There is a feeling, there is a kind of old age, there is a kind of loss, there is also a kind of uniqueness, it is the fate of life, it is also the desire for patience, how many blessings, just the old age of the sea of people, a watch, blessing the last sadness and feelings.

The understanding of the inner world, the generosity of life, the amount of difference, the haste of the sea of people, just the clear distinction between right and wrong, just ruthless disappointment, the vicissitudes of life and death bloom and fall, life and death are long, and life is long.

Live up to the fate of the afterlife, ask me about the injury in this life, a delusional person, a depressed heart, look back on the stranger, and never meet again.

The west wind is thin and thin, the sea of people is flawless, waiting for an illusion, asking a flower in the afterlife to bloom and fall, just the impermanence of life, just a sad feeling, looking back on the end of life, breaking up the fate of the reading, just persistent and scattered, just fate hurts the heart.

A person, a thought, a breakup of life, how many blessings, how much understanding, how much the despondency of missing, looking back on the end of life, love is tears, longing is fate, and people are smiling and hurting a heart.

The tomorrow of the inner world, the only tomorrow of love, squinting at it, is just the accident of life, intermittent helplessness and hurt.

The tears of illusion, the loss of the impermanence of life, the heart of care, always careless, how much the earth lasts for a long time, how many helpless breakups, just the disappointment of life, just the tears of the future, lovesickness, scattered, the only thing to stay with is in a dream.

I wait for a lifetime, ask a lifetime, how much hurt in the next life, how much sorrow in this life, the silent road, the silent hurt, the tears of the heart, the hurt of the end of the world, the failure of the wounds everywhere, helpless or helpless.

The concern of guarding a lifetime, the helplessness of sad life, reading the love of life, the tears at this time are just the protection of no reason, they have no fate with each other, and reading is the difference.

A love, a thought, a life of gratitude, confident tears, helpless watch, a blessing, a kind, lovely smile, always the most beautiful tears of parting, so serious, so believed.

Who cut the passing years, who broke the flowers, who was wrong in this life, the dream of a lifetime, the love of a lifetime, the question of this life, the love of a lifetime, the love of a lifetime, tender tears, the wrong three lives, ruthless fate, and the abandonment of the most beautiful encounter.

The slanting wind and drizzle asked the young man, the smile at the corner of his clothes, the wrinkled dream, but the smile was scattered, the sadness was broken, the fate of this life was scattered, so uneasy, so embarrassed.

The thoughts of the future, the worries of today, the illusion of chance, are just the dreams of life, the twists and turns of longing, the love of smiling parting, the hurt of the sea of people, how many landscapes, how many blurs, just a person's illusion, just a person's belief.

Walking alone, losing alone, the scenery rushes the blank in the heart, love loses the true meaning of life, looking back on how much gossip blocks a person's mood and wastes two people's time.

Silent blessings, silent hurts, just the distance of life, the ups and downs of love, the sadness of longing, the humility so withering, the people who miss, hurt the waiting heart.