傷感非主流英語日誌大全

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　　傷感非主流英語日誌1

Some people say that,

Sleep late because you don't have the courage to end the day.

It's late because I don't have the courage to start the day.

I don't know if that's right or wrong,

But for me,

Sleeping late has become a habit that is hard to change.

I always get used to going to bed.

Keep pushing the phone,

Not expecting anything,

Nor do I expect anything,

It's just a habit.

I used to stand at the window,

Looking at the traffic in the night,

Looking at people who are on the move for a living.

A kind of sadness arises spontaneously.

I always get used to going to bed.

Remember the little things in the world.

The familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Will always appear before my eyes and disappear.

I always get used to WeChat,

QQ, and so on,

Look at the dynamics of friends,

Get to know your friends.

And for those I know,

I'm not always good,

No comments,

Don't leave a message.

Maybe too familiar,

Everything seems superfluous.

Maybe it's alienating,

Everything seems polite.

Or maybe it's mature,

To say anything is childish.

At the moment,

The night was deep,

Very heavy.

And I'm still holding my phone.

I want to,

A lot of people do!

May be

Busy day

Let us not be absorbed in contemplation,

cacophony

Let us not meditate,

Diurnal affairs

Let us not be able to reflect.

Maybe the night is too beautiful,

That will make us so sentimentally attached.

Maybe the night is too quiet,

That's what makes us so happy.

Maybe the night is too heavy,

It makes us so drunk.

It seemed only the silent night.

In order for us to find our original self,

Let us see the road ahead.

　　傷感非主流英語日誌2

The geese have gone to the south; Where will my love go?

The childhood of childhood and childhood, now the shadow of inseparable, later love, the ultimate bitter betrayal.

Once upon a time, our jokes;

Once upon a time, our pure love confession;

The present, our affectionate disclosure;

Now, now, you and me;

Later on, you and I tangled;

Later on, I was heartbroken;

Later on, where should I go?

Love is pure white, while true love is the most precious friendship in life. Love is selfish, too early love is just a kind of appreciation, how can it be true love?

Love is now passing clouds, a bit not careful it will winds blow to us, it's just a young some of our wonderful memories, because the world of mortals, seal in our mind, deeply...

Red dust, trapped in my youth.

Thought, you my love is the most beautiful, but you later why let my heart hurt?

Lonely autumn, cold night, innocent smiling face, fond memories...

Only later did I realize that our friendship was not love, but a beautiful dream in our youth.

Cause and effect, who can tell?

I don't know. These past clouds.

Love is beautiful, love is wrong, love is regretless, love is gone...