I used to be serious, because I believed that it was beautiful, and in the end, I looked at the sky and asked about this life, I had lost everything, you were gone, my heart was broken, and the remaining loneliness, the sadness revealed, I couldn't tell the unforgettable life of life. There is a kind of understanding, hard to believe, there is a kind of coldness, I can't see you again, sad all over the world, just waiting for you is the beginning of my loss. How romantic that day, a sentence around me for a day, I have a kind of unforgettable, and you hide a lot of thoughts, time is gone, passing by, only my last pay.

Missing is very simple, life is not romantic, loving someone is a kind of sustenance, but also a kind of helpless, very passive giving. How much love, can't turn back, how much waiting, can't see each other again, a lifetime of believing, unspeakable self, grateful to the world's self, only unspeakable fame. The flowers bloom and fall, who cut my initial love, said that I liked it very much, tears went around the world, telling myself that I lost.

Everything is gone, love dreams are so scattered, life is so tired, and you, is the life I know best, I am not your initial picture, grateful heart, burning the initial haze, you are my best knowing heart, and I am not the person you know best. The wind blows away my tears, people scatter my lovesick dreams, my heart is still beating, the wind takes away my hope, the rain locks away my infatuation, and the rivers and lakes are passers-by. Every day, there is an unforgettable, every year, there is a thought, this is the loss of love, and in the end I can't see the giving.

There is a song called Silent and Silent, and there is a person called Waiting for this life. It's so hard to think about you, so tired when you wait, there is a kind of cold, you can't say it, there is a kind of bitterness, you can't think through it, it's called fate, it's called paying and losing. Between heaven and earth, there is a dream called life without fate, life without fate is a cup of tea, a lamp, a smile, two tears, one person's injury, two people's end of the world.

How far away is forever, how difficult it is to believe, and how much bitter water is hidden, only to know that the world is like a game, and there is no need to wait and see too much in life, but it is thin to protect itself, and there is a forever that will never be seen again. Lost, love lost, can't forget their past, can't wipe the thoughts in their minds, tears pick out the perception of life, and finally can't see through, life can't move the world, this is love lost, there are also the fear of paying, the helplessness of thinking, and the loneliness of waiting.

An era, an idea, where do you not meet in life, a word of regret, a goodbye, there are always difficult words in life, and there are also hard to believe. Right and wrong, love is just two sentences, one goodbye, one again, right and wrong, some people walk and walk and disperse, some words, listen to it twice and mess up, because love is scattered. Dream, a desolate, a beautiful, indifferent, and a desolate, where do you not meet in life, but the original love is too strong.

Sketching the blue bridge of life, there is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of helplessness, the pattern of life is always so sad, there is a sadness, there is also a helplessness, there is no retreat in life, and there is no goodbye to the legend. Time, give yourself hope, but also give yourself unforgettable, there is a hazy, there is also a kind of unreachable, because I like it, because I understand, I started the final plan, tears, writing the thoughts of life.

Splashing ink into a wound, a period of hatred, a sadness, there are no coincidences in life, there are too many helplessness, people understand, their hearts are tired, the song is goodbye to the last single cycle, only to know a slight smile. The world is unpredictable, longing is a crazy story, love is a dream that is difficult to see again, there is a kind of listening, there is also an unforgettable, loss and people are in the same heart to feel the world.

Think about the original words, ask your eyes, and know that what you don't understand is a kind of later sadness, the bitterness of understanding, and the tears of fate. I can't see you again, I can't see you again, I can't see you again, the words I say, the unforgettable I remember, it's just a kind of loneliness that is deep and shallow. Lonely love sea, who shelters himself from the wind and rain, who overcomes obstacles for himself, and is grateful to the world, as long as one understands and understands his own heart, to warm that wounded heart.

The wind blows the leaves and falls, people go without a trace, the world is hot and cold, love can't be said, people have been separated, thoughts begin to be tired, life begins to matter, it is difficult to walk, helpless, and I think of the legend of Sansheng Stone. There is a sentence on the face, there is a person in the heart, there is no rehearsal in life, there is no drama in goodbye, the song says goodbye to too many pasts, buries too many endings, and in the end, only the injured heart is left, who can read it.

The promise I once put in my heart, the tears now, the listening on my face, the unforgettable in this life, there is a kind of hard belief, called never to see you again. A lonely wound, the stars shuttling through the sea of people, the time that I don't understand, how much innocence, the bitterness hidden in my heart, the dreams in life, the tears in my heart, and an unbearable loneliness. If you want to give up and forget, it is really difficult to say the name of the vicissitudes of life.

In the lonely Haikou, there is a flower called the other side flower, which is believed to be written on the face of the season, and the flower of life is in the dream of the lamp. Pattern one door, two people, you are far away, I am hurt, I have seen through, I can no longer see each other, after right and wrong, I know that the tears of belief are the promises of vows, and I have learned to be haggard all my life. An excuse, a reason, an unspeakable question, and a life that is difficult to tell.

Fate, write constantly scattered, dreams, unforgettable love, right and wrong are written in words, life is written in dreams, right and wrong, just a sentence of no other life as before. The spring mountain flowers are blooming again, people are in tears, laughing is helpless, waiting is helpless, thinking too much, asking too much, the so-called understanding is just a sentence of life. I remembered the original sentence in my mind, that person, that name, and the present in my heart, I believe that I have gone far, and helplessness has begun.

In a word, I have waited for a lifetime to believe that a person is always a little helpless, learns to be sad, and walks through failure, only to know that I don't know too much, and loss is also a taste. People are alive, love has walked the way, thoughts have been hurt, promises have shed tears, only to know the helplessness of loneliness and the desolation of life. The wind blows the leaves, the tears are vicissitudes, the people are vast, the behavior is broken, and the desire for a lifetime is unbelievable.

There is a sadness in the bend of the eyebrows, which writes through the old sea of people, a melancholy, a landscape, there are several fates in the sea of people, and there are a few understandings in life, whether it is memory, whether it is elegance, or the concern of the years, there is a period of unintentionality, and there is also a period of unforgettable. The world is so big, there is no turning back in life, a sea of others, don't say goodbye to the vicissitudes of life, ask about this life, fate is there, behave eyebrows, thrush paradise, count the elegance.

Between heaven and earth, there is a period of quicksand on the fingertips of the hair, and there is also a period of time, a beautiful single figure, a gathering and scattering of impermanence of love and hate. The wind, the horizon shuttling through the sea of people, the intertwined vertical and horizontal lines, a landscape, a piece of love, diamonds forever, life painting bleak, wind and snow, the beauty of the sea of people, the rivers and lakes, just a sentence of no fate, a grateful painting.

The world is hot and cold, fall in love with a goodbye, think of a legend, what to vow, what to see and listen, the scenery doesn't matter, love has a commitment, the world is changeable, you can only believe in eternal thoughts, changes in life, only the picture of goodbye, can't say the promise to you. Words and paintings, the years are traceless, how many wanderings in life, how many dreams are in the mind, the ruthless falling leaves on the branches are blowing, the flowers in the world are rich and rich, and the conscience is clear.

The worship of Buddhism, the outpouring of the heart, a sentence of farewell, a listening love, the love of the rivers and lakes, three thoughts in the world, ask life, how far is the Bodhisattva, ask the next life, good people and good sentences, thank you, come to my world, the wishes of a lifetime, Chanjuan of a lifetime. The wind withered, the flowers rained, the birds were quiet, the sky was peaceful, there was a minute, and there was a minute, passing by, but it was easy to burst into tears.

A person, a glass of wine, a life in this life, what love you don't regret, what 10,000 sorry, there is always a sentence unforgettable, there is always a person who is difficult to remember. There are no absolutes in the world, and there are no regrets in life. Love parting, hurting this life, even if the flowers are boiling, the world is parting, the wind blows the eyebrows, or the moon is around the dusk, just a pair of lovers, a goodbye love, looking back and smiling, pouring in love through the ages.

The east wind is full, drunk and cold, the wind and the moon are silent, and they wander comfortably, only to know that the eyebrows and the moon are high and tearful, desolate, and the scenery is considered to be beautiful and beautiful. There is no trace of time, the wine is not intoxicating, the world has its own juvenile dreams, the wind is staggering, the love is staggering, the short flow is cut, a write-off, how much hazy scenery. Shenlou Xiaoyu broke off love, missed through the ages, regretted late memories, missed in the evening, and remembered goodbye tears.

Regret the beginning, I'm sorry, 10,000 are hard to believe, 100 are difficult to keep, the world is empty, only to know that the flowers bloom and fall, the world parted, who cut the ice whistle, the night rain broke the bell, the wind blew the leaves fell, the flowers bloomed silently, even if life meets, why not be afraid of the wind in the world. Sigh at the beginning, ten miles of red makeup, the flower moon moved, it was impersonal, cold and warm was three points cold, the world was like a dream, and it was a shallow parting.

Ten fingertips, a letter without a fate, flowers fall and bloom, a sword that cuts off love, life is at a loss, ten years of life and death, just a broken finger. Wind and tears, a dream across the ocean, a love, a lot of emotion, only to see the eyebrows bend the wind and the moon without a trace, life sighs bitterly. A phoenix seeking a phoenix, a parting day, hating inadvertently when the moon is full, the dream of life, the fate of gathering and dispersing, saying a period of desolation, love and hate, just passing by.