Love has no white head, life can be turned back, the wine hidden in the heart, a cup of coffee, a taste. Time is so beautiful, life is so wonderful, love a wasteland old, or wait for the end of an indulgence. The dimples of longing are still flowing in gentle tears, hiding the gentle heart, a person remembers the dream of the past, and time cuts the last flower. Tears, the wine of love, the stay of a person, the time of lovesickness, the lovesickness of your hands, the cropping of my tears.

Tonight, the white head hidden in my heart is still the one who can't have it, can't see through the delicious taste of life, and the old man is just a Chanjuan of life. Looking back on the past, the smile in the dream is not a person's encounter, walking on the road, the scenic street, the regret of the future, or so indifferent. Time is the most beautiful, and you are the most exciting, the review of the story, every goodbye, is a world that cannot be reunited.

There is a sentence in the lonely street, hidden very deep, I can't say it, only to know that the world is very bitter, and there is a Chinese dream in my heart. Fate gathers and scatters, a period of wandering, people come and go, hiding a hesitation, a lonely heart, hiding sadness, hiding the hesitation of life, the ripples of the world, the attachment of life, and a listening to the world, grateful to the world, the heart that does not understand, or still can't remember the initial smile.

Staying alone, thinking of the elegance of the world, a man's heart, a few people understand, a woman's tears, a few people see clearly, look at a past, time is still so casual, only that sadness is still hidden so seriously. The fragile soul, the brush of life, the blueprint of life is still rippling in the most beautiful years, it is a gust of wind, it is a dream, it is also a bouquet of pear blossoms, looking back on the past, just a sentence never seen again.

Time is gone, there are still a few ripples in love, the flow of thoughts, the hesitation in the heart, the only picture, longing is a frequency, but also the unforgettable life. The dream hidden in the heart, saying that in the coldness of the world, there is a kind of care, there is a kind of coldness, and there is also a kind of helplessness. When the flowers bloom, it is just a moment, the sycamore leaves fall, and the thoughts are simple, and the invisible world hides too many disparities and too much loneliness.

A dream, a scar, a messy world, haggard with the most beautiful prosperity, the loneliness of the world, there is a prosperous starry sky, there is also a smile, hope is hidden in the eyes, life is hidden in the dream, only the desolation, or so indifferent. There is a chic and touching on the road, the world is beautiful, love is tired, people are easy to forget, the heart is easy to be haggard, and there is a wait, it is easy to make yourself have no regrets.

The missed arm, the sad miss, a dream, a desolation, and a heart that is difficult to miss. Who gives up a life for the world, who gives up a relationship for himself, which wandering heart, which dream to start, Jiangnan is picturesque, a dream of the world. A gentle heart, haggard and understands one's own life, unforgettable people, haggard who is difficult to read the world, and a kind of tiredness, which cannot be said or seen, there is a kind of understanding, which is called never to see again.

Love, unspeakable, people, cold goodbye, or the dream that will never be seen again, is it lyrical, or hard to believe. A cold heart, there is an understanding, there is also a ruthlessness, there is a dream, and there is also an indulgence. The world starts for itself, life dreams for the years, just don't understand a sentence, just a goodbye, there is no rehearsal in life, and there is no hope of goodbye, the road is very bitter, the years are very cold, but the heart is old.

The road is the sadness and amnesia that I walked out of, the life I described, and there is a withering and helplessness. Time missed the most beautiful years, missed the shortest tears in life, but that deep affection still buried the hearts of the people who know best. The story begins every day, life begins to be haggard every day, that cold heart, burning dreams, begin to cut the last life, every thought can become distant.

It's like leaving the dream of missing, as if leaving the coldness of life, missing is a kind of waiting, life is a dream, there is a kind of giving up, there is also a kind of helplessness, the heart of missing, losing the dream that you know best, losing the cold, missing the unintentional love. If the flower understands, if the person reads, it is still a mistake, a mistake, a mistake, just a sentence of no fate, the last missing, the last missing, just hiding the unspeakable, falling in love with a person who is not equal, regretting a lifetime of tears.

I miss very close, but also very bitter, the tears of life, I can't escape, love parting, sad and haggard, the last kind of sadness, a picture of life, always ruthless, always helpless, only to know that the world is so cold, life is so fateless. At the last moment, I waited for the rain, waited helplessly, and realized that I was a mistake, life is a fate, how far I miss, and I miss it really like a dream of leaving life.

The world of two people, a sunny day for one person, there is still a longing, and there is an indifference, there is a person who loves himself, not a person he loves, and a person who cares about himself, not a person who waits for himself. I regret the beginning, I regret that I can't forget, the time cut, the last ice, just a dusk parting. Love parting, people forever, how much you miss, how cold life is, only to know that the years are ruthless, life is unfat, and missing is also a kind of elegance.

Ask the time, time parting, who missed the painting, life is missing, whose dream is missed, waiting for a lover, loving a person who does not love himself, only to know that time to miss the coldest self, life haggard their own helplessness. The pattern has new thoughts, but the heart has tears of longing, from the beginning, to parting, how far away is parting, parting is not at hand, not at the end of the world, it is tears and faces passing by.

How far away the promise is, every step of the thought, every dusk of the eyes, there is always one of one's own inadvertent and one's own inattention. The years are missed, there is no regret in life, only to know that the world is so big, life is so cold, love is just a gust of wind, life is just a cold, love is broken for three lives, or there is no chance to continue, just a song of Nanke, a sentence of nostalgia in this life.

There is a goodbye in my heart, there is one in life that cannot be forever, love someone, wait for someone, say goodbye, or distant in the dream, but you can't meet other worlds, you are in the east wind dream, I am in the night rain tears. The world began to turn upside down, life began to be haggard, only the unbelievable, and a touched, the loneliness of the world, always withered the deception of life, doubting their own disbelief, and that forever, or that goodbye, just can't change.

There is a sentence hidden in his eyes, a line is written in life, and he is just a lyric that cannot be sung, and no one cares. The sky began to clear, people began to cry, the dream was broken, the person was gone, the dusk parted, the years were silent, the farewell of life was just a moment, the goodbye of life was just an indifference. Don't ask how much time there is, just look at how many tears there are in time, and you know that life is not easy, and waiting for someone is really bitter.

Thinking of beauty, spring river water, tears in the east, a piece of white paper, a piece of cinnabar, love is scattered, thoughts are broken, only the desolation, hidden in the heart, said in the loneliness of life, there is still a minute of helplessness, and there is also a lifetime of hurry. In life, cut short the most beautiful love, miss the person who understands yourself, there is a kind of love, which is called unforgettable in this life, there is a dream, called not to see in the next life, there is an understanding, called no regrets.

There is a sentence in my heart, I can't reach the sea, I can't see your sky, I can't remember the sycamore of the years, Ye Luoqiu knows, and my heart cries and dreams. Love is silent, life has no fate, all Chanjuan is all fate, love parting, people parting, missing and parting, only to know that the world is so helpless, life is so lovesick, because of encounter, because of acquaintance, because of not being able to see each other again.

There is a kind of understanding on the road, called no fate, there is a dream in life, called never to see again, if there is a life if you leave, you know that you understand, but a song will never be seen again, your own world, hidden poetry, hidden hazy, hidden inner unclear world. The heart of gratitude, hiding a lot of dewdrops, the fate of life, hiding a lot of deception, and a goodbye in the future, a tomorrow in life, understanding on the road, life is fate, but it is just never seen again.

The petals are blooming, life is chaotic, the autumn wind is missed, the true love is missed, only the tears are hidden in the eyes, hidden in the dream, hidden in the world that cannot be seen. Listening to the prosperity of the world, it is better not to see it, goodbye is also one more difference, every wandering is helpless, every beginning is the end, just because of two tears, a true love, a comfortable dream, or unable to pick up the original love fragments, let yourself meet again.

I waited for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and talked for a long time, but it was just a word of gentleness, half compassion, and patience. Indescribable love, invisible love eyes, the night is not young, people break their bowels, the ancient wind sweeps the eyebrows, there is still an unforgettable in the heart, how much hesitation, how much helplessness, too much love, too much loneliness. The indifferent heart, said a forever, watched a goodbye, just a belief, unspeakable goodbye, love ran away.

As the old saying goes, the world misses the years, and there is a deceptive optimism, waiting for no chance, missing, missing is just a miss that can't be seen again. The fate of life, the fate of life, a cup of coffee, an understanding, there is a goodbye, and there is an unbelief. If you love someone and wait for a world, you will know how cruel the world is, how tragic life is, and love will make people embarrassed.

Looking back on the past, love is a sentence, love is a person, missing is a kind of understanding, life is a kind of exhaustion, and there is an indifference, hidden in the heart, said in the dream, hidden in the kite of the eye of love, it doesn't matter if you miss, what you wait for is never seen again, just a song, a word, a life line that is not seen in the years. Write the true meaning of life, say the emotion of life, a few understand love, a few haggard life, and there is a kind of understanding, called Chanjuan.

Thinking of the beginning, looking back on the past, there is no rehearsal in life, you are the only one, the lingering love, it doesn't matter what you wait, there is a kind of embarrassment, there is also a haggard, optimistic heart, learned to cry, helpless, etc., learned to tragedy. After waiting for a minute, thinking about a world, there is also a haggard cry called tears. The distressed words are always difficult to say, the indifference of life is always difficult to confess, the love is embarrassed, and the thoughts are haggard.

There is a kind of stubbornness in the heart, helplessness and generosity, longing is a kind of sadness, and crying is a kind of vicissitudes. Looking back on the past, it was just difficult to stay, how many times love looked, and how much hesitation could I miss. There is too much helplessness hidden in a crying life. Sing a song, wait for someone, ask for an afterlife, say goodbye, just pass by with crooked eyebrows, at a young age, just hurt a heart, and it is difficult to forget a person.

In the cold autumn, life can not be goodbye, longing can not be reunited, September pear blossom, or October goodbye, is just a legend. From the beginning to the end of the story, without your name and without my listening, it was so easy to get together and disperse. There is a kind of coldness in life, there is also a dream, and there is a goodbye, listening to the prosperity of the world, it is just a fate that can not be seen again, the depth is unknown, and it is difficult for love to reappear in the confession it once was.

I once believed that the earth was desolate, believed that there was no chance in life, and those who missed it, love could not be seen again, the heart without a fate, the lost seriousness, persuaded a glass of wine, and lost a tenderness. After waiting for a dream, thinking of a word, and asking a person, I realized that the world is so big, life is so cold, missing is a kind of tenderness, and losing is a kind of compassion. How many tears in love, how far in life, how many waiting, waiting for a regret not to meet.

Thinking of the goodbye at the beginning, looking back on the past when we didn't meet, the cold heart hides a lot of loneliness, broken dreams, and a lot of helplessness. It's loss, it's innocence, it's sadness, there's too much loneliness, there's a kind of sadness, there's a kind of withering. Falling leaves, a change of seasons, life can not be reunited, a few points of love, a few points, a few points, and a few points can not be goodbye, a lifetime of Chanjuan, just a dream, a word, a short vicissitudes.

There is no perfection in the world, there is regret, there is no white head in life, only a breakup, there is a good gathering and dispersion. A parting, a love, and a true love, the world is opposite, life is lonely, there is one minute, there is a minute of missing, there is a tear, life is wonderful, there is helplessness, every love eye, can open the window of the last thought, for that wounded heart, lonely life.

It's a dream, it's the teardrops of life, it's fate, it's the true meaning of life, it's love, and it can't express the sincere afterlife. Love parting, hurting this life, is fate, is it a catastrophe, or a wish for the next life, there is a kind of understanding, but also a kind of helplessness. Who hid the cry of the heart, who forgot the first thought of happiness, just a piece of beauty, just a past, missed misses, no fate, love has tears, life is haggard, this life is not easy, for whom in the next life write the exhaustion of true love, a dream, a wound, and a love, hurt a heart.

Touching words, said 10,000 times, and the person who understands is not around, listening to the whole world, the only lovesickness hidden in the eyes, the only sadness, said in the dream, who cut the last inattention, who cut off the life of never see again, just the way back of that life. The smile that passed by, missed too much loneliness, there is fate in life, there is also deception, there is no fate in life, there is also loneliness, cut to the end, just a piece of disbelief.

If you fall out of love, you want to forget, and when you understand, you want to cry. There is a love hidden in the dream, an understanding hidden in life, and a lack of attention in the heart. At the beginning of every time, there is always a worry, but also a helplessness, who cut the thoughts, let the inner cry, learn to wither, step by step sad footprints, a lifetime is hard to forget.