Love is painful, there is always a kind of tribulation, there is also a kind of unease, the story is always like this, the grievances are always like that, a hurt, a loss, how many grievances, the tacit understanding and loss that hides the fragments.

Stories always make people feel wronged, things are always sad, how fragile they are, how much they are humble, how much they lose, there is a withered and bitter person who hides them, they are always so difficult for themselves, the world is changeable, and people's hearts are sad.

A person's fate, a person's message, how much wandering, hiding a person's hurt, hiding a person's helplessness, reading an indifference, caring for a persistence, believing in a person, losing an understanding,

Hurtful sentences, always so charming, hard brushes, always so bleak, one person accepts, one person is grateful, how much understands, how much restraint, just one person, one person accepts.

The ancient oath hides a person's loss, hides a person's grievances, how many tears, how much helplessness, just the hurt of reading, just the tears of love eyes, the dilemma of love and hate, let yourself hurt.

How many landscapes, hiding a person's weakness, how many teardrops, hiding a person's wandering, love is a kind of uniqueness, losing a life, losing a lifetime, how much fate, just a person's message, missing a person's end of the world.

The only missing, hiding the sad story, how many grievances, hiding a person's injury, hiding a person's scenery, is the sunshine of love, but also the sense of belonging of missing, how much indifference, hiding a landscape.

The familiar voice hides the vague mistakes, how many landscapes, just the shackles of love, touches a person's understanding, sadly touches a person's will, how much touches, hides a person's hurt, the only fault, the melancholy of missing a lifetime.

Love is gone, the heart is scattered, people are cold, the only one, the story is a glass of wine, missing is a landscape, love is a mistake, mistake is a kind of indifference, waiting for a person's heart, hiding a person's dream, the afterlife turns into a butterfly, still sad.

Loved, scattered, understood, wrong, the only extravagance, how many stories, is just a person's dream, a person's love, the scenery of the afterlife, the torment of love, a person's indifference, a person's haste, is the only sadness, but also the tears of illusion.

The loneliness of the eyes, a ruthless longing, the fragile soul, the loss of concern, how many winters, the distance of missing a lifetime, the arrangement of breaking up, waiting for a person's teardrops, that is the truth of no fate, that is the dream of illusion, love is scattered.

The story always begins, the ruthlessness always continues, it is the tears of the spring breeze, it is the story of no fate, the fragile soul, the lonely love and hate, love makes a person learn to give up, longing makes a person persevere, see it, give up.

Cherished tears, ruthless wandering, story is a landscape, love is a dream, how much extravagance, the indifference of a lonely person, the love of goodbye, the prosperous reading, just a person's season, a person's love.

That's the familiar words, that's the giving of true feelings, touching a person, accepting a person, it's the wandering of longing, it's also the only one of love, the indifferent heart, hiding the haggard story, the acceptance of a person, the haggard of a sad life.

The story hides too many grievances, it is a familiar indifference, a waiting heart, too much fragility, a mood, a loneliness, love is a landscape, longing is a kind of indifference, it is goodbye, and it is also the last hesitation.

Lonely heart, wandering scenery, that is the person of love, that is the road of mood, missing a person's fault, missing a lifetime of attachment, how many fate, obsessive love is broken, just fate is scattered, the only fault, miss the watch of a lifetime.

The tears of the mood hide a person's dreams, withered thoughts, and a person's brushes, which are cherished desolation, the edge of the story, and the hesitation of love, reading a person's heart, and the prosperity of a desolate person.

Love is a kind of dream, longing is a kind of love, waiting for a person's fault, missing a person's persistence, sadness is always so serious, withering is not the only one at the beginning, if love is still another look, the scenery is ruined and the inner wandering.

If love is like that, missing a few edges of your own, tears are just a familiar word, how much waiting, how much hurt, just the only fault, just the only love, hidden in the eyes, losing the truest dream.

A disappointment, a despair, a lonely inner love, a paintbrush in the afterlife, a withered world, that quiet, that peaceful, is just a person's understanding, a person's ups and downs.

Love, scatter, just a person's heart, a person's love, the only fault, how much truth, hiding the message of fate, a person's understanding, a person's change, the tenderness of loneliness, the humility of a sad life.

The rain in March, the wind in February, the lovesickness of ten miles, the gentle mistake, the dream of the story, a love in the afterlife, waiting for a period of wind, flowers blooming and falling, familiar words, hiding the grievances of life, just the haggard heart.

Waiting for a person, waiting for a heart, is the afterlife of the heart, is the blessing of the afterlife, how much gratitude, how much understanding, just a message of love, just a blessing to understand, how much hurt, hiding a person's truth.