The ten-mile long street is cold, people's minds are missing, and this wounded heart, erases the original beauty, erases the last scenery, love is so charming, life is so fragile, just because one reads, only because one never sees it again, and later, I know that life is not fateful. Each other's passers-by, the narration of no fate, is just the touching of life, just the final flower parting, life is impermanent. The people who care about it are always so hasty, and the lost heart erases the last scenery. Whether it's love, loss, or the most beautiful, it's just a passerby to each other, a goodbye life, and the tenderness of goodbye is just a reading of life.

How much haste is just the love of life, how much of the farewell, just the greeting of life, the loss of a life, the love of a concern, is just the fault of loneliness. The gentle world, the rush of a person's heart, the scenery that cares, the years of the old man's life. How many dreams, just the hope that comes easily, how many wait, just the worry of parting. The clouds of the sea of people, the dream of goodbye, is just a person's tears, just a person's helplessness. Love is parting, life is not fateful, just people are touched, but the heart is not fateful, the familiarity that is missed, the distance of goodbye, is just a gentle compassion.

Time is the most beautiful brush in life, and it is also the last desolate dream, smiling slightly, just the world of beauty, the speed of appreciation, the love of goodbye, always so tender, missing, or a person's indifference, but a person's heartlessness. It is the familiarity of missing and missing, it is the reading, and it is also the last scenery. Love is a cup of bitter wine, but also the lingering of longing, the gentle scenery, the rush of a person's heart, the fate of goodbye, just the indifference of each other, how much loneliness, watching the scenery of the sea of people, sad one's brush, not no fate, but never again.

The lost care is just a wordless heartbreak, how much to read, just the haggard of life, the lack of a lonely life, the scenery of a lost life, the heart of no fate, just the haste of life, the most beautiful quiet, or so peaceful, the distance of life, just a person's world, the scenery shuttles, just the reading of life. The heart of missing, the love of a sad person, the gentle heart, always so charming, the sincerity of lost life, the brush of a lifetime. The scenery shuttles, the sea of people is confused, the vicissitudes of life, the people are old, a song is lost, a piece of sincerity, is the desolation of dreams, but also the understanding of life, just the fault of life, missing the initial accident.

Helpless, always hiding the confusion of life, hasty, always locking away the initial gratitude, the loss of the mood, just the ruthlessness of life, the thought of goodbye, just the touching of life. Looking back at the scenery of life, goodbye to the distance of longing, how much tenderness, just a farewell to the wilderness, a sea of people, how many wanderings, the scenery shuttles, just the sea of people moved, missed the loss of life, looking back on the scenery of life, a person's tenderness, a person's loss, hiding the disturbance of the crowd, hiding the last parting ruthlessness. The lonely eyes hide the world of separation, the wandering eyes, and the wandering of loss, just to encourage the last wandering, and a person is helpless.

The lost scenery, the dust of life settled, how many dreams, just the separation of life, how much heartbreaking, just a period of ruthlessness, the haste of memory, always close a person's heart, the helpless season, always lock a person's road, goodbye heart, the prosperity of the old man's life, how much helplessness, is just a person's dream. Whether it's love or blur, it's just a farewell in life, just an accidental departure. A piece of truth, a piece of departure, just a ruthless memory, the scenery has changed, love is scattered, and the only heart is scattered. The truth of no fate, the difference that touches life, the accidental mistake, and the missed initial encounter, this is the most beautiful.

The helpless mood is always so caught off guard, the romance of life, a person's inadvertentness, is gentleness, is the scenery, and is also the stumbling of life, the only makeover, the only lost hesitation, the loss of the power of life, and the first love eye. The dazzling world, the old years, how much initiative, just the helplessness of life, how much tenderness, just the scenery of life, love or loss, at first, in the end, just a loss, just a cherish. Singing on the long street, shallow thoughts, strange life, just the accident of missing, just the separation of life, a parting, ruthless memory of life, old life.

Love is a responsibility, but also a pay, is the touch of life, but also the final parting, helpless emotions, always haggard a person's heart, the so-called goodbye, just a smile of life, a slight smile, is a lifetime of no fate. Lonely eyes, hiding the end of life, prosperous and settled, just a familiar parting, just a ruthless memory, a deep and shallow dream, a short look back, just the wind is gone, the people are scattered, the only heart is cold, the lonely edge is shallow, looking back on the past, just a bright moon, a ruthless. The generosity of memory, looking back on the transience of life, the blur of love, the fireworks of a haggard life, the wind or love, the unfated, lonely watch.

The lost scenery, the hasty heart, the helpless world, the humble heart, the old age, how much cooling, is just one person's gratitude, just one person's fault. It's the scenery, it's the wandering, it's the only love, it's just the touching of life, missing your world, losing my prosperity, it's a dream, it's the sunset, it's the last love eye, it's just loneliness. In July, watching the sea of people, the bustling and blurred mood is just a person's accident, just a person's loss, wronged by the touch of life, lost the scenery of life, goodbye, just the love of each other, and the feeling of a person's heart.

Love is the beauty of life, and it is also the last love eye, but the loneliness of life, missing a person's world, the touch of losing life, is the love eye, is the loss, and the last helplessness. The only mood, the sad world, is yours, others can't see it, it's not yours, others can't find it, this world is really beautiful, it's just that the mood is not comfortable, lonely one's prosperity, and one's heart lock. Love eyes give up, and finally blur, a person's loss, a person's haste, loneliness, or loneliness, but the tenderness is scattered, but there is no reason to be wrong.

The helpless mood, the oath of an old person, the love is so pale and powerless, life is so humble, the lonely heart is always so careless, and the lost love is always so never seen again. Looking back on the familiarity of life, it is just the touching of life, the encouragement of no fate, the loss of a person's eyes, the smile of breaking up, and the last love eye. There are people outside the person, lovesickness is better than not reading, it is difficult to be a man, you will cry if you don't read it, you will be sad if you miss it, only to know that people go to the empty building, only to know that the ruthless memory is always so pale.

Too late, too hasty heart, so much understanding, the lonely world, hiding the last prosperity, is a dream awakening, but also people scattered, the only one, just the familiarity of life, the last strangeness. The touched heart is always the end of a person, the helpless love, always the scenery of a person, is lost, and the last old age. The confession of love, the helpless thoughts, is just a person's twists and ends, just a person's retrospective farewell, the scenery shuttles, the sea of people moves, a person's love cherishes, a person's past misses, gentle compassion, missed the initial familiarity.

The protagonist of missing, always makes a person's tears cry, humble thoughts, always misses the loss of the past, how many landscapes, just people go to the empty building, how much to read, just a person's humble miss, love is cherished, but also the loss of life, is the scenery, but also the last helplessness, looking back on the strange road of life, just a hasty, just a cherish. The ancient legend is always so charming, the helpless emotion, always so hard to believe, later, I learned that people go to the empty building, understand that fireworks are easy to cold, low mood, just a person's ignorance, a person's illusion.

Sadness always comes suddenly, life, always miss step by step, the last ruthless memory, the touch of lost life, goodbye, silent farewell, accidental thoughts, just a wandering of life. Whether it is a blessing or a loss, the final charm is just a person's touch, just a person's illusion. The old man who reads, the prosperity of a person's heart, the humility of love, is just a person's illusion, it is goodbye, it is also the memory of life, just the encouragement of life, and the familiarity of missing. The strange heart, familiar with the love of going far, only to know that people go to tea and cold, life is impermanent, and he is just a passerby, who came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

The beautiful brush, the sad autumn of a person, is a memory, but also an illusion of life, helplessness, and the final realization, but people go to the empty building, but the heart is scattered, but the person is cold. When I woke up from my dream, I realized that I was just a passer-by in life, the dream was scattered, the fate was broken, but the autumn wind of life was crying, the edge was deep and shallow, and I missed it occasionally, and I was moved by a lot of kindness. Busy hearts, busy to shed tears, people in a hurry, always wandering a person's scenery, is caring, is parting, is the last love, is lost, is broken, but also helpless miss.

The world is big, life is wide, thoughts are very narrow, narrow makes people cry, wide makes people helpless, it is the season, it is the flow, and it is also the last vastness, the story always begins like this, the parting always ends like this, the only sadness, the haggard touched by life, the final pay, is just a person's lyricism, whether it is love, or a brush, it is just the output of life, but the end of life. The fate of goodbye is just the familiarity of life, and the understanding of breaking up is just a person's illusion. People go to the empty building, the flowers bloom ruthlessly, how much scattered, it becomes the accident of life, how much is lost, it becomes the life of never seen again, the only scenery is just the loss of the sea of people.

The clouds of life and death are just a ripple of life, how many accidents, just a familiarity of life, a minute, the beginning, and the final story, always a person's old age, a person's retrospective. Comfortable or good, loss or loss, just a touch of life, just a fragility of life, no matter how good the scenery is, just a passerby of life, the only good, in the end it is just a grain of dust in the sea of people, the loss of scenery, the memory of the old man's life, the beautiful love, change the last indifference, is to give up, is to understand, just the old of life, but also the only loss.

The person who keeps his thoughts can't see the prosperity of life, the loss of goodbye, just the encouragement of life, the rivers and lakes of experience, and the last goodbye, just the reading of life, missing the initial familiarity. It's a dream, it's love, it's distant, never to see you again, the story of looking back, always generous, helpless confidence, always a person pays, and in the end, it's just a person's wandering. It's memory, it's haste, it's a charming landscape, whether it's love or loss, it's just a person's watch, it's just a person's illusion.

Don't hit me, I'm just a gust of wind in love, I snub me, I'm just a grain of dust in life, the clouds are rolling, just a passerby in the sea of people, how many will never be seen again, just the touching of life, and the thoughts will never be seen again. The accidental wind, the hasty one's dream, the goodbye heart, the change of the final indifference, is the mood, is the parting, just the heartbreak of life. The last love eye is just the fault of life, the last loss is just the touching of life, love is so humble, it's just that life is helpless. Whether it is lost or moved, the fragile scenery, the sadness of a person's sincerity, is helpless, haggard, and sad.

The aesthetics of longing is just a person's flipping, goodbye indifference, just a person's kite has a broken string, love is so charming, loss is so humble, just a person's miss, just a person's ruthlessness, is the paleness of memory, but also the end of love, is the moving of life, and is also the final lost. The helpless scenery, the helpless right and wrong, is just the goodbye of life, just the only lost. How much love is just a hug of the sea of people, just a gust of evening breeze in the sunset. Gentle compassion, haggard one's paintbrush, and inner indifference, lonely watchful sky, this is a sea, called the bitter sea of love.