At the corner of the happy street, lying my favorite appearance, it is a familiar listening, an invisible strangeness, and a world rippling in my heart. Kind-hearted people always move me, patient people, always let me learn to give up, when I understand, when I forget, there is a smile, hidden in my eyes, the world is so big, in my heart, there is a loneliness, and a helplessness. In a daze on a sunny day, thinking of the age of the rain, the appearance of the ten-year-old, I have no responsibility, no hope, just a pay, is the biggest smile for me, inadvertently, when I grow up, I know that life is so lonely.

The world of escape, my own smile, the indescribable haggardness, I have thought about it, I have asked, every tenderness that appears, every life insight that I miss, and the painting of gratitude. An autumn, the painting of life, the shallow autumn moon without a trace, how many days, how many years, remember the initial picture, gentle compassion. Looking back at the corner of the street, I think of the Sunday that turned, the casual romance of love, what dolphin bay lovers, what goodbye carat lovers, just the legend of life, the helplessness of life.

Remembering the strange familiarity, the stable memory, the pattern hidden in the heart, there is a kind of waiting, there is also a kind of baggage, the life of concern, and even the soul is more real and serious. The edge is deep and shallow, this unforgettable love, the wandering of the guard, the helplessness hidden in the heart, I have waited for a lifetime, I have waited for a lifetime, I have written the three life stones of the next life with the wishes of a lifetime. I forgot it, only to know that the tears were so serious, and when I remembered it, I realized that the thoughts were so thin.

What is happiness, what is love, waiting for an endless view, looking back on this life, I don't hate you, I love embarrassed, waiting for haggard. I used gentle compassion, stranger to the familiar you, waited for a while, thought about a question, only to know, you have gone so far, I am so tired of waiting, life is like this, tired, just an ending that will never be seen again, said forever, waiting for the deception, just listening to the wind and snow, and the lines that cannot be repeated.

Butterflies flying, life confession, brilliant appearance, confession in the heart, romantic ripples, there is always a period of flashiness, there is also a bouquet of pear blossoms, how far away is the relationship, how slow life is, just a sentence, no goodbye, the perception of life is ink. The clothes on my body, worn in the corner of my thoughts, beside you, and my waiting, inciting the initial listening, the dream of splashing, the shortened flow, the beauty of the sentence, still emerges the love that I know best, just a sentence, a hazy life that will never be seen again.

Wait for a word, ask a word, or say goodbye, a letter, a person, is a lifetime, say forever, look at three lives, heaven and earth are silent, hurt the beautiful heart. The night rain in front of the mountain, the cold in front of the people, I have a tear, ask this life, the fate is just a silent sentence, whether it is love, or waiting, it is a letter that cannot be said, and it is a letter that cannot wait. The answer is clear, seeing and listening, the stars are withering, only to know that the world is unpredictable, the lover and being loved are wrong, waiting for a fate to gather and disperse.

Falling in love with someone hurts a heart, the eternity of people, the helplessness of the heart, the pattern hides too many tears, there is a risk that you understand and can't say, there is a dream, and the scenery you can't see through. You are hidden in my eyes, it is the hazy of my life, I hide it in my heart, the scenery that I can't see through, I show off my love all over the world, and I am waiting to be loved farther and farther. Right and wrong, the love you see, it will hurt your sincerity, the dream of waiting, it will also be heartbreaking, the reenactment of being alone, the lines that go up, the bravery you say, it doesn't matter if you lack too much, it's just a picture of holding hands.

I remembered the world that understood you, asked me how long I had waited, how long I had thought about it, only to know that you were the fate of my life, I am not your waiting in this life, I love you, it's just that I pass by, and you are the life in my heart that lacks the full moon. Every touch, every indulgence, is the trust that can not be seen again around me, the love is gone, the heart is broken, the lost eternity, the last hidden in the eyes, just the one in my heart can not be seen again.

In the face of a person's world, there is too much loneliness, too much listening, every turn of holding hands, every smile revealed, and dynamic pictures, just a silent sentence. Hidden in his eyes, moved the world, hidden in tears, convinced himself, but could not convince his wounded heart. After waiting for a long time, I have been talking for a long time, only to know that there is not much worth of life, how much love, ten times more tears, how many years of sadness, a sentence of three life stones, one does not turn, it is the wish of this life.

If I could, I would give up and accompany you to the skyrim, and if I could, I would take it away and travel around the world, but now, parted, parted, never to be seen again. Today's promise is the blessing of my life, the writing of this life, the eternity that I can never see again, my waiting, just the penetration of a word, my question, just a listening that once was. I said that I will never see you again, I think about it forever, and now, I tell myself that I will come back, and I believe that there may be a lot, just a sentence, there is no turning back in life.

The sky brushed the crook of my eyebrows, remembering the familiar picture, there is always some embarrassment in life, there are also some complaints, hiding anger, or hiding love, I have a kind of understanding, you can't see it, I'm easy to go away. Right and wrong, you are not an encounter in my heart, and I will become your first thought? Maybe I am just a sentence of helplessness, hidden in my eyes, said in a dream. There is a gust of wind in your ears, blowing through the youngest, etc., you are the best hope, and I am not the one who knows best.

There are fewer people who understand, those who think are gone, and those who ask are scattered, only to know a sentence, for a lifetime, love is close, it is easy to be sad, and when people are close, it is easy to cry. Every story has its own beginning, every end, the true meaning of life, the night rain withered, or the vicissitudes of life, just a letter of oneself that will never be seen again. Every belief in outlining life, every listening that carries wind chimes, even if there is no end, you must insist on it, believing that love has results.

Wait, wait, just ask yourself, say eternity, or ask goodbye, you are in my heart, I am in your eyes, you are the person I love the most, I am not the person you know best. Every smile you have, so seriously, every time I listen, so sad, ask the world, only to know that you are you, I am me, and I am not me. I started to give up, then I gave up, and finally I remembered that I also remembered to give up, but I couldn't give up anymore.

Thin heart, vicissitudes of the most true love eyes, there is a kind of style, so that I can't look back, there is a kind of loneliness, let me be helpless in this life, what to say that the love is shallow, I am willing, just a willing, and I have lost you. The short wind chimes reminded me of the first encounter, a smile, a turn, a starting point, a key point, you don't understand my world, I look down on your life. A lot of words, walking and walking and then scattering, a lot of it, leaving it in a mess, forgetting everything, just in exchange for a thought that will never be seen again.

Tears are hidden in my heart, dreams are placed in the sea of people, how many vicissitudes of helplessness, how many people's hearts have been patterned, only to know that once the most beautiful, now it is just the margin you can't see, and I, or the former me, have lost the smile of the future. I want to hug you and cry, ask about my loneliness, I want to look at you and laugh, let you say the most beautiful sentences, and touch my wounded heart.

Fate is a miracle of life, etc., it is a beautiful dream of life, how many goodbyes, just listening to the tears crying, the breeze withering in sadness. One is accompanied, you are my fate, and I am not your most familiar stranger, thank you to the world, I am waiting for you, there is no rehearsal of yesterday in life, and there is no end to the future. Every belief in life is the most truly familiar to me, and every line of belief is gratitude from the heart.

I remember the first listening, you are the most beautiful and beautiful person in the world, and I am just a wait-and-see, and I will never forget. Looking back on the past, a smile made it difficult for me to sleep, and a greeting made me happy all day. Once beautiful, now withering, also because of the deep edge, that love, hidden in the bottom of the heart, there is a kind of loneliness, there is also a kind of unforgettable, the scars are always so sad, life is always so easy to cry.

Counting the fingers, a sentence can move a person for a lifetime, and the story of a day can make it difficult for a person to look up and see him again. The smile is too far away, the belief is too unforgettable, only the tears are the most sincere, you can see it when you wait, you can find it when you think about it, and you can say it when you ask, this is the belief that will never be seen again. Lonely quiet, indescribable familiarity, thin love, life has no wings, you are the only one in life, you are the miracle of life, and my fate is deep and shallow, that is, I will never see you again.

I am a lonely bird, and you see me soaring, but you don't see my sad heart dancing for you. There is a kind of understanding, inaudible, heartbroken, a kind of cold, unexpected, people are gone, floating to listen to the whole world, a one, not goodbye belief, a destined, not goodbye fate arrived, but fate scattered. The shape of life is alone, on the left is your clothes, on the right is my thoughts, my heart, I can't enter your heart, your heart, has been hidden in my dreams.

When you can't hear it, you know that love is so easy to get tired, and when you can't see it, you know that tears are so haggard. Loneliness is the beginning of a person, sadness is a person's decadence, maybe when you know, you can't say my name, and when I want to say, I can't call your name, this is fate, this is the miracle of never seeing again. Looking back and listening, there is a kind of waiting, there is also a sadness, a kind of poignancy, there is a kind of withering, a kind of helplessness, and a wounded heart.