Time, let us miss, meet, let us be strange, how much to understand, become a scattered landscape, love is a kind of unattainable understanding, but also a kind of withering sadness, the memory of life is pale, and the feeling of a person is lost.

How much helplessness, desolate one's heart, the wind of indifference, blowing away a person's love, the fate of coming, each other's hurt, the only one, is just the inner suffering, hiding too much loss, indifferent doubts, making yourself sad and desolate.

Waiting for a believe, missing a landscape, is the distance of love, is the withering of the heart, how many dreams are chased by prosperity, how many landscapes are circled, love is a kind of persistence, and it is also a kind of belief in life.

The destining of loneliness, a person's dream, a person's love, is the only truth, it is the indifference of longing, how much withering, so that a person's love becomes a person's injury, the only fault, the only loneliness, the inner world, always ordinary.

The withered heart, let me start to be unfamiliar, familiar words, there are always too many stories, a person's prosperity, withering a person's heart, a lonely world, is the coldness of life, but also the fault of the heart.

Waiting for a person's love, doubting a person's dream, cold a person's right or wrong, is no one's corner, is the miracle of love, the disparity understands, is the promise of love, how much disparity, cold a person's heart, miss the bargaining chips of love.

The lonely scenery hides a person's love, doubtful thoughts, reading is a kind of landscape, love is a dream, loneliness is a kind of understanding, how many mistakes, missing the doubt of life, quiet peace, and so on in the next life.

The scenery is in a hurry, the love is blind, the inner bitterness always hides a person's fault, hides a person's dream, is the withering of the landscape, is the lyrics of love, one understands, scatters two strangers.

Familiar words, waiting for the tenderness of the next life, how many landscapes, the doubt of a lonely person, is the blessing of the next life, but also the touching of life, how many mistakes, missed the thoughts of life, an unforgettable, a doubt.

The scenery in the eyes is the disparity of love, how much coldness there is, hiding a person's dreams, hiding a person's love, is it the coldness of doubt, is it the bitterness of the heart, or is it the only understanding, how much pleading, just a person's lie.

Right and wrong, waiting for a gentle, missed love, always elegant, helpless to understand, always live up to life, dream understood, people scattered, the only attachment, just the belief of life, the drift of begging.

The lonely heart, hiding the blessings of the sea of people, your understanding, loneliness and hurt sail together, sadness and strangeness, crying together, a person's wound, two people's coldness, goodbye dreams, and the reading of breaking up life.

It is the hurt of begging, it is the only illusion, to understand a person's fate, each other's love, to understand in the next life, to miss the love of a lifetime, the dream of elegance, always luxury The coldness of life, and the tenderness of life will never be seen again.

When I lived up to my life, the sadness of goodbye, hiding too much bitterness, not being able to speak, hiding too much indifference, not being able to say goodbye, hiding too much strangeness, not being far away, hiding too many tears, and began to be cold.

Every belief is parting, every hardship, is sadness, the understanding of the season, is the prosperity of a lifetime, indifferent love, hiding too many grievances, your world, my sadness, looking back on the true meaning of life, but you and I are not a heart.