How many words, hidden in my heart, powerless to tell, a person's mood, a person's story, helpless to understand, just the bitterness in the heart, your world, I don't have time to ask, my mood, hiding too much humility.

The longing of distance is the bitter water of patience, hiding too many grievances, that understanding, that desolation, destitute, love is a cup of bitter wine, longing is regret, the last meeting is late, it has become scattered, how can there be a good gathering and dispersion.

Love is a question mark, waiting is a humble thought, how many tears, unspeakable, how many stories, hiding a person's heart, that love, that quiet, hiding too much loss, always carried by one person.

Waiting for a story, missing a greeting, a cold heart, hiding too many edges, the story always does not begin, love is like this, and the scenery is like this, your coming, my loss, hiding too much powerlessness.

The lost heart hides too many memories, a person's sadness can't be hidden, the story is always so charming, the eyes hide too many grievances, is it the peace of the heart, or the peace of longing.

The tears of reading hide too much abandonment, that bravery, that loss, too many grievances, too much loss, love is a kind of retrospective, how can there be a goodbye meeting.

Breaking up with tears, this damn love is a person's mood, a person's tears, how much confusion, how many stories, just the loss of the heart, just the unforgettable past.

Hiding a person's heart, hiding a person's tears, falling in love with a person, is destined to lose, wronged too much edge, inner quiet, how much peace, hiding helpless grievances, just humbled their own mood.

The story is difficult to understand, the inner delusion, or the same yesterday, still sad in today's world, you are the only one in this life, I am the next life and will never see each other again, from then on a sorry one, it has become a scattered without a cause.

There are too many stories hidden in the heart, how many unparalleled in the world, love is a lamp, but also a kind of edge, how many teardrops, hiding a person's love, hiding the touching of two people, losing hearts, hiding the last mistake.

Love is a myth like a fan, the heart that reads it, hides tears, the grace of helplessness, hides a person's fragility, it is sad to read, and it can't be seen through, it is the parting of two people, love is helpless, and it hurts to read.

Broken edge, looked at the heart, read the generosity of the heart, love is a pity, or a challenge, the last Lethe River, single-mindedly seeking fate, each other's coldness, reading the heart, the soul has lost a sense of belonging.

Love eyes look at the sea, the sea of people is helpless, the cold of reading, the broken heart, is the obstacle of this life, the edge of the next life, the love of one person, the eyes of two people, is the turn of love, but also the loss of the heart.

One thought, two fates, yearning for each other, hurting the heart, wronged is the shadow, writing a painting as a prison, from now on the sea of people forget, your world, I am too late, my mood, you can't see.

How many people, how many things, hide a person's heart, hide a person's tears, is the understanding of the years, is the peace of the heart, how many landscapes, just indifferent to their loneliness.

Once the most beautiful, quiet departure, a person's question and answer, a person's delusion, life and death helplessness, reading and understanding are all the hurt of life, a person's heart, a person's fault, two people's prosperity, since then, understand that it is all the fault of love.

Mandarin duck embroidery building, lovesickness, a lifetime for one person, waiting for a bitterness, yearning for a loneliness, this parting is so tired, so bitter, the heart of the sweet and sour, indescribable taste, how much understand, has become a hurt.

A person's mind, how much indifference, hiding too many grievances, how much loneliness, hiding in a person's eyes, is the closure of thoughts, but also the haggard of love, reading is a fate, missing is a harm.

Grievance, or that grievance, hiding hurt, hiding tears, your world, my heartache, the story is difficult to read, it is the legend of the landscape, it is the humility of love, your contempt, my unforgettable, my sadness, hiding the music of loving you.

One person's love can't support the feelings of two people, it's a landscape, it's a dream, it's also love, it's also can't see through, the scenery is so bleak, it's hurt to read it, if you like to be lonely, why should I force it.

Love is a luxury, how much loneliness, hiding two edges, loneliness is a kind of growth, too much fragility, so humble your own world, such a glimpse, just indifferent in the world.

Forget the river, tears in the world, three points of understanding, three points of error, love is a kind of unreachable, missing is a kind of humble past, this autumn, the helplessness of life, the humility of reading, miss your heart, sad my love.

One person's mood, two people's stories, is the scenery of life, is the unattainable of love, how much understand, hiding the indifferent heart, hiding the last scenery.

One understands, two scatter, the only picture is the harm of this life, the fault of the next life, and the last one, what you can't see, what I can't imagine, the last mercy is the illusion of a person's love.

I think, you are not me, I am not you, from now on, one part, two wide, you wait, you chase your whole world, I ask my heart, from now on, each rejoices, no longer see each other, say what is far away, but there is no tomorrow.