A person and a river, no matter how much wind and rain, no one can see clearly, no one understands, if you don't know, you won't part. If there is no familiarity, there is no goodbye, if not, why bother to support the heart of love for others, a life is simple, a moment is very short, this is life. When no one cares about themselves, they must know to cherish, and when no one loves themselves, they must learn to let go, time can prove everything, but you can't let yourself go back to the past. The road is chosen by oneself, people are paid by themselves, don't forget to be a man, don't forget to bind, failure is very simple, just give up, how exciting.

Along the way, I saw the impermanence of life clearly, and when people hesitated, it was just the appearance of the years, hiding the helplessness of life, there was a kind of moving, always helpless, there was a kind of waiting, always desolate. What is love, it is the anxiety of the heart, the sadness of life, the goodbye of life, and the fate of life, a touch, a downfall, just a watch without a fate. Confusion, maybe it's just a kind of quiet, failure, but it's just a kind of peace, and how much regret you regret when you see you again is indefinite, and it becomes a bruise all over life. A loss can always drive away a lot of happiness, and a helplessness can always drive away a lot of smiles.

Loneliness, always come unexpectedly, failure, always come inadvertently, miss, only to know ruthlessness, loss, to know the hesitation of life. There is always a person who falls in love with himself, does not ask for anything, does not wait, but chases himself for a lifetime, this is charming love. There is always a person who pretends to be very good, talks a lot, and always doesn't like others, just to make other people's favorability disappear, and then quietly leaves himself, so that others can feel at ease, and he is bruised everywhere. We always like to watch a little, but to love someone, we have to accept the shortcomings of others, love can't be finished, that is to cut off the beautiful care.

There is a kind of person who is always very poor, who does not have the courage to say love, does not have the courage to say poverty, and does not have the courage to confess, not for anything, not for what to wait for, but does not want others to suffer with him. The world is very big, and I am very small, the only love is not what it costs, but sincerity, when sincerity meets disguise, many people avoid it. People who are good at disguise, because they are hurt, people who will not please, because they can't see hope tomorrow, if love, maybe it's a kind of parting. There is no dress rehearsal in life, there is no future in love, I am afraid, in the era of love, I met someone, but I couldn't give her happiness, and then I showed all my shortcomings, so that I was hurt, and others no longer remembered.

There is a feeling that it is very charming, the eyes of love, the heart of disappointment, because I understand, so I part, because I don't understand, so I let go. There is always a loss in life, there is also a vicissitudes of life, love you will not go, wait for you will not come back, this may be true love, but because I can't understand it, so I wiped away yesterday. Someone waits, it is happiness, no one chases, it is happiness, no one cares, it is a kind of cultivation, but love will make all the twists and turns repeat the mistakes of the past, just for a love, a love. Looking back on the past, if not, what to cherish, if poor, what to speak, only to know the reality of others, is your own powerlessness.

Because waiting for my people to leave, I don't have to stay, all I left, because I was worried, so I came back, because I wanted to cherish, so I couldn't stay. A lot of helplessness, always a kind of vicissitudes, a lot of loneliness, always a person is injured, hesitating about life, lonely hope of life. Love is far away, thoughts are very thin, people who understand me, why should I explain, because the wind and rain are strong, so I have to go home, if I can't see clearly, why answer, speak too realistically, always make others disgusted. The years are ruthless, just care, leave too much, just a separation, sad about the fragility of life, just an understanding, missed a lot of love.

I always want to meet someone who understands and protects myself, and I always want to meet someone who has a heart to love myself, but I don't know what other people's requirements are and what other people's rules are. Love is not a lifetime of dawn, nor a lifetime of twilight, the first to meet the twilight, scattered, the first to meet the dawn, scared, not because I don't understand, but because I grew up, afraid of being hurt, afraid of loss. One day, you will meet a good person, do not ask about the past, do not ask about age, do not ask about the vicissitudes of life, and like yourself, that kind of love, easy to part, because you met the wrong person.

If I love you, you are also willing to say that you love me, this is a blessing, and then parting is very bitter, it is the bitterness of two people, so, I learned not to love you, bitter for a while, not for a lifetime. Family affection is very hurtful, love is very touching, loss is because of intentions, sadness is because of care, but love will always meet a storm, will always encounter the indifference of dusk, parting, pain, there is lovesickness, reminiscence. If you have loved, you will understand the taste of hurt, if you have hurt, you will understand that the taste of loss, downfall is actually very simple, and when love is complicated, you will be powerless.

Love is not seen with eyes, life is not to be put down with helplessness, there is always a person, lost, only to know regret, there is always a person, getting, only to know sadness. Human affection is warm and cold, if love can measure money, then money can't buy sincerity, we are not wrong, we are just not ready, we are not right, but the other party is unwilling to change themselves. God let you know me, just know my name, I don't want to tell a story, I don't want to ask too much, that's because the two of us only have a beginning, no ending, if I am willing to let go, and you are willing to hide, this hiding is a lifetime, this release, is a lifetime.

The fragility of the heart, the inability to withstand the test of shortcomings, the helplessness of people, and the love of poverty cannot withstand poverty, that is because they cannot withstand pressure, so they do not understand compassion. There is always someone who loves you and gives you what you don't want, that's family affection, there is always someone who gives you half of what you have, that's love, there is always someone who has nothing and goes to accompany you, that's true love. No one wants to accompany someone who looks down on them, sometimes because they don't understand, no one wants to deal with a person who can't afford to climb, and sometimes because they don't understand the hardships of others. Love is very thin, the heart is very weak, if others can't accept their weaknesses, why bother to be perfunctory with their smiles.

In the world, how many people can't see their own sincerity, and they don't know the feelings of others for the rest of their lives. In the world, there are as many people as they chase helplessly, and as many people fail to be bruised. In the world, how many people have been down, how many people no longer regret it. In the world, there are as many people as there are people who no longer cherish, and how many people no longer forgive. In the world, there are as many people as there are people who no longer forget, as many people have lost. In the world, there is as much filial piety as there is that is difficult to forget. In the world, there is as much loneliness and memorability as there are vicissitudes and desolation.

The person you want to chase is the same person as the person who hides from you, and what you want is the same as the person who hides from you. We're not wrong, we just miss someone else's bow, we're different, it's just not the same idea of the world, we will all be hurt the same, someone will understand, someone will avoid. Love makes people very humble, longing makes people very cowardly, and later, I learned to let go, I learned to change, and in the end, I just said thank you. I have been to your world, but you don't want me, my world, you pass by, but I write your own space for you. Life is like a dream, the world of waiting is very hard, and the world of thinking is difficult, so let the person you love go.

Lost, always so charming, sad, always so simple, love no longer looks back, sadness no longer repeats. If I miss the dawn, I can only wait for dusk, I would rather make mistakes again and again, I don't want to cherish, I don't want to stay, I believe that tomorrow will be better, can be tomorrow's tomorrow, no one knows how far away. The heart of right and wrong, hiding the tears of life, the fault of loneliness, missing the initial familiarity, what love is, not loss, not passing by, not the vicissitudes of life, but the process between rejection and sadness. A person's right and wrong, a person's love, a lost mistake, missing a person's sincerity, in exchange for a lifetime of helplessness.

Familiar words, hiding the tears of life, no fate, just the familiarity of life, a name, a story of life, hiding tears, hiding the affection of life, paying a tear, hiding the sadness of life. The withered thoughts are always hurt again and again, when I am lonely, I see the flowers blooming and falling, the ruthless memory, and the sad parting again, the letting go of a person. The goodbye of bondage, out of reach, always sad memory, gentle on one man's fault, one's failure. The withered flowers bloom are the loss of other people's lives, the scenery is still the original, and you have left my world.

The late night of memory, a person's ambiguity, a person's fragility and sadness, and the withering department, are just a person's scenery, how much is wrong, miss the initial indifference, let go, and know that the years are ruthless. Life is so sad, and missing is so helpless, just a person's eyes, a person's indifference. The withered department is the fragility of life, but also the gratitude of a lifetime, life is always so vicissitudes, the years are always twists and turns, lonely crying. Crying eyes, can't keep people who don't understand, fake smiles, can't shout to like their hearts, maybe a lot, because they don't understand, they will be lost.