When people live, there is always something that belongs to you, and there is always something that belongs to others, so why should you wronged yourself and fulfill others.

Stories, regrettable, but also distressing, the world is changeable, what belongs to you may not go, what does not belong to you, may not stay for a lifetime, this society, always make you too late to understand, too late to ask.

Endure once, others go further, think about it yourself, how many things, too late to say, too late to ask, embarrassed others, embarrassed yourself.

Let it go, it's always so aggrieved, it's lonely, it's always so unbearable, the world is changeable, one person bears it, one person bears it, one person trusts others, it's always so worried about yourself, it's not trusted by others, it's always so lost.

People and people, there is always your sense of belonging, heart and heart, there is always someone else's world, lost people, too late to speak, ignorant people, too late to ask, how many things, always pale their hearts.

When you meet love, look at your own price, it's always so unsightly, meet friends, look at what you're wearing, meet your family, and when you go home and have no money, you understand that everything is destined, everything is cherished, regret too much, cherish too hard.

In this life, there are yours, mine, everyone, there are always those who don't belong to you, there are always those you can't understand, the society is so serious, you are so lonely, who is for your world, and whose heart are you for?

Be kind, be talked about, be wronged, be disliked, how much is true, become hypocritical, how much is wrong, become a parting, a person takes responsibility, a person bears giving up, it is loneliness, it is serious, and it is also the biggest doubt.

Leaving people's hearts in the autumn, one fate, no communication with each other, one scattered, never to meet again, how many fate, how much cold, how much pay, touched others, unable to leave their hearts, since then everywhere bruises.

Every beginning, every name, always so familiar, always so serious, your world, my world, the heart of two people, the love of one person, helpless understanding, helpless heart, always so serious, so sincere.

Admitting mistakes, forgetting yesterday, failure came so bumpy, the heart that reads, always so serious, let go of love, always so sincere, what keeps in touch, what goodbye, just becomes a write-off of the ground.

Some people look up to you, some people look down on you, the world is changeable, whose sincerity retains love, whose retention, retains love, one understands, hurts one's heart, one money, can't keep the person in front of you.

How many things have become powerless, how many roads have become impossible to forget, a person's doubts, a person's memory, a person's sincerity, how much powerlessness, no contact, no goodbye familiarity.

People and people, there is always too much desolation, heart and heart, there is always too much powerlessness, this world is always so serious, this success, is always so far away, you don't belong to me, why should I be dead.

People who are different in body and mind have learned to part, life is helpless, how much they understand, they have become scattered, how many people have become never to see each other again, a person's gentleness, a person's compassion, a generous heart, and a difficult heart, always so lonely.

Your heart, my heart, the world of two people, like friends and enemies, a familiar, a strange, how many passers-by, become passers-by, how much cherished, become embarrassed, touched people, too late to pursue, from now on one part.

There are too many familiar and difficult people hidden in my heart, it is difficult for myself, a person to let go, a person is sincere, how much it is easy, how much to pay, but a person will not forget, but the heart is like a lock, locking his own world.

One love, two helpless, understood, scattered, understood, everything is far away, it is the cherishing of life, it is the retention of understanding, the dream is awake, the person is scattered, the only one cannot be forgotten, the only one is difficult to stay.

One love, two suspicions, one understands, three unsatisfactory, cherished people, too late to speak, read the love, too late to ask more, from then on, a dilemma, each helpless.

Life is a kind of familiar blooming, but also a kind of gentle compassion, how much respect, how much embarrassment, a person, a word, a lifetime, how much indifference, how many grievances, hidden, one part, two wide.

How many things have become the past, how many roads, have become the last sincerity, your world, my mood, too late to ask, too late to suffer, has become familiar, has become never to see again.

One understands, one is serious, you can't understand, I can't see clearly, the world is always so serious, your mood, my mood, the only one for two people, from now on, you don't remember me, I don't remember you.

How many roads, cold their hearts, how many things, miss their hearts, people who understand, always so inadvertent, missed love, always so simple, seen, invisible, just a blessing, two missed.

People, hearts, it is difficult to be a person, it is more difficult to be emotional, the mood is bitter, life is more bitter, what you see, what you can't understand, what you see through, what you understand, what you can't let go, there are always too many grievances, and there are too many scars.

One person's news, two people's world, how many goodbyes, just belong to the eyes of love, just belong to the understanding of fate, missed, lost, people's hearts, money, what belongs to you, may not belong to others.

The wandering heart, sincerely speaking, always let others lose, helplessly understand, learn to be silent, let others see jokes, always like this, see through, let go, only to know that in this life, not for others to live, why bother to wronged yourself.