Loving someone is a kind of touching, but also a kind of hazy, the world is so big, life is so beautiful, there is always some loneliness, but also some sadness. People are fragile and helpless, missing is a lifetime, losing is a lack of chance, looking back can not see again, there is no dress rehearsal in life, love, love, give to those who do not love. There seems to be no goodbye in life, and there are no wishes for the afterlife, there is always innocence, helplessness, and a withered love.

Missing a person, how much fate, how much waiting, falling in love with someone who doesn't go home, etc., waiting for a dream that I don't believe, who cut the last, who froze the beginning, kiss goodbye love, there is a hazy, there is also a withering, life gives up, there is too much unwillingness, missing is a blur, but also a loss, people have, lost, there are always some innocent, and there is some sadness.

Thinking about a person, talking about a person, waiting for a person, there is no reason, there is no choice, life seems to be unable to wander again, only to know that the world is so big, life is so difficult for yourself. Loneliness is a state of mind, but also a virtue, a sadness hidden in the heart, and a helplessness. Strong love has a wound, a lost thought, and a tiredness, people are lonely, but also withered and hiding too much sadness, can't let go, can't say, this is life.

If you love someone, you will cry and have no power to keep it, the white head of life, love is still lingering, a red bean that you miss, you can't keep it. The wind is staggering, love misses the most beautiful teenager, a romance, a sorrow, is it the fate of dreams, or the emotion of love, just an indescribable elegance. There is a period of longing, and there is also a period of missing fate, it is Fenghua who missed the most beautiful youth, and it is also the most rare miss in life.

Guarding the heart's fate, missing the last street corner, life is just a deep and shallow fate, love parting, thinking without fate. Walking on the street corner of Yuehua, I want to be in the fate of life, wrong and wrong, just the illusion of love, there is no turning back in life, there is no goodbye to love, just an estrangement, just a difficult goodbye. There is a period of missed fate on the road, and there is also a period of longing, which is a miss, but also a helpless persistence.

Whether it's love, or thought, I can't remember the initial stay, is it the age of life, or the elegance of no fate, a period of time, a period of no fate, who missed the dance steps of life, who ended up missing, love is absurd, but also the broken intestines of longing, the wandering of names, the lack of writing true feelings, just a deep and shallow fate, never to see again, just a gardenia blooming, no chance to fall.

The kite is innocent, but also sincere, love is a kind of parting, reading is a door, but also a helpless, waiting for a world, thinking about a life, only to know that the world is so ups and downs, love can not meet in the end, read to the end there is no residual warmth. Desperate love, like a moth to a fire, missing the broken intestines, farewell tears, the love that is saved is more than mentioned, all goodbyes, but the life delay that cannot be confessed in the heart.

The afterglow of the miss, the scars are always difficult to keep, love a person, miss a kind of elegance, miss the fate, write in the most real youth, a kind of stay, a kind of youth, love parting, hurt the heart, only to know the world's big, the bitterness of life, a kind of helplessness, a kind of sadness. Tears are hidden in the eyes, the indescribable world, dreams, put in the heart, a kind of unforgettable, hidden too deep, too far away, just a kind of difficult to explain, just a kind of unforgettable.

Don't don't be cold, I have hidden too many stays, I have no fate in life, I have written too much dignity, it seems that there are a lot of unspeakable tears, just a sentence of life, just a sentence of forgetting, the mistake of missing, or the fault of fault, picking up the stay of life, I can't tell the popularity, I can't see through myself, it's just a write-off, just a continuation of the fate, how far away is the next life, how bitter this life is, how much helplessness, how much innocence, hidden very deeply, can't let go, can't understand.

There is a kind of longing, there is also a kind of loneliness, very longing, but also very helpless, hidden in the inner street, there is a retention, a stay. The world is relative, people's hearts are lonely, there is always an embarrassment, there is also a drop in the bucket, there are difficulties on the road, there are withering, life has suffering, there are vicissitudes. Who cut the end, lost the dawn, who ruined life, forgot dreams, a life, a period of gratitude, and a period of bitterness.

There is a kind of sadness, the heart is like a knife, there is a kind of withering, hidden in the still called, life has the end of the world, there is also helplessness, what is lost, can not come back, what is gained, may not understand. Love, you are a mystery, but also a person, can't see your story clearly, can't think of your future, life is picturesque, your mistakes, your beauty, is the wind of the years, but also the lovesickness of people.

Bitter begging, thinking of the goodbye of life, but there is a lot of helplessness hidden in the heart, looking at the former indifference, thinking of the loneliness of life, there is a cold, there is also a lovesickness, belonging to their own world, there is always a sadness, there is also a helplessness, hidden in the heart of the solo, put in the eyes of love, there is a kind of listening, there is also a kind of unforgettable, is the sadness of the words, but also the withering of the moon, the wind is staggering, the moon falls silently, farewell to the year.

Loss is a kind of mentality, when you wake up crying, you know that the hairpin has lost its soul, a sentence of life forgets, the loss of loss, life seems to be unable to turn back, and there is no goodbye, just the corners of the eyebrows, hiding a sense of indifference, sadness. The wandering heart, the person who loses a lot, always forgets a lot, only to know that love is not to love someone, but a person learns to be willing.

Speed determines passion, life understands the vicissitudes of life, only to know that the world is unpredictable, the wind and the moon are not fate, who missed the years, who indulged in the end, if, if just no, there is no goodbye, why moths to the fire. How can I forget you, the wandering hidden in my heart, cry and wake up my life self, net the last love for you, lose the footsteps of life, you are the miss of life, you are the fate of this life, the only, the only, miss yourself in your heart.

Silly bless you, look at you, think about the trajectory of life, the only picture, the scroll of longing, hide a lot of tears, write a lot of true feelings, only to know that the world is unpredictable, the only picture, the mentality of missing, the only, just the only goodbye, can no longer look back at the sea of attachment. There is always a charm in life, and there is also a deception, loving someone, waiting for someone, talking about oneself, always powerless, always lonely and helpless.

Loss is a kind of beauty, but also a kind of sadness, life is always desolate, but also unforgettable, look up to yourself, may not understand love, look down on others, may not understand yourself. Loss is a state of mind, seeing is a kind of beauty, life is wonderful, there are also unsatisfactory, too many misses, become a stumbling block in life, too much helplessness, become a rhapsody of life.

People who miss always like to be alone, people who look at each other, always smile, life is always helpless, there is a desolation, life is always helpless, there is also a sadness, forgetting yourself, you may not think of other people's dreams, forget others, may not count your own sentences. Many things are scattered if they can't be said, and many words may not be broken when they are seen through, and people who forget today know that yesterday's love was so wonderful.

Pay is a kind of listening, but also a touch, there is always a miracle in life, there is also a helplessness, the pattern is a door, but also a kind of sadness, life always has an unforgettable, there is also a sadness of hope, hiding a lot of sadness, walking on the road at the corner of the street, let yourself be powerless, look at other people's thoughts, say their own unforgettable, only to know that every change in the world, is because of the powerlessness of missing.

There is a kind of ruthlessness, hidden very deep, very serious, there is a kind of coldness in life, there is also a kind of sadness, put it in the heart, say in the eyes, life is always unforgettable, there is also a loneliness, whose heart is not hurt, whose dream is not desolate. After the wind and moon, I know that the world is unpredictable, life is not ancient, missing is a kind of love, missed dreams, lost people, there is a kind of listening, there is also a kind of missing, love someone, wait for a person, miss a world, there is always a loneliness, and a helplessness.

Unforgettable heart, hiding too much sadness, desolate tears, telling the delicacy of life, there is always a drunkenness, hazy one's own world, sad life's helplessness, missing every step of oneself. There is a kind of person who waits and waits, and after several generations of injury, he knows that love is too late, the scars of waiting, and the fate of missing. There is no fate, and there is a fate to gather and disperse, only to know that the world is so big, sadness comes early, late comes, and tears go too clearly.

A heart, hurt everywhere, a person, unforgettable miss too much, loss is an attitude, get, is a sadness, life has a lot of fragility, there is also a lot of helplessness, too much sadness, precipitation of their own indifferent, only to know every change in the world, every corner of life, there is always a loneliness, there is also an unforgettable, missed heart, loss is also a kind of listening.

When my heart is hurt, I know that the sadness is desolate, the unforgettable life, my loneliness, missing is a kind of fate, but also a sadness, life has a helplessness, there is also a helplessness, it is the emotion of love, it is the withering of dreams, the wind is a covenant, only to know people's love. A person, a world, there is indifference, there is longing, there is also a withered world, love someone, wait for a person, think about a world, ask yourself too much, there is always some helplessness, can't say.

The lonely heart hides a lot of sadness, the withering of life, too much helplessness, and a lot of poignancy in the heart, and I remember yesterday very much. The heart at the bottom of the valley is always inseparable, the wandering of the heart, it is always difficult to pick off the vicissitudes of tears, a helplessness, a sea, a sadness, and a lonely wish, this is the goodbye of hope, but also the goodbye of life, a hundred years of loneliness, this is the hope of life.

There is a kind of passing years, but also the emotion of life, there is a kind of vicissitudes, is the miss of the wind, but also the unforgettable of people, is the years without traces, but also the vicissitudes of white hair, there is always insincerity in the world, there is always inadvertent in the world, there is always an unforgettable hundred years, there is always an invisible white head, a lonely life, a lonely self, their own taste, a kind of lovesickness, two kinds of each other, indescribable life, indescribable world.