Time is the most bitter poison, how much cold, hiding a person's dreams, whether it is a holiday like the moon, or the impermanence of life, a person understands, a cold person, a paragraph, hurts a heart.

Ten thousand sorry is the reason to wait for you, it is the story of thinking about you, how many landscapes, just the loss of a name, the indulgence of just a story, and the later and later, just the bitterness in the heart, which cannot be expressed.

A person, a world, a period of old life, looking back on the end of life, how much truth, hiding ruthlessness, hiding memory, a person's dream back to Jiangnan, the story is always lost like this, and you are always so wronged.

Your world, my mood, a person's understanding, a person's heart, love is a person's version, longing is a kind of hard reading, your mood, I don't have time to understand, my world, you don't have time to participate.

Hongchen's dream, how many Nanke, can't tell my story, can't see your name, is it a perfunctory life, or a person's flattery, how much reciprocity, how much loss, just a person's busyness, just one person.

Love, or helpless, a person's understanding, a person's love, the dream is coming, the person is scattered, the world that reads, the only sadness is hidden, is it the dream of life, or the declaration of love, but my disappointment, the cold of my heart.

Paying a person's cherishment, reading a person's fate, is it a story to the world, or a person understands, hiding too many grievances, hiding too much loneliness, just the dream of the scenery, the desolation of love.

A person's heart, a person's indifference, is a lonely landscape, is the humility of love, waiting to please, just love all the way, lovesickness, the joys and sorrows of life, just my warmth, not yours.

Waiting for a world, thinking about a world, is the unattainable of love, is the goodbye of the mood, the elegance of Kyushu, the lovesickness of the sea of people, the joys and sorrows of reading, and the helplessness of life to let go, is just an understanding, an illusion.

Believing in a love, losing a grievance, reading the heart, hurting the love, always so incomprehensible, the lost calculation, the love that hides the heart, the lonely vow, it's just that I don't understand, and I hide too much loss.

The cold wind blows away, reading is the injury of life, the lonely landscape, love is a lost failure, looking back on the true meaning of life, reading is the joy of life, but also pessimistic thoughts.

The only mountains and rivers, after the wind and moon, I have been to your world, my mood, I can't see the original you, in the eyes of the world, how many Manzhu Shahua, the scenery is staggering, love is just an invisible ethereal, and it is also a parting.

Regret is still no regrets back then, the true meaning of life, a person's good and evil, a person's melancholy, the scenery of the eyes, the thoughts of dreams, the feelings of reading, the tears of the heart, there are too many grievances and persistences.

Waiting hard, waiting for a mistake, missing a person back then, is the heart of love, the person in the mood, and the fragility of reading, love is a dream, but also a kind of inner retrospective.

Missing, is the loss of life, the most true heart, hiding ruthless words, your world, I hide a dream, hide a lonely heart, and finally the end, it's just that my eyes are hurt, leaving tears waiting for you.