Being a man, really wronged, how many things, can't say, how many words, hidden in the heart, powerless, how many goals in life, how much to cherish, one touched, one delusion, later, no story, no commitment.

The intoxicated heart always loses its own way, how much to give, how much to feel a person's love, how many mistakes, to miss a person's heart, the fate of the next life, and the truth of each other, hiding too much loss.

One person accepts, one person explains, hiding the sweetness and sourness in the heart, the withering hidden in the heart, how many things, just silence, how much loneliness, just a slight smile, the world is changeable, and it has become a sigh of life.

Fate, it's so easy, it makes people regret, it's scattered, it's so sincere, it's helpless, it's a kind of humility to read, how many mistakes, how much to lose a person's true meaning, how much love, hiding a person's regrets, loneliness is always so serious, hiding hurt.

Alone, one leaving, the helplessness of breaking up, the sadness of reading, the understanding of the story, the teardrops of life, the lack of narration, the later of reading, is just a change in life, how much writing, just one parting and two widths.

A gentleness, an illusion, a heart that reads, things that understand, is always so lonely, always so desolate, a person bears, a person draws the ground as a prison, the world is changeable, and life is impermanent.

Mood, a story that can't be expressed, hides too much loss, hides too much vexatiousness, scatters, changes, breaks, cuts the past, and the rest is a smile.

How many people, come and go, how many roads, understand and forget, bit by bit, each other's illusions, waiting for the desert to flee, leaving each other to hug, just smiles, just the rest of the loneliness and hurt.

A fate, a hurt, an indifferent politeness, how many feelings, wandering the bits and pieces of life, a time of ups and downs, a mark of love, a deep feeling, sad their doubts.

The indifferent heart, the touch of bondage, a person looking at the street, a person's memories, written in a fairy tale notebook, hiding too much indifference, hiding too much loneliness, a heart, a love, and other shackles of people's hearts.

How much touched, how much inexpressible, how much helplessness, hiding heart-rending hurt, the only fault, the only waiting, the only loss, just a lonely mood, hidden in a humble corner.

Waiting for a heart, waiting for a love, hiding dreams, hiding fate, helpless with each other, the heart that reads, always lost like this, always so lonely, hiding the only fault, hiding the biggest hurt.

The warmth in the heart, the full score of life, the wound of one person, the departure of two people, how many landscapes, has become a dream of Nanke, how much parting, has become a withered love, and a serious injury.

People are cold, people are gone, fate is not sincere, how much to face, just a loss, how much loneliness, just the scars of the heart, the only mistake, the only ups and downs, just the full stop of the mood.

The goodbye fate, the sad road, the person you love the most, the interface passing by, always hides too many grievances, sad thoughts, always full of scars, a person's ups and downs, hiding distress.

I heard that I will miss when I am separated, and then the tears become a river, the side of the dream, the road of missing, is always so incomplete, and the hurt heart, too late to ask, too late to chase, has become the final foothold.

To live up to a person's sad heart, the only mistake, the only loss, how many illusions, just the memory of life, pale love, indifference in retrospect, and live up to a person's cherishment.

Waiting for a person, missing a heart, love is a dream, but also a luxury in life, how much to understand, read the sadness, has become the edge of no story.

The sad truth, the road to pay, the wandering of missing, one understands, one west wind and falling leaves, how much dusk, I can't see the person on the other side, how much I lose, I can't find my heart, there is no later, and there is no goodbye.

A chasing thought, too much indifference wandering, missing is always so lonely, love is always so indifferent, goodbye, mutual harm, the only illusion, waiting for a person's belief.

Many years later, the person in the photo has changed, and the thoughts in my heart have dispersed, but the only tears are still the warmth, half of which is missing, half of which is hurt, the only mistake, and the only loss.

The running of longing, hidden in the heart as a prison, the lonely heart, hiding too many grievances, a person's heart, a person's love, hiding too many losses and extravagant hopes.

That day, that year, the parting of the turn, the longing of the bitter water, hiding a person's persistence, hiding a person's thoughts, waiting for a chase, believing in a mistake, the only feeling, waiting to lose, waiting to miss.

The kite is broken, or missing, still hurting the heart, etc., lonely thoughts, half for true love, half for loneliness, this relationship, experience is just two words, fall in love with the scenery for a lifetime.

One more thought, one less tear, one less dream, one more waiting, is a lonely persistence, a lie in the sea of people, half a ruthless memory, and half an experience that has to be abandoned.

Two words forever, how much goodbye, how much loneliness, how much hurt, with the wind of butterflies, just missing, hating their fate, helpless their love, looking back at the end of the world, it is the kite that is broken.