I was disappointed when I started writing, and I couldn't write the desolation of the world.
I am sad when I am old, and my heart is melancholy and sad.
This heart has nothing to complain about, just for the moon. ?
But seeing the sun, though it is brilliant, why is it melancholy at dusk?
The rain outside the window makes me melancholy. I don't have an umbrella, but I'm afraid you'll catch a cold.
People who are full of melancholy look at everything in gray.
Empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet. Since then, the soul has broken thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower has been built every night.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
The prosperity of dust can't wash away melancholy, and who can understand sadness?
Life is like this. There are always regrets and imperfections, and there are always reluctance and unwillingness. ?
Life is a passer-by, trudging through nothingness and rolling around the world. Who is not a passerby with a melancholy heart?
Shallow to desolate, light to closed, the past is even more melancholy.
The melody is sad, the mood is melancholy, the car whizzes past, but I can't find the direction when I come. ?
The saddest thing is to leave with no feelings, sadness and tears.
Since then, I have been in love, and my heart has added a little melancholy.
Hollow melancholy, no matter how rude, does not look back, lonely burning indulgence.