Touched heart, flattered, infatuated cold, difficult to indulge, always think that life is simple, regret should not have been, lost cold, missed heart, has been cold, missed the first dream. Simple love, longing heart, the dream is still a bleak, the four seasons are as usual, miss the initial forgiveness, there is no rehearsal in life, there is no agreement, who cut the last, who forgot the agreement, just a write-off, the dream of life, unspeakable love.

Looking back on the past, love and sorrow are a kind of tempering, the vicissitudes of an inner voice, familiar with their own helplessness, the pattern is a door, hiding a person, listening to the world, hiding their own hearts unforgettable, hiding other people's tears, can't tell the black and white of time. That's right, to miss someone, to be wrong, to lose a lifetime of love, to hazy your own world, only to know that life is not perfect, and you are very simple.

The heart of missing, there is an indifference, there is also a commitment, love someone, simply say your name, ask a lifetime, only to know that the world is so big, life is so bitter, only yourself, easy to get hurt, easy to forget, miss is an ideal, but also a kind of missing. The world of staying, pausing a person's dream, people seem simple, and they still have a beauty of life.

After a moment, I know that the world is so big, miss a moment, only to know that life is so tragic, listen to prosperity and beauty, miss fate and yourself, and forget to rub the most beautiful understanding when you know, just a kind of inadvertent, just a kind of forget-me-not. I miss the drunkenness of life, listen to the hazy world, only to know that the world is divided into two, I am one step to listen, simple waiting, simple asking, saying goodbye in a lifetime, just an indescribable eternity.

Tell a person's listening, think of oneself in the world, ask this life, how many fates, how many yourself, the world is so big, life is so far, who is who's who, missing is a lifetime, losing is unforgettable. There are always forgetfulness in life, and there are also hard to believe, attitude determines oneself, but I can't believe that the world is changing. Every day, every moment, there is always some loneliness, and there are some unforgettable, every beginning of the world, every miss in life, always your own inadvertence.

Warm heart, missing the most real person, lost dreams, forgetting missed fate, there is a cold in the air, there is also a part, etc. In my dream, I fell in love with a living self, and in my heart, I forgot the original nostalgia, the world that became my own, and then missed the true feelings of fate. Looking back and smiling, I realized that the world is so simple, life is so complicated, and I am just an indifferent thought and indifferent question.

There is a desolation on the road, there is an indifference in life, you are in your heart, you are in your dreams, you are the only one in the world, you are unforgettable in life. The heart of missing, the cage of the world, weaving their own life, there is a helplessness, there is also a lack of attention, when life begins to wander life begins to pass by, and their own listening, only to have a concentration, looking back on the past, it was just a miss, looking back on this life, just a missed miss.

Love, love, love yourself forget a lifetime, miss, miss, miss life has no rehearsal, who comes for whom, who says goodbye for whom, just miss a fate in a dream, just a life that misses love, for whom to crop the initial picture, for whom to crop, for whom to crop, the footprints of life. Whether it's wandering the world, missing yourself, the sadness of grief and anger is hidden deeply, very true, very true, but the love that does not belong to you is still unforgettable.

The third world is a kind of fate, but also a kind of helplessness, there is a lot of helplessness hidden in the heart, there is always a loneliness, and there is a desolation, life can not withstand missing, nor can it withstand forgiveness. Right and wrong, there is an understanding, there is also a requirement, love is always so difficult to understand, life is always so unforgettable, who cut the parting, let the heart be lonely, who missed the fate, let yourself learn to forget, wipe away tears, can not wipe the footprints of life.

Three lives and three lives, ten miles of peach blossoms, a gentle, cut constantly, the reason is still messy, missing is an indescribable feeling, life is an indescribable love story, there is a hazy and a kind of haggard, love a few separation, life a few drunk, the world is so big, life is so small, love a person, what to say about the three life stone, Nai He Bridge, three life bank, just a kind of fate, a kind of no fate, lonely, hidden very deep, no fate, written very true.

Three lives and three lives, hiding a kind of haggardness, hiding a kind of hazy, the world inspires itself, loneliness accompanies itself, the heart bears the hardest sadness, bears two tears of a person, fate gathers and scatters, just a wind chime, just a kind of fetters without fate. Who cut the final parting, who missed the beginning of fate, is parting, is love, but also the inadvertent love of a person, the wind chimes missed the true love of kissing goodbye, just a good gathering and dispersing.

How far is the end of the world, in the heart, but also in the dream, it is a kind of forgiveness, but also a kind of tears, an indescribable oath, and an indescribable life. How many are there, you are in my eyes, I am not in your heart, this is a moment, this is a lifetime, a lot of words, can't be said, has begun to go far, many things, can't be said, has begun to part, the end of the world is on the left, life is on the right, you are close at hand, I am very sad at the end of the world.

The end of the world, a world that cannot be seen in the evening, the time that life cannot control, hides a lot, a lot of inattention, hides helplessness, desolation, the hesitation of life and their own care. Nearby, there is a wait, called dawn, there is a kiss, called never see again, kiss goodbye life, broken hearts, heart-rending dreams, in the end, just a good gathering and dispersal, in the end, just a helpless, goodbye across life, close to the end of the world.

Nearby, a moment, the beauty of life, missed because of wonderful, wonderful because of missing, dawn is not there, dusk parting, this is the end of the world's lookout. The story starts every day, life gives up every day, there is always a worry, bypass the apex of the world, let yourself learn to forget, even if there is a tear on the Sansheng Stone, you are not reconciled, even if it is a sentence on the bridge, your heart is willing.

There is a kind of touching, not in a dream, written in the heart, the axis of life, written on a sunny day, it took a teenager to know that sadness comes so simply and fragilely. Lost heart, only to know the coldness of people, the stumbling of the wind, love is one look, missing is another look, drunk people, know that the world is very big, fragile people, know that life is close at hand, an agreement, an idea, from now on the rivers and lakes are passers-by, love strangers.

The familiar strangeness hides a lot of helplessness, the emotion of life, a lot of hazyness, every bit of the world, every fate missed, maybe far away, maybe very close, in the inner world, at the end of the elegance, there is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of indulgence. Lonely heart, optimistic life, love has another name, called fate, and the story also has a name, called to get together and disperse, the merits are just a retrospective and never see again.

There is a person hidden in my heart, I tell a story in my dream, every time I start, every time I fall behind, I know that regret is not a simple, life is not a beauty, miss is no fate, there is no rehearsal in life, and there is no goodbye, just a no, just a listen, the world hidden in the eyes, I can't forget the inner listening, look up at life, only to know that the world is so big, I am so small, and the passing throat has been showing sunshine for myself.

Listening to the whole world, a person's loneliness, a person's sadness, hidden very deeply, only to know that the world is so big, life is so narrow, the moment of passing by, is just a dream of Nanke, the arms of life, can not wipe away the first teardrops. Who cut the last years, who missed the fate of life, who wrote the youth of life, whether it was to love someone or lose someone, only to know that the world is so big, life is so narrow, missing is helpless, and losing is also a kind of sadness.

Fenghua time, only to know the look back of life, youth is just an agreement, there is a miss in life, fate of each other, miss the initial love, life has no rehearsal, there is no wrong wonderful, a person's world, is to bear love and their own loneliness, a road of wind and rain, a hasty, a beautiful, can not tell the perception of life, can not see the last rainbow, beautiful beautiful, just beautiful strange, beautiful passing by.

Missed life, there is still a minute of looking up, lost tears, and a can't see clearly, tears hide true feelings, life hides too much helplessness, the pattern is a door, life hides many people, there is always a helplessness, there is also a minute of withering, who missed the initial kiss goodbye, who missed the last look, is a sunny day, is sincere, but also never to see the agreement, life love sea, is love, but also life.

Every day begins to change, every time it begins to change, there is no turning back in life, there is no choice, love is a word, life is a road, don't miss people on the road, life, don't go the wrong way. No matter how good the scenery is, don't forget yourself, life is the most beautiful, don't miss people's hearts. The listening of the world, the perception of life, there is a hazy, there is also a sadness, a smile that passes by, there is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of giving up, and the world has begun to smile since then.

Listening to a style, remembering a kind of longing, I always think that life is indifferent, and there is no second goodbye to love. Passing by the bits and pieces of the world, remembering the sweet dreams of the years, the first love, is the rhythm of a person, flipping through the classics of the world, passing through the ups and downs of life, just a landscape, a vicissitudes, a casual life road. Dreams, cut short streams, wind, miss the years, a piece of paper desolation, is the randomness that will never be seen again, and a miss is the expectation of no fate.

Under the blue sky, on the white clouds, there is no turning back in love, there is no wonderful wind in life, a listening, a landscape, and a goodbye year, it is a bouquet of pear blossoms, and it is also a sentence of youth. The heart of gratitude, hiding a lot of helplessness, the pattern has opened a door, hiding a pair of teardrops, the indescribable world, the scenery that can't be taken, can't be seen, the promise of loneliness in the sea of people, there is a dream, there is also a goodbye, the random world, hiding the most beautiful prosperity.

Sad people, don't know the size of the world, lost people, don't know the true meaning of life, love has no regret medicine, life has no dress rehearsal, a one, or a goodbye, some words, said, just never again. There is a kind of hope in life, there is also a kind of loneliness, there is a goodbye in life, there is also a kind of commitment, a helpless heart, can bear tears, unforgettable truth, can bear sadness, a torn heart, and can remember the original parting.

Life has no fate, there is a period of missing, life is fate, and there is a helplessness, every time I look back, there is always an indifference, and there is also a minute of missing, life, indescribable goodbye, the world that cannot be seen through, after the elegance, it is just a stranger. The familiar heart hides too much loneliness and helplessness, the rehearsal of life, there is a kind of believing, there is also a kind of withering, the withering of the world, there is a kind of temperament, there is also a kind of helplessness, a torn heart, there is a kind of listening.

Prosperous and backward, only to know that the world has a minute of sadness, life is helpless, there is a minute of sadness, a missed heart, and a dream that has lost its true meaning. Love is just an indescribable dream, and life is just a true love that can't be communicated. Kind-hearted people missed the most true love, and unintentional people missed the most beautiful years. After the grace, I realized that the promise was just a boundless life, and after the rainbow, the familiar stranger became a passing of each other.