Being a man and doing things, a lot of words, too late to say, a lot of things, too late to wait, how much to pay, just a person to middle age, how much helplessness, just in exchange for a sentence of old age, just a piece of the past, erase the memory of life, leave the last disappointment.

The memory of respect is just a tenderness, a goodbye, how much heartbreaking, life is understood, but people are middle-aged, when I am old, I can't see it, I think of the past, just a bouquet of flowers blooming and falling, just a memory of the mind.

How many dreams are broken, just a fate, how many waits, just a love, memory erases the perception of life, looking back on the bumpy indifference, just a missed nostalgia.

Memory, always careless, life, always a thousand years, a feeling, erase how much care, a read, how much less tidying, dream people, waiting for people, the story of remembering, just a care, just a nostalgia.

The heart of perception is just a stumbling moment in life, helpless love, just the end of a drama in life, how much love, just the accident of life, the intermittent reality, the helpless indifference, how many ups and downs to let go, just never see again.

People come and go, one understands, people go and people scatter, just a tranquility, the peace of life, helpless compassion, how much care is cared for, and a person's heart is lost.

Why, how much do you care, it's just a person's past, erase the story of life, the dream of a sad life, a liufang, a scar, how many names in life, just a cloud and clouds, the heart that cares, the dream of looking back, the world of separation, the speed of expressing a person, just a past.

A person's goodness, a person's loss, how many smiles, just care about the passerby, passing by, let go of respect, just a person's gentleness, just a smiling Bodhisattva.

It is destined, a watch, a quiet, a half-drop of peace, compassion or quiet, just respect and a gentle smile, loss and insignificance, just a short stay.

A heart, a story, the thought of Buddhism, the lamp of the Bodhisattva, in a blink of an eye, is a present life, a let go, is a bright moon, dawn, dusk, just a care, just a note of life.

The thoughts are flawless, waiting for a hug of the sunset, how many accidents, how many gatherings, just the indifference of missing, the prosperity of waiting, a period of waiting, a love, people go to the empty building, just scatter a dream, break a thought, the edge is deep and shallow, and the accidental difference.

The story begins like this, the name ends like that, it's just that smile or that smile, it warms people's hearts, disperses prosperity, cares about lonely life, the wind blows and the moon falls, and people go to tea and cool.

A person, there are always a lot of grievances, can't say it, in a word, there are always a lot of old people, can't make up for it, a lot of the past, just passing by, a lot of the future, just a snap of the fingers, how much care in life, how much to understand, just love is scattered, life understands, miss the person opposite.

Love is love, mood is mood, how much contentment in life, how much humility is lost, before and after people, it is just a kind of belief, language is just a kind of thought, and later, it is just a loss, a reading.

The person who misses, the heart that is lost, the clear separation, or the clear that reads, is just a bouquet of flowers in the sea of people, a passing year, and a goodbye.