Love is a kind of embarrassment in life, and it is also a world that I don't understand, how much love has become regret, how many regrets have become tears.

Love is an invisible word, the esoteric that you don't understand, the young that the wind blows, how much you understand, how much you understand, how much you understand, how much you understand, and how much you understand it, it has become a hurt in life.

Love, it's yours, it's mine, it's like this, it's like that, in general, it's not the same world, the love you see is different, it's so good, you don't know right and wrong, there is always a loss of life, this is love.

Love is an indifference, but also a kind of injury, a kind of grievance, but also a kind of loneliness, listen to the sentences of love, your world, there is no shortage of me.

Love is a kind of prosperity, the mood is a kind of loneliness, how much loss, how much waiting, is the understanding of the mood, is the understanding of life, and it is also the final injury.

The love of the eyes understands, the love of love, a dream is scattered, a person is cold, it is the torture of love, but also the ordeal of life, such love, picturesque, just your scenery, I don't have time to participate.

Love is a kind of past, but also a kind of current mood, how much to understand, listen to the present, think of the past, look back at the soul of life, read the ups and downs in the heart, but that person has gone far.

The wind blows down, people part, how much suffering, how much sadness, just the indifference of life, the kite of love, the last understanding, but there is no me in your eyes, and you live in my heart.

Love is a breathable wall, mood, is a ruthless kite, how much understands, broken threads, how much understands, has become the eyes, the love told by others, and it is an unequal relationship.

Love love, you don't love me, I lost willingly, so you and me, and then you and me, just have your heart, not me, into my eyes, and the whole world in my heart.

The longing for love is a fate that cannot be grasped, a tragedy, a joke, a past, how much truth is hidden, how much love is hidden, the only fate, the mood of loneliness.

Reading is a kind of hurt, love is also a kind of compassion, at that time, let go, can't let go, the moment you leave, people are bitter, the heart is sour, and the later tears are serious.

The love of love, to a person who does not love himself, the love of love, to a person who does not look back, blessings, hopes, you are so serious, so let me fail, life is so bumpy, why meet so thin.

Looking back at the beginning, the encounter is a kind of sadness, the wrong dream is a kind of memory, the pale person, helpless heart, hidden unspeakable suffering, understood, wrong, lost, understood.

One love, two looks, you don't belong to me, I don't belong to you, but at the time of meeting, walking at the interface of parting, from then on, one parting and two wide.