舍不得情绪化的温柔小句子 懂你的内心（句句扎心）
想你的时候有些幸福，幸福得有些难过。
When thinking of you some happiness, happiness a little sad.
有些伤口，无论过多久，依然一碰就痛；有些人，不管过多久，也还是一想起就疼。
Some wounds, no matter how long, still a touch of pain;Some people, no matter how long, or a think of pain.
淡淡的秋色，如一程无法搁浅的时光，依着季节的入口处悄然而至。风，掠帘而入，素净的气息填满小屋，瞬间，已驱散一窗的暗香残红。蓦然寻花，春红已瘦尽，梧桐树伸展的叶脉纷纷落下，一抹菊的清香串成了心语，静静地在远乡的思绪中，饰演着浓情依依。
Light autumn, such as a journey can not run aground time, according to the entrance of the season quietly.Wind, sweep curtain but enter, plain and clean breath fills cabin, instantaneous, already disperses one window dark fragrant residual red.Suddenly seek a flower, spring red already thin, the leaf vein that parasol tree extends falls in succession, the faint scent string of a chrysanthemum became heart language, be in the feeling of far country quietly, personate is worn thick affection to rely on.
我咽下了一大堆想对你说的话，因为我不知道该以什么身份联系你。
I swallowed a lot of things I wanted to say to you, because I didn"t know in what capacity to contact you.
爱情是那么复杂，伤害也是一种幸福，经历多了就会懂。
Love is so complex, hurt is also a kind of happiness, experience more will understand.
是不是我刘海太长你就看不到我眼中的绝望。
Is not my bangs too long you can not see my eyes of despair.
时间和距离，真的可以冲淡感情。
Time and distance can really dilute feelings.
浮云消瘦了你的风华正茂，一弦冷月，窃笑了冬夜的漫长。
Clouds wasted your prime, a string of cold moon, snickered at the long winter night.
一个人走在街上，再从容也像赶路。
A person walking in the street, then calmly also like a journey.
如果有一天，你爱一个人像我爱你一样，你就知道我有多累了。
If one day, you love someone as much as I love you, you will know how tired I am.
曾经，我没珍惜，现在，已成往事，怪我太傻，怪我太笨，我是个罪人。戴着枷锁，准备送上断头台。
Once, I did not cherish, now, has become the past, blame me too stupid, blame me too stupid, I am a sinner.In chains, ready for the guillotine.
那些白纸似的年华，只剩忧伤。
Those white paper like time, only sadness.
在世界的另一边，你永远在我心里面。
On the other side of the world, you"ll always be in my heart.
时间的沙漏记录着风雨兼程的过往，岁月的长河涤荡出往昔的花香。翻开发黄的扉页，岁月将它装订得如此拙劣。回首那时花开的烂漫，却道是也无风雨也无晴的萧瑟。
The hourglass of time records the past of trials and hardships, the long river of years cleanse the past flowers.Open the yellowed title page, time bound it so badly.Looking back at the blooming flowers at that time, but the way is also no wind and rain nor clear bleak.