A kindness, a quiet, life is like tea, don't fight for anything, don't ask for anything, the world is hot and cold, or there are bruises everywhere, just a sentence of mutual safety. So quiet, just a flower blooming and falling, so unfathomable, just a flower blooming with each other, if you ask how much love there is in the next life, just a fate and so on, watching the flowers bloom, just a ruthless indifference. When the heart is cold, you know the human feelings, when the heart is sad, you know the human taste, when you lose, you know to give up, and when you understand, the courage has been lost. Every beginning is a performance of the end of the play, and every end is a sign of dawn.

One day, you will win, one year, you will lose, remember, when you don't have money, ask yourself, and when you don't have the guts, ask others. The scenery on the road, the flowers of life, is just a fate, a sadness, all the dialogues, there are good and bad, there are disappointments, and there are sorrows. If you are right, you are looking for the right person, and if you are wrong, you are looking for the wrong person, but you are just wrong on top of wrong. A kind of arrogance, a kind of backbone, but also a kind of talent, people live, is a kind of dignity, lose the pattern, nothing. There are many roads in life, there are many friends on the road, and if you choose the right path, you may have fewer friends.

Every understanding is the dedication of life, and every touching is a goodbye to life. Time precipitates in a lonely world, you can create your own world, warmth is your own pride, backbone, ambition. A kind of bondage, a kind of quietness, a kind of waiting for life, there is a kind of luxury, there is also a kind of pursuit, asking back and forth, just a kind of touch, just a kind of vicissitudes. Whether to say goodbye or not may be just a touch, whether it is a missed fate, maybe it is just a vicissitudes of life. Life can't go back, and you can't see yesterday again, it's just an end, a beginning and no end.

People can lose or lose, but they can't be too lazy, forget the people of yesterday, there is no tomorrow, lose the way of life, and forget the original belief. Every respect, every belief, binds too much, there is always an unforgettable, but also a sad vicissitudes. The lonely heart hides a fate, hides a complaint, if the pattern is too small, the loss will be even greater. True feelings, or hypocrisy, some people need to be perfunctory, some people need to be moved, some people need to never see each other again, and some people need to get together and disperse. Every touch is a promise of life, and every sincerity is the sword and shadow of life.

The understatement of life is a kind of touching, but also a kind of brightness, which belongs to the sunshine, to the scenery, and to the responsibility of life. If, just if, you can lose nothing, but in the end, it's still missing, just a passing by. A turn, just a passing of the shoulders, just a goodbye, maybe there is no concern in the next life. In life, there is always a willingness, and there is a lifetime, but for that moment, it is too easy to be moved, too easy to be haggard. The road, back and forth, the earth is long and the sky is only a long time, people, gathering and scattering, flowers blooming and falling are just flowers falling and blooming.

A person, a period of the past, there is always some helplessness, hiding a loneliness, missing fate, leaving, etc., sad fragility, just a bruise everywhere, just a sad feeling of no fate. Those who miss it know that there is no chance in life, and those who regret it know that their lives are withering, and the dream of elegance is just that it doesn't matter if they miss, love is a luxury, but also a kind of sadness, erasing the only one in life, and the goodbye of sad life. A lifetime, how much helplessness, how much loneliness, sadness, wandering, helplessness, and the injury of life, a dialogue, a helplessness, just a dream in the heart, a breakup, etc.

Giving is the touch of life, and it is also the love eye of goodbye, just the indifference of loneliness, the goodbye of belief, and the watch of wandering thoughts. In my heart, it is tears, love, and a friction without a reason, just plain, just a fateless, longing for the world, falling in love is old, and breaking up too early. There are always a lot of hardships in life, there are always a lot of difficulties in missing, a pair of goodbyes, a lack of fate. The moonlight, shining on the last eyebrow bend, is just a lonely landscape, the feeling of goodbye, the understanding of moving life, and the love of a person. It's reading, it's also the sea of longing, it's loneliness, it's also the understanding of life, it's just helpless, it's just old.

A sentimental, a watchful, a miss, a confused, a understanding, a lookout, just a love and longing, the bondage of the sea of people, the dream of goodbye, the breakup of life, etc. The withered world, the old age, a longing, a sadness, an unreachable, a never-seeing, uneasy, but also helpless in life, just lonely, just missed. The ocean of longing, wiping away the only love, the hazy person, the lonely mistake, missing the only time, is the watch of missing, but also the desolation of the sea of people. The withered world, the old confession, the love is too strong, and the breakup is too bitter.

The haggard indifference, a watch, a miss, a quiet, a memory, and a bleak sadness hide the hesitation of life. The lonely world, the old mentality, always hope, always lonely, just a person to middle age, a past, a sigh. The heart of perception hides the goodbye of life, the unfatned, etc., the concern of the afterlife, the dream of the sea of people, and the helplessness of too much, just the watch of longing, the hesitation of life. Loneliness is a goodbye, but also a helplessness, just a sadness, hiding the desolation of life, helpless thoughts, hiding the sadness of goodbye.

How much moved, in exchange for a never-see-again, how much helplessness, in exchange for a spiritual concern, just watching the goodbye of the sea of people, helpless and longing. Looking at the sea of people from afar, it is untouchable, just a yesterday of life, a goodbye eyebrow, wiping away the sad thoughts, worrying about the stomach and waiting, how much in the next life, how many in this life, just one other, just an end. The longing of the eyes, the brow bend of life, three years around the beam, just a crooked liver and sausage, just an aftermath around the beam. Fengyue has three lives, or three years of aftersound, but people are middle-aged, a song of vicissitudes, a song of famine.

A sorrow hides the hesitation of life, if I don't like you, why should I be wronged. In an instant, how many waits, in exchange for a bruise everywhere, a year, how much helplessness, in exchange for a never to see again, a past with the wind, just a passing by. It's very charming to smile slightly, but you are my ignorance, and I am your unappreciated. A little famine, just a mistake, a goodbye, just a life without a fate, a miss, a deep fate. A doomed, lost too much can, forgot too much withering. Scenery is the beauty of life, but also the fault of missing, missing, is the loss of fate, but also the pitiful withering.

Thousands of things in my heart are exchanged for the withering of this life, an afterlife, and a present life, but the fate is broken, but the love is broken. One is heart-wrenching, the other is not easy in this life, in exchange for a lifetime of confusion, in exchange for a lifetime of unbelievable. If you miss it, you will know that you have no fate, if you are lost, you will know that you are sad, and if you fail, you will know that love is lost. A moment of destined, it has become a lifetime of concern, a lifetime of goodbye, and a lifetime of goodbye. I regret the beginning, regret the road of life, just silently caring, hiding the sorrow of a longing, singing a person's song, and dancing alone in the last scenery.

My surname is Li, I write to the heart of the pear blossoms, you are the king, write to the eyes of the endless, dream surname Zhao, shine into tears is no fate. A person's story, a person's landscape, hides the scars of no cause, hides the withered world, the vicissitudes of loneliness, never to see again, just the heart of watching, hiding the tears of the sea of people, just the fault of no cause, missing the scenery of a lifetime. Love tears, life is far away, farewell in this life, just a flower, a withered heart. The scenery shuttles, the sea of people goodbye, just a watch, a miss. Waiting for each other, the love of the next life, a doomed, a vicissitudes, a sea of indifference, a longing out of reach.

You, charming near and far, I, waiting for my life, the next life, is just a lack of fate for each other, this life, just a missed relationship, how much fate, how much cold, just a ruthless. The kite is broken, love is lost, life is lonely, the heart of missing the watch, and the loneliness of helpless goodbye. A watch, a miss, a bleak life, hiding the end of the cape, hiding each other's unreachable. A piece of loss, a section of belief, a period of miss, hiding the wind and moon, hiding the flowers blooming and falling, just a song withering, a song of loneliness, hiding the impermanence, hiding the flowers blooming and falling.

A sentence waiting for you, a person who hurts my heart, a person who has helpless tears, the dream of this life, the fate of the next life, is just a messy song. In this life, how much willingness, how much willingness, just watching, is also the sadness of rubbing shoulders. How much there is in this life, how many blessings in the next life is just the touching of thoughts, the sorrow of life, and the hesitation of life. A song of phoenixes, a period of life withering, a goodbye, a period of longing, just an accidental belief, just a missed fate. Broken tears, dreams in this life, wrong breakups, love tears, a song of phoenixes, a mistake in life, a goodbye, a life without fate.