Sadness is hidden in the heart, the soul rolls away the most beautiful feelings, a streamer, a sunset, the years have no trace, just the hesitation of life, a comfort, a rippling, wandering mood is always unforgettable, the appearance of missing, mention the most beautiful fragrance. Life is like a brocade, but there is no chance of prosperity, a section of the street, one understands, right and wrong, but there is no reason to write, love is hesitant, there is a kind of elegance, life appearance, there is a breeze.

Lack of fate is a period of truth, human affection, a period of wandering, years, the most beautiful years, engulfing the ocean of life, and a wonderful, writing the hesitation of life, a kind of beauty, a kind of hope. The soul swept away the wall of love, life strolls in the most beautiful elegance, there is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of uncaused, love is also a dream, reading is also a dream, there is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of difficult to understand. Longing for the beauty of the world, reading the haggard of life, there is a soul, there is also a tiredness, the only sense of painting, there is a kind of haggardness, there is also a kind of exhaustion.

There is a soul that writes the haggard of life, and there is a retrospective, which writes the most true love eyes, love, a farewell to the end of the world, people, and a farewell to the vicissitudes of life. When you understand right and wrong, you know that you understand sincerity, a sentence of gentleness, you have missed too much persistence, and a strong word has changed too much perfection in life. A kind of listening, is prosperous, is lonely, but also strange, fragile simple soul, after the elegance, the dawn is beautiful, just the original goodbye.

Only when you look down do you know that you are sad, you don't know if you miss it, and the compassion of falling in love with a smile is just a longing, a kind of life that you can't remember. There is a kind of cold, hidden in the heart, hidden very deeply, there is a dawn, called spring flowers, there is a grace, called this life is not easy. In just a few years, loving someone is a mistake, just a few years, waiting for a person is a mistake, just a few years, just a parting, in the end, you are the end of the world, I am lonely.

Life can make love humble, life can make you poor, but the wounded heart is still so clean, fragility is a kind of love, but also an invisible love. The years are like a brocade, but the fragrance is not there, life looks back, it's just that the lovesickness is too bitter, how many dreams, counting the flowers blooming and falling, how much cold, waiting for a ruthless goodbye, just that goodbye, a word quietly, it doesn't matter if life looks back, goodbye is not the beginning.

A thousand misses, it is better to see you again, goodbye for a lifetime, not as good as a true love, not as good as a broken away, not as good as a goodbye lovesickness. Life is very cold, and it is also very indifferent, only that infatuation cannot be changed, only that lovesickness, can not be picked, in the end, it is just a gentle sentence, and a sentence will never be seen again. The story begins every day, but the reunion is not something that can be remembered every day, only the goodbye, a tear, a dream, from now on.

However, the bridge, can not meet, cut short the wishes of this life, life building, this life has no fate, write the three worlds. However, the bridge, a bouquet of flowers, a dream, a truth, an encounter, just by chance, a hundred years of lovesickness, said the third world, the third world went far away, look at the third world, the three lives walked without seeing anyone. How much helpless, in exchange for a final parting, how much helplessness, passing by the bridge, just a missed fate.

The other side of the flower, a love, written beautifully, a paragraph, simple to say, a relationship, difficult to tell, and a burst of fragrance, a life, said that I usually don't care, only that grateful heart, the past remains. Thinking about it, thinking about the vicissitudes of life, and then thinking about the end of life, the three thoughts have no fate with each other, but the flowers on the other side believe that there is fate in the dream, there is love in the tears, there is a truth, and there is no end to this life.

Sansheng stone, there is no chance to write tears in a lifetime, there are tears and lovesickness in the second life, and the three lives do not know each other, only to know that the three lives are so far away, so close, a world full of scales, and a close edge is deep and shallow. Sansheng stone, ask Sansheng, Sansheng is wrong on the road of Sansheng, Sansheng stone, think about Sansheng, ask Sansheng, Sansheng stone, find Sansheng, regret Sansheng on the road of Sansheng, Sansheng stone, live Sansheng, Sansheng has no Sansheng in his heart.

If love is lost, there is still the confidence to live, which is the best explanation, and if there is no money, there is still the ability to be grateful, which is the best life. A life is not long, don't think about the love you missed, life is very short, don't wait for those who miss, think about it all the way, what you lose can't come back, then you will lose what you come back. Love will turn, but life has not turned back, you missed me, who can I miss?.

I always wanted to hug you and say goodbye, but your don't turn around, so I can't say goodbye, so I have to silently bless and give you hope. One day you lose it, and I will search the whole world, not because of my stupidity, but because of your uniqueness. If there really is an if in the world, I willingly follow someone who loves me, rather than waiting for that person I love to get hurt.

There are you on the road, you are still in the scenery, you are the only one, the only one that cannot be missed, but I am confident that you are the only one and the only one in this life. I didn't care what you missed, but as long as I didn't miss me, I was lucky, and having you in this life was my true wish for the rest of my life. If I'm wrong, please tell me, I'm willing to change every withering and make you smile, because looking at your sadness, my heart will be like a knife.

There is sadness hidden between the eyebrows, hesitation in the heart, and the cherishment, worried about the ripples of life, a frivolity, a wonderful, a few points of love, a few points of waiting, and a few points of missing. There are always imperfections in life, there are always infrequent in the world, ten fingers are tightly linked, just a trace of tenderness, life is not fateful, just a long-cherished wish. In the dream, a burst of frivolity, life, a wonderful, love, love, just a piece of concern, a period of death.

People who understand you will not shed tears for you, people who miss you will not look for you, people who are yours may not damage you, don't look at other people's love very shallowly, don't put your helplessness too high. There is a kind of moving, not in the heart, but in the dream, there is a kind of life, unspeakable, still in the eyes, there is a kind of cold, not in the dream, but in the tears of thought, telling the loneliness of life, talking about his own inattention, only to know that the world is unpredictable.

A cold heart, unable to keep the goodbye of the past, bitter dreams, unable to say the truest love, unforgettable hearts, always between loneliness and sadness, sad dreams, always between indifference and indifference. Waiting for a dawn and thinking about a tenderness, I realized that the world is so big, and my thoughts are so short, but life is very missed, missed, lost, everything is unwilling, everything is unwilling.

If you like someone, you will know that you miss you, and if you forget someone, you will know that you will shed tears, and listen quietly to a song that belongs to you, not because you miss you, but because you can't let go of yourself. The song has been looping since then, just to wait, wait for a thought in my heart, say a dream of life, quietly, listen to the fragility of my heart, miss every look back in the past, ask a question, only to know that the lyrics are the beginning of memories, and I like to become the ending of tears.

A lonely heart, like the past, listening to a song, remembering a passage, every line, remembering a past. People who like it, see far, ask less, wait more, only to know that they miss, only to know that there is no fate, dreams, deep and shallow. Holding Chanjuan in her hand, she is calm in her heart, she likes it, she sees it, and it is also a kind of hazy, the fragility of life is just a sadness and a haggardness.

Feelings, feelings, hearing the last is a person's feelings, the love of two people, like and like, and I can't forget what I like, I can only wipe it away with tears and residual dreams. The crying heart hides a wait, the helpless cold, the treasure hidden, and the fate, there is also a helplessness, it is the pattern, it is fate, just listen quietly, look at it from a distance, can't say your helplessness, everything is fate.

Hope is written in the brow of the eyebrows, life is fateful, the four seasons are prosperous, a withered guest, a heart-warming world, there is always a sentence of unwillingness, life is impermanent, and there is a sentence of never seeing each other again, the world has no heart, life is unharmed, and there is a hesitation. The only world, the only wait, broke a heart, and ruined the haggard of a lifetime. Life is like a cold wind blowing, the years are geometric, and the initial sunset, looking back, suddenly the lights are shining, just a heartbroken poem.

There is a ripple in the heart, there is a hesitation in life, the years are always ruthless, and the attitude is wonderful. The appearance of the years, the wandering of wiping the thoughts, there is a wonderful life, and there is also a lack of attention, only the goodbye, hidden very deep, written very true, no fate, is an understanding, but also a goodbye, the thoughts of the love eyes, the flow of love, the appearance of the world, you are the wind and snow, and I am just a grain of cinnabar in life.

The vicissitudes of life, who has reduced the flow, who has cut the appearance, the hesitation of love, the wandering of the heart, a longing, a goodbye, and a kind of failure. The world is big, life is sad, a heart, a piece of unintentional, and a burst of frivolity, the world road, life is long, thoughts are hesitant, and the initial breeze is swept away. A period of three lives, a period of three lives, this life is deep and shallow, just an impossible goodbye, just a sentence that can't be regretted.

There is an inexplicable and indescribable life in my heart, I always think that life is unforgettable, and later I know that the world is bleak. Miss the most beautiful fate, lose the most beautiful dawn of life. It's so hard to love someone, it's so hard to wait for someone, but the desolation is very deep, and it's very true. The helpless heart hides loneliness, the helpless person hides the desolation, there is a hesitation, there is also a rippling, the wandering of longing, a person is sad.

There is a kind of loneliness in the heart, there is also a kind of helplessness, it is the ripple of the heart, but also the hesitation of the world, life can not resist the sea, the season can not hesitate their sad tears. There is a dream, hidden very true, there is a fate, it is very shallow, there is a story, there is a hidden world, only to know that it is impossible to know. There is a lot of suffering on the road, there are many dreams in my heart, but I just owe a hug, I just owe a thing like that and never see it again.

The opposition of life, there is a kind of sadness, there is also a kind of helplessness, the heart is full of fragmentation, life is full of expectations, only to know that the world of loneliness and helplessness, so helpless, so withering. The miss of life is a kind of dream, but also a kind of hope, the sustenance of life, hiding a lot of desolation, but also hiding too much loneliness, only a helplessness, still in the vast sea of people, can't say clearly, can't see through, a kind of can't understand the life of themselves.