I wrote regret with tears, and I still have true feelings to miss, wait for a wait, think about a question, and only then do I know that I have no chance. How far away is life, there is a dream of the end of the world, there is a haggard life, and the lonely indifference, the broken heart, the haggard dream, just a thousand years and so on, looking back on a hundred years does not matter, the lost seriousness, love has no fate and no part, the touching sentences have been read too much, and the dream of thinking about people is broken.

A kind of waiting, dead heart, a dream, love you without regrets, just a thousand years of waiting, but there is no turning back in life. One person sheds tears, one person tells, love goodbye, wait for goodbye, it's just a fate that can't be seen clearly, it's just tears that scatter the true feelings, but the dream breaks the true heart. Looking back on the past, remembering the initial indifference, looking back at the end, it was just a ruthless poem.

I don't know why, there is still a kind of helplessness, hiding the withering of life, hiding the last exhaustion, love is divided, people are scattered, love is broken, there is a kind of eternity, there is also a change, it is the wind staggering, it is the fate of the fate, or the last love, but you can't make mistakes again and again. If love can go back, I am willing to wait for a thousand years, and I am willing to wait for a year on the Sansheng Stone.

The red dust in my hand, laughing and crying my heart, the dream of life, the messiness of the scenery that has been cut short, my lover, my missing, there is still one minute, and the last minute of crying. Thinking of a person, waiting for a person, waiting for a world, thinking about an afterlife, just a sentence of desolation, just a song of helplessness. Looking at the scenery, thinking about tears, and a kind of hasty, hasty giving, which cannot rewrite the last tenderness.

There is a desolation in my heart, there is a miracle in life, and there is a kind of running, but the hurried heart, the helpless cold, changed my thoughts, and wiped away the most genuine affection. Read a person, see through a self, wait for a thousand years, just the love of life will shed tears, the heart of longing will be serious, no fate, life, just a goodbye, just a thousand years and so on.

A light rain, a past, and a withering, the scenery changes, life regrets, love is divided, longing is broken, how far is life, life is helpless, and there is a lonely dream, hiding regret and never seeing it again. There are tears hidden in my heart, loneliness is hidden in life, there is a landscape, there is a lost vicissitudes of life, and there is a mood that has not been read, called yesterday.

If you see it, why bother thinking about it, people have no fate, why bother forever, lovers, life, you go so fast, so unlucky. Life, loneliness, sadness, goodbye, and clouds. The flowers bloomed, the people left, the heart was cold, only to know that leaving was so inadvertent, the burial of the scenery, there is a kind of helplessness, there is also a kind of commitment, hiding sadness, hiding the true feelings of tears.

Emotion, life, you are a glass of wine, but also a glass of tears, a landscape, hastily made the final appointment. At the beginning, at the end, there is a parting breakup, missing, haggard, and an indifferent youth, the world, the scenery, and a yesterday that will never be seen again.

The years are like a song, life is wasted, and there is a kind of sea, hiding the heart of longing, hiding the lonely dream, and there is a kind of scenery, helpless heart, and the thought of giving up life. The only heart, the change of the wind, and a kind of infatuated indifference, the world is so short, life is so indifferent, there is a kind of luxury, there is a kind of true feelings, there is a kind of romance, and there is also a kind of inability to turn back, which is called deep and shallow.

I don't regret it, but my heart can still cry and I don't give up, but there is still a kind of embarrassment in true love, whose helplessness is it, who has broken the fate of life, whose loneliness is it, the vicissitudes of the last true love, and a confession, lonely and finally faced. Love, I can't say that I have been separated, life, I cry while walking, love leaves the last tear, and I say a word of heartache, only to know that I regret it.

The eyebrows are written with the tears of the breeze, the world is painted with the dream of life, there is also a kind of lyricism, called a story, and a kind of fate, called a name. The love in my heart, I can't say the last touch, the haggard life, I can't save the last selfishness, there is another kind of fate, there is another kind of waiting, just one kind of cold, two kinds of no fate, never to see again. The world is big, there is always a love in life, and there is a lonely heart, hiding too many tears, wetting the last lovesickness.

There is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of cold, haggard and finally hiding a kiss goodbye, helpless to miss and so on, life, in the end, just a sentence of the wilderness, no chance to continue to write, heart-rending love, love has gone the last far away. The life of the story is always a sentence, a name, an old landscape, which breaks the last romance, writes the tiredness of life, and a sense of indifference, hiding too much sadness and too much loneliness.

There is a name in my heart, not a poem written by you, waiting for a person, asking a word, just a flawless sentence. The heart of love is easy to be wet with tears, and the dream of life is easy to be the most innocent, only to know that life is not very happy. Unconsciously, I realized that the world is so big, and I have lost so much seriousness, just a song, a word, and a desolation without the true meaning of life.

I've thought about giving up, I've thought about saying goodbye, I've thought about losing dreams, just a demon king, a landscape, and a poem that can't be turned back. Nameless love, longing, etc., is just a song, a word, an invisible life. The cold heart, the haggard life, the dream of longing, the helpless last scenery, and a loneliness, hiding the tears of life, hiding the last fate, the tears of the world, the exhaustion of life, just for a riddle of love.

The landscape began to paint the most beautiful youth, the changes that life began to understand, there was a faint sadness, and an old mood, and in the end it was just a sentence of powerlessness, just a bruise everywhere. What is eternity, is loneliness, is a dream with tears, but also hides the tenderness of the landscape, there is a kind of loneliness, there is also a kind of old ending, the goodbye of fate, just an endless red dust, writing up their mood.

The concern in my heart, the helplessness of life, the longing is still a kind of perfunctory, there is an answer, hiding the helplessness of the tiredness. It's fate, I love you and I have no regrets, a heart is divided into two, life is still a sentence, and I can't answer it again. The difference in love, whose fault is it to blame, the wounded heart, for the exhaustion of love, I miss never seeing each other again, love can not regret it, I am wrong again and again, just a regretful embarrassment, the unbearable life of life, you who missed, my last miss is just a kind of fate, a kind of love falsehood.

The cold wind, blowing away my thoughts, breaking my haggardness, what's wrong with love, my thoughts have gone away, there is a kind of helplessness, sad the last exhaustion, love is a kind of helplessness, life is a kind of haggard, cold heart, the dream of love, at the peak of the world, or in the last loneliness, hiding sadness, hiding the helplessness of life. Giving is a kind of mentality, love is a kind of miss, there is a kind of fate, there is also a kind of love words, you are the only one, the last miss to me.

The dreams of the heart hide the sadness of worry, the truth of love, the tears of loneliness, and the same scenery, the same world, hiding too much helplessness, hiding the fatigue of life. A kind of scar, a kind of helplessness, there are too many words hidden, there is an ending in life, you don't understand me. The confession of love, there is a kind of mistake, there is also a kind of final failure, the scenery is wasted, but the beauty of love, the romance of life, the inadvertent of life, there is too much sadness hidden.

I don't care about the indifference of the world, but my tears are still thinking about the sea that once was, whether it is the scenery, the beauty, or the last wish. The lonely heart, hiding the tears of life, hiding the helpless final, there is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of willingness, vowing never to see again, people have lost the scenery of the future. The monologue of the afterlife, and a kind of powerlessness, a fulfillment of the vow, can not promise the fate of life, love is divided, people are wrong, and fate is lost.

Listening to the scenery to tears, thoughts began to be haggard, no reason began to be tired, and there was a kind of loneliness, the world is unpredictable. There is a kind of scenery without a fate, how much cold, people's hearts always don't understand, thoughts are still difficult to understand, hidden sorrow, hidden sorrow, understand the heart, just a journey never to see again, understand the dream, just the suffering of no fate. Love to the point of breaking up, wordless tears, the loneliness of a world, the tears of two people, and a kind of exhaustion, hiding a hazy mood.

Love someone, day and night, waiting for someone, longing is very bitter, there is always a kind of loneliness, there is also a kind of helplessness. Life hides worries, but also sings too many lovesick songs, life is divided into day and dawn, night is divided into no fate and popularity, love someone, really bitter, waiting for someone, really tired, there is a kind of longing, hiding sadness, hiding hesitation, is lonely, is ruthless, there is a kind of heart, there is also a kind of disappointment, missing the last kiss goodbye, life has changed the ruthlessness of the future, just a wandering, a kind of love eye, hiding tears, wrapped in too much disappointment.

The beauty of the scenery, hiding the helplessness of sadness, is a pattern, but also a kind of vicissitudes, there is always innocence in life, there are too many haste, it is the withering of the scenery, but also the helplessness of life, wipe away a fate, lose a true feeling, and a future, called never again. Walking in the heart, there is a sadness, there is also a helplessness, hiding the desolation, hiding the loneliness of life, too many entanglements, becoming the last hesitation, is ruthless, and it is also fateful to never see again. There is a vicissitudes hidden in his hand, and there is only a deep love in his eyes.

Looking back on the past, it's just a song that I will never see again, love looks back, walks in the heart, what is the future, what is life, and there is a period of death. Replace the goodbye of missing, there is a future of life, there is a worry, but also the opposition of longing, love is divided into dreams, and life is broken. It's a dream, I can't wipe away the first tears, it's a thought, and I can't separate the last cold.

There is tenderness hidden in the eyes, goodbye in life, goodbye in love, scattered thoughts, waiting and waiting to be hurt. poured out the infatuation of three lives, this life is just a poem, and there is a wandering, singing the wishes of this life, and writing the romance of the next life. The scenery has wasted the lost dream, the love has been separated from the initial cold, there is still a goodbye, there is a missed fate, etc., there are too many filters, so that the heart is heartbroken, so that the future will never be seen again.

In this life, in the next life, what to say forever, what to say is not seen, just a song, a word, a life that does not care, hides the hesitation of life, hides the helplessness of the future. There is always a sentence in life, there are too many hidden, too many unintentional listening, remembering that the original will never be seen again, just a kiss goodbye love, the helplessness of life, missing, love, just a dream that can't be heard.