Like a person, don't ask whether it's a catastrophe or fate, a dream or a charity, or a concern, indifference is hidden in the heart, and helplessness is hidden in the eyes. The kite of missing, missing the most beautiful years, the only heart, remembering the original memories, there is a wait, the tiredness of the injury, the helpless cold. The sadness of the street, hidden in the most beautiful sleeves, falling in love with someone who can never be seen again, is just a hug of the years, a long-cherished wish. The love in the dream, the lack of a short life, is just a story that does not belong to me, love has gone away, and the world has changed.

If you miss your dreams, your heart, and the whole world, you will know that life is so tired, you miss you tired, and life can be haggard. One loneliness, one indifference. Love someone, wait for a world, hide a kind of sadness, wait for a hesitation, lonely heart, always unable to tell, indifferent love, hide too much indifference, life has a goodbye, there is also a fate, is it cold ice, or the prosperity of the month, just a listen, can not see again, can not remember the original self.

Time missed me, I missed you, and your truth, your beauty, I cried and laughed for you, and the final result is the world that I can't see. The color of love is a dream that I can't tell, the unforgettable life, and a kind of sadness, hiding in a person's world, hiding his loneliness, talking about the freedom of life. Love is crazy, thoughts are still talking in dreams, people's hearts, you are in dreams, say goodbye, wait for an eternity, laugh at my youth, wait for me to wither, just a hug of Fanghua, a telling, goodbye without a chance, it is difficult to see the initial appointment.

Love is a kind of sadness, waiting is a kind of crying, I waited, I was drunk, and finally my crying was sad. A person's world, a person's wonderful, and the helplessness of the afterlife are the rainbows I can't forget, the quiet corners, hidden in my lonely heart, crying and laughing for myself, before I know the final result of life. Life has lost its color, love has lost its attachment, missed dreams, missed fate, a state of mind that cannot be changed, just a stay, a life that cannot be preserved.

Who is it, cutting the last cry, there is a kind of indifference, there is also a kind of haggardness, loving someone, is a kind of exhaustion, the passing of the heart, and the last promise cannot be said. What is happiness, not waiting for you to go home, not waiting for you to come back, but to ask your figure sadly, looking at the tears on your hands and saying goodbye. Standing at the intersection, three days is too far, how much helplessness there is in a year, longing is a kind of exhaustion, but also a pattern. Passing thoughts, hiding too much lovesickness, helpless pattern, hiding a lot of loneliness.

The destined dream, hiding the stamens in the heart, love is a flower, and it is also a world that can not be seen again, embracing each other, hiding affectionate persistence. Lover, lover, love's broken soul, missing, missing, dreaming of the fate, there is a sadness on the road, there is a luxury in life, who locks away the last understanding, who is cold, freezing the life I understand. I love someone, I waited for a long time, thought about it for a long time, asked for a long time, and then I knew that there was no self in you. Between heaven and earth, there is a kind of indifference in life, wrong and wrong, not you, not me, but Hongchen's miss.

There is love hidden in the eyes, dreams are painted in the heart, there is a kind of sweetness, and there is a kind of love that is hard to believe, estimating the love, always asking yourself, always asking yourself, you don't understand, others don't believe, the world begins to change, life begins to change, every note you listen to is the frequency of missing, every thought of the end, just a world that you don't understand, the story starts every day, life is lonely every day, just a sad, silly taste, hiding the compassion of life, hiding the haze that you don't see.

In the wind and rain, in the dream of love, it is so tiring to please someone, what is happiness, what is waiting, the world that is inseparable, hopeless love is hidden in the eyes, and the dream of not seeing each other is hidden in the heart. The love of missing can't be said, there is no reason to wait, there is no way to turn back, the vicissitudes of the world, there is always an indifference, there is also a desolation, there is hesitation, there is loneliness, there is always an innocence in life, and there is also an expectation. The puppet of love, the exhaustion of longing, how haggard life is, how tired it is, is a kind of extravagant beauty, but also a kind of love tears that I don't understand.

Being a puppet of love, thinking about the haggard of life, is it the beauty of the wind, or the prosperity of the moon, there is a kind of listening, there is also a kind of sadness, hidden in the inner world, always helpless, hidden in the dream of longing, always lonely. I heard that love has come back, I have missed it, and I know that the wind and moon are prosperous, just a kind of scarred, just a kind of brightness of life, the fragile soul has been tired of the haggard life, the beautiful tears, the loneliness of missing, hiding no regrets, hiding the scales everywhere, hiding the forgetfulness of the afterlife.

began to regret, began to give up every life of life, began to be lonely, began to care about every life of not caring, when the thoughts began to say goodbye, life began to be lost, and the goodbye that I knew, a sentence was too deep, a sentence was too deep to catch the sadness in my heart, and I was powerless to return to the sky. A person looking for the future of the world, thinking of the most beautiful never to see again, the hesitation of the world, the ripples of life, hiding the wind and the moon, hiding the sadness and picturesqueness, there is a kind of prosperity in the ears, there is also a loneliness, hiding the powerless world in the heart, hiding the taste of life hesitation.

The solo dance of the soul, the scars in the heart, the light of the love of others, and the closing of the door of other people's love, only to know that sadness comes so quickly. Love wakes up, dreams are drunk, and in the end it's just a kind of listening, a kind of sadness, hiding powerlessness, hiding nothingness. It's not that you don't dare to think, it's not that you don't dare to ask, it's just that the sweet memories can't forget you. Hiding sad words, hiding sad hearts, saying a thousand, to ten thousand, to the end, just a no longer cherish, just a love that is not missed.

You are the person you love the most, you are the invisible sadness and fragility, every time you think of it, it is a tear of sadness, giving the remnants of your life, and sweeping away the time you are waiting. A scroll of paintings, hiding sadness and hesitation, a sentence of no fate, hiding withering and oneself, and a goodbye, hiding deception and loneliness, only the wounded heart, or helplessly propping up the waiting thoughts, to shed tears alone.

Every turn, every one gives up, hiding the helplessness of sadness, loving someone is so hard, waiting is a burden, and it is also a loneliness that can not be seen again. Sadness has been hidden for a long time, waiting to forget, wiping goodbye, but the heart is still worried about the future thoughts, indifferent heart, hidden very deeply, waiting for a long time, there is a kind of disappointment, there is also a kind of poignancy, love does not admit defeat, just tears are waiting to be conquered. missed the final finale, love became a burden of longing, lonely to keep the last footsteps, and frequently remembered the last smile for himself.

There is a kind of yearning, love is lost, there is a kind of hurried year, since then life is strange, life begins to blur, begins to give up, and begins to miss. The missed thoughts, the last helplessness, across a kind of lovesickness, looking at a kind of sadness, there is always a kind of helplessness, and there is also a kind of deception. What's wrong with love, missing where it goes, is it tears talking, or the heart is dancing, there is a kind of loneliness, there is also a kind of disappointment, a person's street corner, there is a lot of helplessness hidden. There is a kind of tears in life, no fate, and wishes for vicissitudes.

The night is vast, the stars of the sea are rolled, the sea of people is vast, the flowers are blooming and falling, and there is no chance in life, but the young man with the bend of the eyebrows has walked away from the inner world. Dream is a direction, life is a kind of understanding, missed dreams, cold one's heart, missed love, lost to understand one's own sorrow. Love hesitates, heart hesitates, a person's moonlight, love's fate, a teenager who passes by, just a teenager who stays behind and understands himself. There is a direction on the road, there is a hesitation in life, and the flow of thoughts, the hometown that has not been seen for ten years, is the elegance, blowing away the initial end.

Snowflakes fly, love chases, the world begins to inspire, life begins to be tired, there is always an unforgettable, there is also a kind of withering, the world is so beautiful, love is so easy to make people haggard. The indifferent heart, the person who missed, is just a kind of understanding, a kind of forgetting, difficult to forgive, difficult to say goodbye, hiding sadness, hiding the hesitation of life, who cut the last agreement, give me no chance to start, is the loneliness of waiting, is the loneliness of dreams, and is also the life of my encouragement. The tears of love eyes hide a kind of fate, a kind of complaint, and a kind of indifferent loneliness.

Waiting for a person is so bitter, thinking about a person is so tired, the wind blows the leaves, life is impermanent, who cuts the last complaint, life is a handful, just a phoenix. A landscape, miss the hope of love, a period of time, miss the waiting of life, fate fate, just a fate, the separation of two people, wipe away the tears of life, wipe away the haggard of life, a sentence of people to middle age, powerless to return to the sky, love and romance is just a never to see again. Beauty can't be repeated, life can't be turned back again, look back and smile, goodbye goodbye, just listening, not meeting.

One starts, one forgets, the most beautiful life is inadvertent, the most beautiful life is no longer seen, looking back on the past, remembering the original dream, remembering the goodbye. It seems to be crying, it seems that I have begun to like it, waiting for the haggard, cold exhaustion, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just that there is a deception in the heart, there is a lack of fate in life, what is fate, what is love, just wipe away the tears of life, can't wipe away the previous encounters, there are dreams hidden in the eyes, life hides love, how many wishes, how many changes, just a retrospective, can not see again.

What's wrong with loving someone, you're gone, I'm crying, thinking about the sadness you want, it doesn't matter what you're waiting for, it's the wind or the rain or the teenager. There is a kind of coldness in life, and there is also a kind of loneliness, hiding a sad life, rippling on the road that I don't understand. It doesn't matter, the road to goodbye, the dream of goodbye, the person who will never see you again, the loneliness hidden in the heart, the helplessness hidden on the road, and a deception, there are too many smiles hidden in the wind and snow, and the crying shadow said, cherish it, the fate is scattered, the person is gone, why bother with the dream of haggard life.

There are dreams on the road, there are dramas in life, there are fate and scattered, intermittent life, haggard and haggard, unable to bear the tragedy of life. Love a few people, how much do you understand, it's just a kind of letting go, the fate of two people, is love, dreams, fate, calamity, and the fate of the next life. Wrong, wrong, wrong, fate is gone, if love has a back, I'd rather not look back, because the thoughts of looking back are too bitter, persistent dreams, too sad, too withering.

Life is really fragile, when you meet love, you are helpless, you cry when you miss it, if love has you, you will lose me, I am willing to make mistakes again and again. In a word on the road, life is a wound, miss fate and miss you, cherish the last understanding, and can't listen to the dream of life. Love someone, how to forgive yourself, wait for a person, explain life, but I can't tell it, I can't say goodbye, looking back on my youth, in a hurry, it's just a write-off, but I don't have a chance to continue writing. The life that you missed, if you understand, it is difficult to understand what love is and how to live without a chance.

A fragment in his hand, a life is indifferent, love a few people, write off this life in one fate, and enter the play, don't say goodbye to the year, but there is no fate. I regret that I met at the beginning, I can't hold hands with my white head, I regret that I met at the beginning, but I am destined to be sad, the reincarnation of the previous life, in exchange for the reincarnation of this life, I will never see you again. The smile that rubs shoulders, the life that can't be spoken, can't see through, can't understand, what's wrong with love, what's wrong with waiting, heartbroken love, waiting for Buddhism, who promised too much reincarnation, who cut the last accompaniment.

Along the way, people are cold, their hearts are broken, the world begins to change, they wake up from their dreams, the road is far away, and their lovers are gone. There is a kind of scenery on the road, just to see other people's scenery, there is a kind of flower blooming and falling in life, just watching your own passing by. Smile slightly, the world is big, the road of life, a glass of love wine, anyone who drinks will be drunk, and anyone will be haggard. There is a kind of haggard in life, and there is also a kind of unlucky, cold world, where love is divided into two.

The hard-working heart, forgetting the original care, forgetting the goodbye in the future, just a cry, two tears, can't say the oath clearly, can't see through the understanding of life. I cherish the last tenderness, think of the frozen loneliness, care about a person, feel sad about a heart, and cold my own world. Injured people, there is a kind of messiness, there is also a kind of uncaused, is it the haggard of the wind, is the change of dreams, or the Chanjuan of the road, there is a mistake, the wrong one has no chance to pass by, the corner of life, can't say his own life world, indifferent lovesickness, can only hide in the indifferent goodbye.

The road of love, the fog of people, the love of missing fate, the loss of understanding in the heart, a dream, a separation. How many lovelorn love, in exchange for a regret, gentle compassion, just a care, a wandering, infatuated ignorance, in exchange for bruises everywhere. The wounded heart, a person bears, a helpless dream, sums up the final loss, lives up to the tragedy of life, the last reading of the vicissitudes of life, a person bears love, and a lonely person learns to cry. Love tears, thoughts are tired, and there is one that doesn't matter, in the end it's just a regret that you didn't have a chance.

Wounded heart, too much cold waiting, helpless loneliness, learned to set off sadly, there is a dream, there is also a kind of waiting, the world begins to get cold, life begins to be helpless, but there is still a sadness in the heart, the fate of missing, the world of missing, the listening of life, and a kind of prosperity, a change, a kind of vicissitudes of life. The life that I read and understood, the love that was separated, the narration that was unfatal, changed the miss, your heart, my heart, one divided the smile, the other divided the sadness, wiped the tears, and missed the dream in front of me.

When you wake up from a dream, your heart is cold, your love will be sad, you will miss the fate in your dream, you will lose your sincere smile, you will hold your hand and draw your mind, you will cut the ice, and you will live alone. What is kindness, what is love, waiting to say something, just waiting in my heart, can't say it, the question of life, can't wait, there is a loneliness, there is also a hesitation, hiding desolation, saying loneliness, two sentences of life, no chance to look back on the year, and now I think of the tears.

On the road, it is in a dream, it is a heart, it is a world of waiting, it is also a world that is not accompanied by a fate, the story is turned back, love is never seen again, the cold heart, looking at the end of the world, there are too many reincarnations hidden in the eyes. There is a kind of accompaniment, there is also a kind of fate, a word of love, or two people, just an indescribable life, an impenetrable scenery, there are people on the road, there are dreams in life, and there is a kind of loneliness, two kinds of lovesickness.

In the calm summer, I cried my eyes red, the appearance of love, not the inner hesitation, the last sorrow, hidden in the helplessness of life. Love someone, wait for the world, but I can't understand my next life and this life, I miss the beautiful shadow giving, I understand life, and love is lost. It's dawn, I got lost yesterday, the world began to change, life began to be helpless, missed, fate, the world that went away, the vicissitudes of my heart, the life that went far, and the lonely world view of life.

Dreams, the bonds of fate, people, tears, there is a kind of longing, there is also a kind of understanding, right and wrong, there is always a kind of luxury, and there is a kind of pessimism. Since you have broken up, why bother, why bother with tears, uncomfortable hearts, thinking about the past, thinking about the spring and autumn of life, and worrying about the mutual hope of life. Have you broken up in love in the past? The tears of longing are broken, the last haggard, broken up, why be sad, just to pass by in this life.

The people I loved, the heart that missed, the indifferent world, the indifferent, etc., I spent my life writing the last of my fate, the world began to be haggard, and the lack of fate began to be tired. For you and I are blown by the cold wind, the world is indifferent, love goodbye, just a fate, a scatter, and a goodbye, understand, understand, the world begins to change, life begins to disperse, I heard that there is no right or wrong in love, I heard that I have no attachment, just tears walk after you turn around, just miss walking next to your smile, passing by.

It's hard to love someone, it's so hard to wait for someone, there is a sadness in the rush of life, the exhaustion of longing, a kind of powerlessness, how to tell, hide sadness, there is no sequel. A kind of understanding, a kind of fault, and a kind of uncaused, hiding the withered sorrow, hiding the uncaused retrospectiveness, hiding the dream in the eyes, hiding the coldness in the heart, telling the last understanding, just a belief, a sigh. Hiding dreams in your hands, hiding love in your eyes, letting go of love in life, can't let go of thoughts, and let go of tears in life, you still can't forget the past.