A poem about love with a locked heart.

1. Help me think of a screen name, personalized signature and Tibetan poem name about love. If it's just like the scenery at first sight, lonely people will disperse the empty city, get their hands on the old things of the empty city and cling to the dust of the empty city. What's wrong with scattered empty cities, autumn wind, sad painting fans, etc., but people's hearts will change, but people's hearts will easily become empty. Don't complain about the swing, don't be idle, the yard has been bravado in a strange room, afraid of rot at night, breathing suddenly becomes barbaric. Perhaps, missing doesn't need results. It just proves that someone once existed in my heart. Can you give me a proof that it once existed? I am always alone, you have never been here, and I have never entered your world. It's just that my heart hurts too much, too much ... and then I can't feel the pain.

I can't remember the light and shadow of the class barge. Listen to a piece of music, miss a period of time, sit for a period of time, and miss the palm print of another period of time. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.

There is no noise. Eyes.

There is nothing interesting. Mouth.

Silence. This is a wrestling battle without time limit. Who cares more, who loses worse. If the truth is a kind of harm, please choose a lie.

If a lie is a kind of harm, please choose silence. If silence is a kind of injury, please choose to leave.

Carousel is the cruelest game. The pursuit of each other has an eternal distance. It is in a long dream that I have completed my parting and giving up that I don't want to perform in real life. Is this dream too cold and cruel?

How happy the past imagination is, how long the present regret is. No matter how beautiful you are, you can't stand forgetting, and no matter how sad you are, you can't stand time. Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love. It turned out that I was just a gorgeous puppet. I performed all the prosperity in the world, but I found countless gold and silver threads touching me behind me-even if I raised my hand.

Whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows; Whose smile is worth whose tears; Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation; Whose palm print can redeem who's sin? We are too close to memories and too far away from freedom. Sometimes I can't forget it, but I just fall in love with memories.

A hesitation, a betrayal and an accident are enough to make it wither. Get rid of everything and disappear.

Maybe. This is just a dream.

A broken dream. The flowers have withered and withered.

Finally, it was a tragedy. Know each other and love each other.

Finally broke up. Youth, like a grand and magnificent drama, we wear different masks, play different roles, perform different experiences, but share the same sadness.

Love, life, not Lin Daiyu, will not be amorous feelings because of sadness. Countless feelings are incomplete without tearing themselves apart, and there is no need to tear them apart. When we were young, we danced together because of the people we loved or because we were lonely. After the vicissitudes of life, why are we as lonely as ever but would rather be strangers? Who can understand whose deep love, who can understand whose memory left by silk thread is like a curse, which tightly binds me every day.

What should I do? Cut the silk thread, and don't get stuck in every sincere relationship. There is always a person who sacrifices his soul and gains cruelty. You walked so fast that I began to wonder if you had ever lived a flashy life and forgotten a season. There are empty memories, disturbing lingering poems, whispering love stories and written love pictures.

Open a love flower and cover a blue tile. * * * Drink a cup of green tea and grind a bowl of green sand.

Roll up the veil and look at the crescent moon in the sky. Love is like blue and white ink, why not fear the smile of Fanghua instantly and exhaust all the painful power; This time, I was relieved and exhausted the space in my memory; This farewell exhausted the courage of love; Cry this time, use up the expression of your love; Because this is the last time I love you.

Leisure is like a broken string, and clouds disturb half the sky. Laughter and sigh are only superficial, and tears flow down for no reason. At the end of the salty night, only thoughts are left, leaving sadness and parting. Who will pick up the thoughts of learning Chinese characters and breaking the bridge, and the lonely shadow will only wait for the snow? Who broke his promise and lost his mind? Stop using modifiers and sing me the clearest song; Don't guess what to say, look at me with transparent eyes; Don't flinch from anything, give me your cocked finger; Don't say you don't love me. I'll answer if the memory of loving you is not satisfied.

2. Seal your heart and lock your love for Iraqis. You can add a smooth sentence in front of you, corresponding to that moment, wash away the lead for you, seal your heart and lock your love for Iraqis.

Seal up your heart and lock up your love, that is, never touch it again, hide it in your heart from anyone, add a lock and lock it up.

You can say that, you should be injured, but you have to tie the bell to solve the problem.

At the same time, it seems to symbolize a person's loyalty.

At that moment, for you, I washed away all the lead, sealed my heart and locked my love, just trying to win your heart.

At this moment, for you, the prosperity is gone and the horizon is broken. Although it is still silky black in the morning, it has turned into snow at night.

At that moment, for you, hold your hand, grow old with your son, and stay together,

At this moment, for you, the light is thin, the pen is splashed with ink, and acacia caresses tears and traces cinnabar;

At that moment, for you, I kept my white hair and joined hands with you.

At this moment, for you, Qianshan travels all over the world, looking for good news;

At that moment, for you, I loved the wild, dedicated myself to the world, and carved a stone in my heart.