Put their minds write essays, writing is lonely; through a muddy road, leaving the lonely; humming composing songs, singing is lonely; appreciate a good article, goods to the lonely; thinking a trivial matter, think of the lonely; Pick up bright the raindrops, or remain in the hearts of lonely.
Lonely like wine, need to realize that it is the inner product.
Lonely poem takes a sense of meaning in order to know how to find it.
Whether alcohol or loneliness is poetry, whether it is good or bad, loneliness is a kind of inspiration, a fantastic beauty.
Has been to occupy my lonely hearts that, with a common beat, but strange, and I can not feel it except the existence of, or because of sadness, or habits, the arrival of the lonely, no more strength to care.
Peace of mind of the sea, a moment's soft, a moment's haggard, lonely moment, a moment waves arc shadow smile.
But, I would like to bid farewell to loneliness, even though it is a beauty but I can not always be lonely, sleeping in, I will wake up, and only a matter of time. But I have not woke up, so I still lonely, because of this, I would like to bid farewell to loneliness.
French philosopher Pascal said: "People of all unhappy, all because he was not alone in the room."
I would like to bid farewell to loneliness, do not know ushered in the loneliness.
However, when you are a little older, you will learn to enjoy solitude, as you learn of the lonely.
Lonely, so you can hear more voices. And lonely, so you hear your heart. At that moment, means that you have already bid farewell to the lonely.
I feel: lonely, are slowly disappearing, a back, a memory, it is uncertain sparkling smile, floating in a layer of tears inside.
I feel: loneliness and isolation, separated by a long life, heart and heart, to go through the number of years, in order to bid farewell to usher in solitude without loneliness.
The night behind close up, loneliness toward Star, becoming one with no solution for the mystery of a cold tear point, hanging in the eternal face, hiding in the remnants of my dream.
What is loneliness ... ...