Ten fingers clasped, passing by your world, life, there are a lot of unsatisfactory, there are also a lot of old age, whether it is lost, or gained, there is always a sadness, there is also a desolation, is a lonely life, or helpless excellence, there is always a poignancy and burden.

Lonely heart, bear the heat and coldness of life, there is always a thin love, there is also a loss, is the message of life, but also the color of fate, fate always takes away their love, leaving their unwillingness, is understood, but also can not let go.

Quiet life is unforgettable, but also a helplessness, how much I understand, just the desolation of life, how much to live up, just the desire of time, and finally sad the fate of life.

Life is helpless, there are no ups and downs, there is always an excellent, and there is also a disappointment, it is the sadness of fate, but also the loss of love in life, how much truth, just a person's perfunctory, how much hypocrisy, just a person's etc.

Later, there is just no if, just not many words, lost words, always knock down their own hearts, empty world, sweep away a person's cherishment, wait for a person's watch, blessed world, old people's love eyes.

The helpless eyes, hiding yesterday, hiding today, hiding the last sadness, wiping away a person's darkness, sad a person's world, so uneasy, so difficult to meet.

Time has precipitated too much, let us learn to lose, life, can't let go too much, let us learn to care, fate, get too little, let us learn to respect, the last love, the initial understanding, is just a kind of gratitude, two ruthless, memory erases their own world.

People, one by one, both true and false, how much sadness, how many stories, just ruthless records, ruthless loss, later, I learned that life is not to take, in order to give up.

There is a lot of understanding in life, and there is also a lot of loss, there is always a truth, a false, and a helpless understanding, hidden in the heart, hidden in the most beautiful sunset.

Life is a bouquet of pear blossoms, I don't know how many leaves next year, I don't know how much prosperity in the future, this year's encounter, I don't know the wind and rain in the coming year, how many experiences, like love, ethereal, come and go without a trace.

The contagion of time has made people learn a lot, but also lost a lot in their hearts, there is always a stay, there is always a complaint, it is a message of understanding, and it is also the emotion of life, and later I learned that the world is very big, and I am very small.

Over the mountains and mountains, may not enter your heart, nine days to the moon, may not see the understanding of the world, a lifetime of running, may not understand the most true self, just a flash in the pan, the final understanding, is also the loss of fate.

An accumulation, unloading the chance encounter of life, a pay, touching a failed ending, is the catastrophe of fate, is the loneliness of fate, or the color of a person, just the flowers bloom and fall, and the song ends with people scattering.

I heard that love is made by the heart, the language of perception is surrounded by memory, tears and sincerity, are all human, only the memory is their own love for others, drunk to understand, the heart that understands best, always unwilling, the most clear road, always the lonely road, the gap between people, but also the heart of the abandonment.

One sentence, one thing, one thing, pale, one, etc., swept away the glory of life, but the wounded heart could not tell the bitterness of life.