept calm. Maybe sometimes, escape because it is afraid to face what, but waiting for. Not afraid of the front road, I am afraid that I will go wrong from the beginning. Love after hypoxia, careless tears are excess. Stubbornly holding the past memory refused to let go, but I don't know that I have been deceived by my memory. When I met is two people, I left a person's decision, I met is a beginning, but I left to meet the next left. If you pay attention to me, if you will think of it, I once bloom. Sometimes it is hurting to others, and choosing silence than choosing more pain. You will continue to meet some people, will not stop and say goodbye, from strange to familiarity, from familiarity and return to strangeness, from smelling, you will not see you, you can't see you.If you can choose time, I want to go back to the past. There is my little miss, and you love me. I have always, I feel that I am not good enough. I admit it, I am not perfect, but I am very true. People are crying, not only for one thing, but those angry and emotions, suppress too long. Ma'am. Like I have seen a song, I have heard the song, the past, the past is the past, there is no no. I have already deleted every traces in my life, except for your memories. I want to laugh at the people who like to like, but smile and cry. In the world, there will be that one person silently pays attention to you, love you, but never near you. It turns out that our love betrayed me. Let go, it is the best release. Will not lose tears for you, will not be silly waiting for your phone, will not let you don't leave again. If you want to leave me, please choose on a rainy day, so you will not see the tears of me. I will think about it, I don't care about it. Dear myself, don't think about people, don't think. I hope that I can have someone who knows myself, care about my own, not every time there is countless grievance, but I can only find anyone in my heart. Is there a person, let me restore the true self, I can let me unload my uneasiness and guard. Commitment, can't do it, it will become a lie. A person always wants to walk a strange road, see unfamiliar scenery, listen to strange songs, then in an inadvertent moment, you will find that the original fee is really forgotten. If you don't love me, please tell me directly. In life, some things still don't know it. Some things you will want yourself have never asked, I have seen it, I have heard, even feel. Feelings do not require promise, agreements and conditions. It only needs two people, a person who is able to trust, one is willing to understand. There is always someone else to leave, so I can understand what I can understand. You think that I can don't care. In fact, I am just a girl, and I will secretly tear. Have you tried to go back to see you chat with a person, start from the beginning. Looking at it, I laughed, smiled and smiled.. A person, approaching you from strangeness, then strange.
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