時間：2019-09-25 13:05:23 來源：教育心得 瀏覽：35 次
Drinking bitter coffee at 12 a.m. began to sink~~~~~~~
The noise of the day outside the window is at a magnificent end at midnight, and the lonely people are still lonely.
Starting at midnight, count the traces of life on the road of youth.
No one knows who has been in whose life for a short time, so bright, even death is regrettable.
Maybe you were a flash in my life. I try to seize the joy of self-righteousness.
And the story from the beginning is doomed to only tears and smiles wish you a happy ending. I refused to turn around before the tears fell.
Memories have not turned black and white, have been outside the event, promises can not be said, relationship is no longer. Tears have not fallen down and have forgotten the feelings. Really not.
What is perfect is worth waiting for with our lives.
Thank you, I have the courage to say goodbye and turn away with a smile.
The tangled parallel lines are doomed to be non-intersecting lines. And the only thing I can do is to remember us tenderly in the cherry blossom season.
Youth is a beautiful sadness for us. As things go by, the youthful past is like a quiet passenger sitting in the window of the train of memory, leaving only a weak and bleak relief.
Flourishing as a dream without trace
Outside the window, there was silence.
凌晨12點 喝苦澀的咖啡 開始沉淪~~~~~~~