At a glance, the sea of people is vast, yesterday's people have gone far, today's words, a person said, right and wrong, three points and three points, just a write-off. The edge is deep and shallow, just a bucket turn, the vicissitudes of the sea of people, just a sunny day, life is painted as a prison, just a ten-finger dedication, flowers bloom and fall, the vicissitudes of the sea of people, just a goodbye, a world. The vicissitudes of the strange road, whose cut, whose goodbye, is just a petal, a wish, tears on the south wall, the sea of people commands, right and wrong city, just a single figure, each beginning, ending on the edge of invisibility.

Spring blossoms, a period of wonderful, hope and beauty as wonderful, pay and move as brilliant, the initial gentleness, the initial moving, is a kind of touching, but also a kind of gentleness. There are people who live heartbreakingly, and some people, who are middle-aged, come and go, just a piece of wealth, think about it, just an experience. Fireworks are easy to be cold, life is not fateful, a wonderful, a landscape, the sea of people hides the belief, they hide the seriousness, the moving of life, the initial listening. Flowers break the bowels, people are vast, just the desolation of life, the true meaning of the sea of people, a period of gentleness, a period of drizzle.

At both ends of the world, there is a goodbye in the sea of people, and there is a myth on the other side, which is a legend, a belief, and an accidental goodbye, and it will be indefinite. A piece of tenderness, the curtain is injured, the spring flowers and autumn moon are traceless, the wind and the moon are scattered, the sea of people is withered, just the other side of the edge, just the haggard of the wind. A goodbye, a love, a longing for the faith, ten fingers of the cold wind, a gentleness, a parting, lovesickness, lovesickness, people are still lonely, it's just that life is wrong, it's just that people are impermanent. The autumn moon has no trace, the heart is as quiet as water at this moment, and a dazzling scar in the sea of people is a reminiscence, a dream.

The sea of people is vast, the world is desolate, breaking up is all wrong, thousands of turns, thousands of thoughts, a sea of people is a love, a sea of love is true, and a true heart is in vain. Looking back, the sea of people is old, the dream of the fallen leaves, the last tears of the wind and flowers, a branch and leaf, and a beauty. Fate comes and goes, people come and go, an autumn wind breaks, a person scatters the sea, every ten fingers, every true heart, dazzling love, dazzling truth, the fault of the end of the sea of people, and the truth of missing a lifetime. One other people, one don't believe, and finally sincerity, just the touch of life, just the miss of the sea of people, love to the sea of people, people to middle age.

Looking back, the past is unforgettable, you and I are mortals, a hundred turns, just a wandering memory, just no longer looking at each other, lonely sunny days, lonely scenery. A song, a word, a dream of a sea of people, hiding the truth, hiding the heart, hiding the stay in the dream. When people reach middle age, they go far away in love, they are too old to talk about their hearts, and every time they put down, they are the most beautiful familiar. The autumn moon is boundless, the sea of people is divided into three days, the love is old, the heart is too tired, the heart is tired, because there are too many roads, people are tired, because no matter how hard they work, every day they live, there will be one less day.

If you take the initiative for too long, you will be tired, you will pay too much, you will be tired, life is a kind of goodbye, but also a kind of watch, some people are lonely, some people smile. The world is beautiful, wonderful, life is like tea, singing about wine, or a sea of others, just a vicissitudes of life, a retention, the initiative for a long time, people cry, the heart is tired, just sad poignant. The only goodbye, or the only scar, is just the watch of longing. When I'm old, I think of the first goodbye, when I'm old, I think of the last parting, when I'm old, I give up yesterday's beauty, just because I'm old, just because I can't pick up and put it down.

In the past, unfamiliarity was the disturbance of life, and before, I didn't care, it was an initiative in life, regretting that I didn't understand, and erasing the care of life. Disturbed, the belief in your life, in the future, is a kind of remembrance, but also a person's smile, a person sees, a person understands, it's just the fault of life, it's just that people are tired, it's all because of the initiative. When I was old, it was just a memory, and when I thought about it, it was just the beginning of a parting, and the tears at the moment were serious love. Every touch, every vicissitudes, every goodbye, is the redemption of life, but also the touch of life.

Hold the care in your heart, remember the goodbye at the beginning, just the cherishing of life, a stay, there is no turning back in life, it is the wind, it is the rain, it is the concession. The soul is on the way to pay, moved in the footsteps of the heart, people are tired, the heart is tired, it is too late to cry, it is too late to think, it is just a kind of interruption, just an inappropriate courtesy. Yesterday, it was remembered in my heart, and today is a lifetime of care, ten fingers of concern, people's tiredness, the heart knows, the bitterness of the heart, the other side does not understand. The edge is deep and shallow, just a kind of nostalgia, and the vast sea of people is just a kind of reading.

Every time I let go, I can't give up in my heart, every sentence I leave because I care too much, and every eye of attention is the inability of life to meet. One day at a time, one life at a time, but there is no end to life, there is no dress rehearsal in life, just the transformation of love, the transformation of thoughts, the initial sadness, the picture of a sad life, is the retreat of the wind, the hope of the rain, and the sea of people. Loneliness is a kind of distantness, sadness, a kind of initiative, people will be tired, the heart will be haggard, but the beauty of life is just the beauty of life, blocking the heart of care, hurting the touching of life.

Every end of the world is a retrospective memory, every cape is a bitter reading of encounters, just flowers on the other side, hurting the other side, deep love for the sea of people, lonely belief, missing the gentle world, sad and beautiful mentality. The vicissitudes of reading, the goodbye belief, the lonely sea of people is the withering of the wind, the mutilation of the moon, and the empty hands of no fate. Cardamom years, the years of the heart, the shackles of dreams, the sea of people miss the only meeting, the thoughts reveal the saddest shabby, just moved, moved will be old, just ruthless, ruthless will also part, miss the old with people, lonely doomed, the end of the world in the future.