If there is more hope, love is easy to lose, if you lose more, your heart is easy to wither, there is always some withering in life, and there is still some helplessness, either you do it, etc., or you ask for the scars. A sea of people, the lost past, in exchange for too little smile, lost attitude, sincerity, too much sunshine passed by. I don't know how long it took, I realized that life is not easy, lovesickness is very bitter, ruthless tears, life is hurt, every step is unintentional, how much in exchange for a life never to see again.

In other autumns, the lost sincerity, the loss of a sincerity, the sadness of one more, the loss of two tears, and the desolation. Grateful to the world, surrounded by love to meet the most true you, grateful to yourself, the most true heart, lost the most real eternal tears. Flower Moon Dream, Boy's Heart, Just Ruthless Still, Wandering Dream, Life, etc., It's Just a Teenager's Heart, Drunk and Hazy, and the Autumn Moon Without a Trace. A goodbye, a forever, a loss is just a loss, and a gain is just never again.

There is a kind of understanding, written in the heart, the net is in love, people have thousands of knots, the heart has drops of acid, everything is bitter, everything is difficult, and everything is sad and cold. The fragile dream is just a goodbye agreement, the coldness of love, the haggard most true love, how much is true, how many dreams, and how much understanding, just a goodbye, never to see again love is hazy. Who understands the word love, ask me all my life, only to know that the flowers bloom and fall, who is who's who, lovesickness, deny too much ruthless fate, and refuse too many worries in life.

Memories are a glass of bitter wine, a tear of lovesickness, three thousand bitter tastes of life, a tear stain, and a hazy. I can't ask for it, I still can't see it, one forever, one goodbye, never see each other again in my life, only in the bend of my eyebrows, still in my heart, there is a kind of loneliness, and there is a kind of withering sadness. Every beginning, every memory, there is a listening, there is a miracle, there is no rehearsal in life, there is no goodbye to reunion, just an eternal heartbeat, and the fate that will never be seen again is shallow.

Love is a kind of understanding, a hazy heart, love, hurt, how many words of ruthless love, hazy one's own heartbeat, how many words of heartfelt memory, the loneliness of shuttling through the sea of people, just forgetting, can't linger forever. Time regrets the fate of this life, life has ruined the opportunity to see each other, only inseparable love words, love eyes, confusion in writing, broken souls, and a loneliness, and a wordlessness, in the heart, in the dream, not in other people's words, not in their own tears.

There is a kind of heartfelt voice, called helplessness, unspeakable love, called lovesickness, and an impenetrable dream, called tears. Goodbye in life, just a wordless, how many roads in this life, how many rejections in the next life, a thank you, say all the shabby, look down on the past, indescribable once, one bows his head and waits, one smiles very alluringly, the years are cold, the ruthless wind, I am waiting, the heart is very cold, the years are ruthless, an innocent, a goodbye, just looking back in vain.

There is a person sitting in his heart, waiting for a sentence in his dream, how many things in the past, how many fates in this life, a parting, a goodbye, telling about this life and this life, looking back on the next life, the endless breeze, the past that cannot be seen through, just a ruthless love letter. Some words, can't be said, they are scattered, some things, can't see through, people have gone away, love someone, how much fate does it take, wait for a person, how much affection, just a goodbye, a deep and shallow fate.

Love is in the dream of the heart, in the love of the fate, a writing, a dimness, a respect, but in this life will never be seen again. Looking back on the past, I can't say how much fate I can't say, and when I think of the next life, it's just a life path that I can't see through. It's easy to say and disperse. For a lifetime, an instant is not to say that it is scattered, and in an instant, it is not to see the flowers bloom and fall, how much, how many dreams in life, how many goodbyes, etc., but a ruthless letter that cuts off the parting of this life.

A goodbye, a farewell, I'm waiting for you in my heart, and you, have gone quietly, love someone, one less forever, wait for a goodbye, think about the past, look back on the beginning, indescribable life, how many roads, how many years, love is gone, heartbreak and cold. The frozen heart, locking the soul of life, the corner of love, walking on the slide in the heart, all the way, all the way alone, the gathered lights are just a falling flower, you wait for me to sing, sing withering.

I'm singing, I can't sing what I used to be, my sad heart, my fragile soul, the unspeakable world, listening to my own wind and rain, a few appearances of love, just a ruthless love letter. A sea of others, the memory is at a loss, the years are silent, people are in the river and sea, there is goodbye, goodbye, goodbye is also a joke, the story begins to forget, life begins to wither, thank you for the life is just a sentence never to see again.

When you fall in love with someone, you lose a soul, how much suffering in life, how many miles of lovesickness, sadness, love, and conscience make you know that the years are ruthless.

The sad world, the thorough soul, the life is not easy, how many roads have been walked, how many tears have been lost, the fragile soul, the quiet life, only to know that the flowers bloom and fall, just a bouquet of pear blossoms, ruthless heart, come and scatter, break and forget, just know inadvertently, you can't forget yourself, you can't change your past. In a hurry, there was no turning back in life, you were at the end of the world, I was close by, a waterway, a mandarin duck, just a phoenix, and there were still a few appearances.

The rippling wind, the wandering of people, the desolation of tears, a loneliness, a yearning, people at the end of the world, the heart is in a dream, indescribable people and people, people and things that cannot be seen through, just a landscape, an infatuation. Clouds, mountains and foggy waters, how many wanderings, how many memories, countless flowers bloom and fall, and people who can't see through come and go, just a sentence in vain. To people, you can be sad, to yourself, can not forget, a farewell, is the end of the world, farewell, is a sea of people, how many wandering, how many memories, indescribable people and me, incomprehensible self and heart.

Love, how much can be forgotten, read, how much love can be wiped out, just a ruthless love letter, farewell to yourself, grateful to the world, sad heart, love a few looks, life several times back, tears in the eyes, love in the heart, a sea of others, is the end of the world. Missing is an indescribable story, the sea of people is a sentence of long wind and waves, in the sea of people, in the sea of hearts, just a sentence in vain, just a sigh, the scenery of the story, the memories of the sea of people, the vicissitudes of life that can't go back.

To yourself, or to the world, longing for yourself, sad fate, there is a kind of loneliness, but also a kind of opportunity, forget all this life, only to know that life is not easy, the years are broken, the sadness, the withered mind is in a hurry, just an unintentional wandering. Every beginning, every time you give up, there is a kind of turn, you can't say it, you can't see through it, you just give up, scatter your memories, forget the fatigue of life, see away, want to open.

Everything is a memory, everything is a forget, only to know that the flowers bloom and fall, life is just a vain beginning, and I am just a written off dream. Forget, the sentences that can't be written, the stories that can't warm the heart, the stories that guess, the wandering traces of life, how many flowers bloom, just a sentence of flowers.

Thinking of you at night, thinking of you in a dream, a sorrow, a lovesickness, intermittent teardrops, a person who writes a sunny day, on the road of life, there is always some encouragement, I can't find the true meaning of love, I can't bear it, I can't give up, I can't give up. Right and wrong, just a sorrow, in love, who is who's who, owes too many tears, looking back on the past, frightened, what's wrong with love, what's wrong with thinking, losing is just a moment, getting wishes, losing tears, no right to ask.

There is a kind of look, hidden in the eyes, saying that in the dream, there is still a turn back in life, and there are still wanderings in life, but that sorrow can't see the other side of himself. A lifetime, a few intermittent, a lifetime, a few looking back, and a few believing, there is always some patience on the road, and some give up, but the inseparable goodbye is still in the dream of the heart, and still in the cold wind of the world. Smile slightly, the sea of people is more than three, I never see each other again, laugh at my life unforgettable, but the wandering is anxious, and the thoughts are frequent.

A cup of love tears for a young man, a thanksgiving lamp in the world, who he lit, who he asked, who he found, but the quiet nature lingered in the cold wind in his heart. The years are longitudinal, and I am still rippling in the inner wandering, who opened his own sail and lit the lamp for life, who forgot the memory of life and caught the deception in my heart. The lonely world, the admiration of the sea of people, the only inseparable protection, the goodbye of the lost vow, and the nostalgia of this life.

Yesterday was the goodbye of this life, and this life cannot be reunited in the promise of the next life, and it took a long time to know that the broad mind could not forget the first meeting of love. Gentle compassion, tears of appointment, gratitude and truth, only that eternity, still in the heart, still in the dream, belonging to the fate of this life, resentment in the next life, how many real love, a song without a trace, a song goodbye, only whether it is other serious, the drunkenness of life, no longer see, or not agreed, a no, is goodbye in the next life, never again.

I really want to go back to the past, think of my own picture, as if writing the true feelings of love, and in the depths of my heart, there is an untouchable world, an unreachable life, called forgiveness, called never to see again. Looking back on the past, a person can remember, but can't wipe it away, too many tears, too tired of dedication, guarding themselves, lost vows, giving up thoughts, and the promise that will never be seen again, hidden in the eyes, can't let go, can't leave.

The original appearance, passing by, is just the confusion of the maple leaf, the story of a few people in love, missing, a few points, a few points of waiting, and a little bit of persistence, there is a kind of understanding, hard to forget. There is a kind of abandonment in the heart, there is a kind of loneliness in people, there is a kind of unintentional, cold staggering, waiting for desolation, the future of life, and a heart that does not understand. Forget it, lose it, but the poignant heart is still recalling the look back of the past, a sunny day, a memory, the way of life, so that love is powerless to return to the sky.

Look at what a day used to look like, think about the legendary sentences, how many words there are in love, how many people there are, the world that you don't notice, and a hazy heartbeat, life doesn't say anything, love is far away. I doubted the memory of my life, remembered my own dissatisfaction, and realized that the setback was my own and could not be smooth sailing. How can you read a person, you can have your heart, you can only know after walking, you can only understand after thinking about it, you don't understand the world, only the injured heart, still crying, writing the arrogance of life, the future of leisure.

After waiting once, thinking about it once, crying once, for the sake of my own life, I knew that the flowers bloomed inadvertently, life was my own dissatisfaction, the scenery was messy, and I knew that I had no chance to see each other again, love is a lamp, life is a bridge, an unspeakable sentence, a warm love eye, see it, want to open it, and I can't forget it. The most afraid of familiar loneliness, the most casual lips, the scarred heart, a confession of hurt in the memory of no cause.

I think I was very lonely, I think it was unforgettable, but it was just the unspeakable vicissitudes of life, the past that I never remembered, written in dreams, said in my eyes, and a kind of reading, hidden in the wind, tears. Grateful to the world, only the tears can't be said, the oath is gone, the scenery is scattered, there is a little love, a little dream, that familiar look, hidden in the wind, in the rain.

The legend of the years, the vicissitudes of Nai He Bridge, is a goodbye belief, the three-life stone is a kind of encounter with the thought, the forgetting of life, can not erase the look back of this life. A period of unintentional, a period of heart, only to know that the flowers bloom and fall clearly, life without regrets can not be said, this part, is a lifetime, this farewell, is a lifetime. Gratitude can't be said, it has been separated and gone away.