Sometimes, I feel that the heart is cold, people are bitter, fate is a lull together, how much truth, how much loss, there is always a rare, there is also a reluctance, later, learn to cherish, see through fate, only to know that life is impermanent.

The frivolity of language, the subversion of the world, how many people, or passers-by of life, how many things, just the haste of life, a person's understanding, a person's expression, and the heart of return, always can't go to the place they once were.

How much life understands, how much generosity in the heart, a sincerity, a cherish, how much forgiveness in life, how much fate pays, and the touching of life is just a helplessness.

Lonely eyes, always looking for the initial hope, helpless prosperity, unable to see the vicissitudes of the heart, sad scenery, poignant in the heart, just helpless coverage, a wandering mood, a clear understanding, greetings just never seen again.

A true life, a love in life, a deep and shallow edge, a confusion, half a drop of loss, tenderness like water, but also life is ruthless, loss and gain, only a firework is easy to cold.

Changed, scattered, understood, everything parted, everything was sad, looking back on life, understanding and parting, loss is also a kind of gain, it turns out that not cherishing is destined to tears.

How many landscapes, doomed to be helpless, how many ups and downs, destined to lose, the only heart, no patience, the only truth, no understanding, how much understanding of life, how much heart gains, just the payment of life, the care of fate.

People wait for ten miles of flowers, sigh at night, tears in the season, just the desolation of the deserted city, how much life, how many vicissitudes of life, how many vicissitudes of life, respectively, or meteors catch the moon, destined to grow old and lose their fate.

The wind blows tears, people are ruthless, and the pale heart of memory is the tenderness of life, and it is also the understanding of separation, the loss of life, and the loss of the soul in the heart, and finally the only line, the goodbye of life.

People, people, hearts, hearts, you are so wronged, fate is so precious, life is so embarrassing, how much regret, how much is difficult to cherish and comfort, later sleep, later awakening, just a person's rivers and lakes, quietly dusk rain.

People lose, the heart is cold, the white clouds in the heart, the tears of the material, just plant the most beautiful hope, wipe away the initial blessing, how much spring in life, just a quiet thought, each other's flowers bloom on the other side.

The heart is like water, life is impermanent, quiet and peaceful, compassionate to a person's sadness, poignant so helpless, carefully planned, in exchange for a bruises all over the place, from now on there is no end.

A memory, or a pair of love eyes, the sea of people is destined, the lost soul always humbles their own love, a smile, a loss, a life to understand, or a pale loss, beautiful tears in the eyes, but no fate, the peach blossoms of the three worlds fall, destined not to meet.

It seems to meet love, as if to understand the sincerity, to read the tears of life, to ask a present life, to think of a scatter, to learn about the fate, but not to understand each other, just the helplessness of life.

A heart, a glass of wine, a lifetime of reminiscence, drunk a few times, asked a few times, the sea of people is vast, just helpless, sighing the last chance to part.