If the last hope is extinguished, what will I have left?

by wenuwhlove on 2011-09-19 20:12:57

Hobbies are personal matters, but why are they always so laborious?

I want to throw myself into your arms in the cool of August without a second thought.

Other people's Valentine's Day seems so ironic to me.

Really, what's the use of thinking? Those who should leave cannot be held back.

You don't give promises, and I don't ask for them. Promises aren't symbols of eternity.

It's not that reality is too hypocritical, it's just that I'm too naive.

The whole world has forgotten me, even you ignore me.

If the last hope is extinguished, what do I have left?

Often, the person we love most hurts us the deepest.

How much pain must one endure, like the stars in spring and water in autumn, before the heart no longer feels pain?

Five years later, I wish to send you the same happiness.

Pain, tears, sadness will all pass with time.

Quickly take away that pitiful look in your eyes, I don't need your pity.

Dear friends, youthful vows will forever accompany our aging...

When you make a mistake, even breathing is wrong.

The stirring heart, the trembling emotions, all vanished into thin air yesterday.

I don't ask for you to understand my journey across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Heh, accumulated with so many memories, now only I am left to share them.

After such a long time, who still remembers the initial gentleness?

The sharpest form is also the most fragile disguise.

Qixi Festival sounds warm but carries a sense of sadness.

Please don't think you can easily forget. Better sooner than later...

Can we be strong enough to be indifferent to everything, including thoughts of you.

Through the darkness, we will surely feel the warmth of sunlight.

Memories haven't faded, what has disappeared are the various stories between you and me.