Love is a mysterious gift, but also a sacred fallacy, losing and gaining, both are a kind of beauty, letting go and leaving, are a kind of faith.

Waiting is a season, letting go is a kind of well-being, gaining and losing, are all the care of life, parting and pain, are the respect, grievance and understanding of life, and are an attitude of life.

Life, how much good feeling, is just a kind of inner bondage, sometimes parting, sometimes helpless, sometimes losing, sometimes wronged, listening to beauty and loss, just a kind of respect and reason for life, and finally, life is helpless, and it is safe with the encounter.

Time, cut the beauty of life, the years, hastily their hearts, quiet and peaceful, always inadvertent, always aggrieved, a lot of emotion, just an encouragement of fate, just a peace of mind of time.

The years are silent, life is helpless, a kind of understanding is a kind of indifference in life, a kind of care, is a kind of scenery of life, quiet is a pattern, compassion is a kind of gentleness.

The indifferent heart has learned to respect others, the helpless wind, the generosity of life, the opposing world, there are always a lot of grievances, helpless old age, there are always a lot of inadvertibles, it is the understanding of life, but also the inner uneasiness.

Life, a period of duckweed, a period of indifference, a period of tenderness in life, a piece of coincidence that cares, how many fates, mutual trust has been established, how much, etc., in exchange for the fragility of life, is it to live up, or the inadvertent life of life, just helpless, just to understand.

The old world, the heart of care, how much uneasiness, how much loss, just the world of grievances, changes a person's fate and pattern.

How much care about life, how much generosity of life, a landscape, a loss, a respect for life, is it ambiguous, or the life is in order, the last piece of beauty, a piece of old memory.

Let go, everything is destined, let's leave, all the fate is just a fixed number of life, there is the color of fate, there is the quiet of time, and there is also the life of not letting go, time is always rushed, and the years are always unforgettable.

One minute, a memory of life, one second, a person's mood, how much understanding, has become the unobtainable in life, how much cold, has become the end of life, a dream, just the shackles of life.

Life is a kind of city, plus how much messiness, invisible scenery, and poignancy that cannot be written, it is always so simple, always so prosperous, helpless to wither, and learn to be lonely.

A tenderness, an understanding, a life experience, a dream awakening time, how much helplessness, how much autumn wind, just the memory of life, painting the world of dreams, a person is old, a person remembers.

Heaven and earth are impermanent, life is indifferent, is it a hypocritical time, or a helpless understanding, a breeze, a period of time, is it a dream of life, or the origin and extinction, just a season of life, a gorgeous life.

How much to let go, in exchange for an unsolved case in life, there are many, helpless mood restlessness, is a good feeling of a scene, but also a blessing of a lifetime, the last goodbye, are charming scenery.