The helpless heart is always burdened with too much unbearable, how much indifference Hongchen has, how much sadness I miss, how much I feel about myself, and how much bitterness I feel when I look back on my fate.

You are the end of the world, I am the south wind, how many illusions in the future, just the indifference of life, the feelings of loss, understand a person, it takes time, look at a person, it takes skills, how much, etc., wait for a person's failure, how many mistakes, miss the time of the encounter, just read life, wipe the most true heart.

Feeling life, a person's haze, a person's illusion, is the perception of life, but also a person's time, a person's world.

Ask this life, who is real, who is fake, who is the flash in the pan of flowers, who is the slight smile of all beings, floating like a flower, who is a passerby of Hongchen, how much indifference, just a doom of life, how many fates, just the resurrection of life.

One permission, two disrespect, looking back on the colorfulness of time, you are you, I am me, just how much life, the helplessness of life, understanding and losing, are all the same price, one cold, one dream, scattered and one understand, understand a life.

Time is the best expression, life is the deepest years, you are the miracle of life, but also the luck of life, but the smile of parting is too serious.

A truth, a falsehood, a hypocrisy, is the expression of emotion, is the clutch of life, you are the understanding of the year, I am the fate of this life, meet each other, but you are gone, I am scattered, the only feelings, wipe away the perception of life, looking back on the colorfulness of life, just an accident of life.

The scenery is like a dream, the sea of people is like the moon, who is the grace of the previous life, who is the fate of the previous life, cherish each other, how much you understand, just the doom of the sea of people, how many mistakes, just the origin and death of life.

Living in this helpless process, who does not lose while gaining, and in the end, leave this noisy world empty-handed.

Wait for a person, think about one thing, ask a future, how much cold, it's just that you can't see, how many mistakes, it's just that I don't understand, the world is so bumpy, only fate is an accident, only meeting is a miracle.

How much cold, how many mistakes in the next life, how many mistakes, waiting for the unforgettable in the next life, looking back at the end of the world, who is true and who is false, but the invisibility of life, the hypocrisy of life, a disguise, an unforgettable.

Ten fingers clenched, you can't see it, you have no regrets in life, you are the concern when you come, how much you understand, it's just your fault, how much fate, it's just my unwillingness, and later, there is no if, no goodbye identity.

Crowds of people, who is true and who is false, whether you remember the past, turn over a past event casually, think of a name, an indescribable story, an impenetrable scenery, if you are the fate of the year, I am not the one who understands the year, that is all kinds of unsatisfactory.

The style is like the old, the sea of people is like a dream, you are the fault of the year, I am the failure of the year, how many dreams of my life, the smiling face of looking back, the tenderness of longing, so pure, so sad, after the scenery, a dream of the sea of people is a drop of desolation.

Who is the fate of the year, who is the ups and downs of the year, after waking up from the dream, thinking of the name, the heart is faintly sad, thinking of the story, the heart is desolate.