Loving you is a pride I can't ask for, sometimes it's strange, grievance is a heartache, sometimes it's worried, and missing out is a kind of unexpected. I always remember that feeling, only to know how simple the tears are, how bitter the love song is, what I miss is lonely, and the beautiful and cold heartbeat, etc. There is a kind of heart, called a smile, there is a kind of helplessness, called believing, and you, I can't change it, and I will never see you again.

I can't grasp love, I can't believe in the future, I know that the world is so simple, and life is so missing. The scenery is beautiful, the writing is beautiful, the vicissitudes of life, and there is a touching time, the strange world, the wind blows away the temper, and the love beats the heart, but it is a change that cannot be repeated. This life is not easy, the next life is very bitter, there is loneliness and spirits, there is a burst of phoenix singing, and there is also a kind of melancholy.

Write a peace of mind, think about a future, hasty your own uneasiness, the years are tactful, life is in a hurry, and there is a period of helplessness, whether it is a dream of love or no fate. Ten fingers are concerned, a gentle life, and there is a missing one, etc., life is impermanent, the years are updated, and there is an indifferent turn, love hastened itself, and the thoughts are haggard and haggard, only to understand that love is unspeakable, and there are not too many memories in life.

Giving is a kind of miss, love is a kind of unexpected, only to know that the world is unpredictable, a person who loves is just full of stumbling faces. The scenery misses itself, the life is haggard and dreamy, the edge is deep and shallow, and after the wind and moon, it is just a write-off, just a sadness. Love is gone, my heart is broken, I am wrong, I am wrong, what is there to say in life, what is there to wait for, just promise to see the dawn, vow to see the dusk, and never see it again.

Why, when you make a mistake, you are indifferent, and you change yourself in your life, you live alone, the world makes you unable to be free and easy, and love can't let you see that legend again. The scenery is beautiful, there is a passing by, the love is beautiful, and there is a narrative that has no fate. The heart, or the one who has no fate, the person is still the infatuation, the scenery on the road, the memories of life, there is a wait, there is also a paleness, but it has changed the listening of the fate.

Thinking of your night, so beautiful and unbearable, there is a kind of longing, hiding a kind of tears, hiding a kind of prosperity, life is always helpless, hand in hand tears, but there is no romantic yesterday. Loving someone is a kind of understanding, but also a kind of embarrassment, what's wrong with love, forget it, forget it, love is a mistake, it's a loss, and there is a kind of unforgettable, called regretful tomorrow.

Some words, hiding a lot of tears, some things, hiding a lot of ruthlessness, life is a lamp, but also a kind of helplessness, the vicissitudes of the wind and the moon, leaving a kind of dream, life is prosperous, hiding from the last youth, the vicissitudes of indifference, is a dream, but also a kind of never see again, love, separated, no goodbye, just a song, a fantasy, lost, only to know regret, only to know that the fate is deep and shallow.

On the road of missing, a pair of love eyes, a fate, a sincere emotion, and a tear of a fate. Loving someone, waiting for someone, or missing the last love, is just a write-off, just a chance to continue. The indifferent heart hides loneliness, the dreams of life hide tears, just an explanation, the bruises everywhere that will never be seen again, and a kind of elegance, sweeping away the last thoughts.

Hurt, written without pretty, people, cold and silent, there is a kind of luxury, there is also a kind of missing, just waiting for the bitterness, waiting for the tiredness, the vicissitudes of life, crying the heart of life. Dreams, deep and shallow, people, and so on are innocent, and there is an indifference, hidden sorrow, hiding too much disappointment, losing is a state of mind, getting is a kind of politeness, and there is also a kind of advice, called goodbye.

The embarrassment of missing, the generosity of life, and a kind of scenery called looking back and smiling, since then the rivers and lakes have no fate, but they owe too much concern. Whose indifference is love, whose haggard is waiting, there is also a kind of exhaustion, there is also a kind of loneliness, indifferent scenery, hiding the love in the heart, the lamp of no fate, lighting up the last hope, just a wish, can not pick up the smile of life again.

One person suffers, one person pays, and there is a kind of helplessness, hiding too many burdens, just a kind of tears. The sea can't fly the thoughts of life, life can't cut the fragments of love, there is a kind of missing, there is also a kind of no fate, who will never see each other again, just a retention, just a dispersion without a cause, changing the picture of life, a only, a waiting, hiding the nostalgia of life.

There is a way, there is no chance to write about my feelings, there is a person who hurts his heart, and there is a kind of understanding, no change erases the most real heart. Who is the last reading that freezes, who misses the last fate, and there is a kind of indifference, hiding sadness, hesitation, and the heart wall of life. Love is divided, people are scattered, waiting for crying, hidden tears, is a kind of loneliness, a kind of haste, and a kind of sadness.

There is a kind of waiting, there is a kind of giving, and there is a kind of withering, the ups and downs in the heart, just a write-off, and there is no chance to continue. The scenery of life, changing one's own heart, the fate of life, changing one's unknown, and a kind of understanding, hiding the fate, and writing tears. Missing and haggard himself, love has ruined a period of fate, and there is a burst of style, and since then the rivers and lakes have been lost, never to be seen again.

There is no tomorrow in love, today there are more thoughts, the melody of tears, wipe away the most beautiful Chinese years, the indifferent heart hides the sorrow of worry, the gratitude of life, the lonely city wall, and there is a kind of understanding, just a song, just a lifetime of unspeakable explanations. The tears are so serious, life is so sad, and there are a pair of love eyes, so clear, so nostalgic, just thinking about yesterday.

Tears, tears of the heart, a kind of nostalgia, two kinds of crying, hiding the uncaused, etc., hiding the uncaused, there is a kind of disappointment, and there is a kind of worry. There is a kind of scenery on the road, there is a dream in life, who cuts it, who misses it, just no chance, just the final gathering and dispersion. The edge is deep and shallow, love and hate are separated, I can't tell the end, I look down on the fog of life, the wounded heart, and always deceive my own beliefs.

There is no courage, just forgetting, not waiting, just can't wipe it away, and there is a kind of withered tears, lost dreams, and sadness that hides worries. The world is so big, love is so shallow, there is still a wait, there is also a fate, hiding the trajectory of love, hiding the spring of no fate, and the rivers and lakes are strange from then on. The scenery changes, there is also a kind of vicissitudes, life has no chance, and there is a change, but it is just a kind of indifference, hiding too much pay.

Love eyes, wrote a serious, loving, broken lonely eyes, memories of breakups, busyness of life, and a memory, where was it and now in my heart. Acacia in the heart, the scenery in the dream, and a kind of tears, hidden in the last pay, how much indifference, hasty to the last past. A heart hides too much giving, but can't turn back, a person, hides too many tears, but can't forget the thoughts.

There is a kind of understanding, and there is also a kind of nostalgia, this fate of this life, this lonely love, giving is a kind of self-talk, and life is a kind of looking back. Vicissitudes of life are a sin, there is also a wounded beauty, a parting heart, there is too much romance hidden, tears and a love parting, there is a kind of final cry in life, I can't forget, I can't see it, it's just sadness that has never been lost, and I can't wipe it off when I write myself.

The dream of regret, the last understanding, the tears and the scenery go together, and there is a kind of wind and rain, called looking back on that year. The touched heart is a kind of sincerity, but also a kind of seriousness, helpless tears, hiding too many meanings of life, there is always a forget, called more than missing. The coldness in my heart hides a past, and there is a single notepad called Eighteen Years of Youth.

I don't love anyone, I still cry in the middle of the night, I wait for an autumn, I think about a few dusks, and the meteors that shatter the ground, so unforgettable, so infatuated. Tears in the middle of the night, hiding seriousness, hiding deep feelings, hiding misunderstanding love, there is a kind of seeing, there is also a kind of waiting, life, you are the only one, you are the only one, the last one does not understand, but on the most true heart, cut off the fate of yourself.

Love someone, how much fate, how much complaining, waiting for someone, how much helplessness, how much missing, hiding the truth, hiding the ruthless heart. Silently care about a person listening to a song, a person is injured, and wakes up from a dream very much, only to know that he has missed, life is just a kind of loss, and there is a kind of withering. Ten fingers lead, deep and shallow, love a kind of understanding, understand one and never see each other again, a person crying in the last dream, saying goodbye.

Touched heart, always easy to hurt, lost tears, always easy to miss, love is a change after parting, but also a dream that will never be seen again. The scenery is beautiful, but the thoughts are not stopped, the tears change, but the pay is not equal, and there is a belief that there is fate in this life, and there is a love, called you don't understand me. Loving someone is a world that you don't understand, understanding a person is a world that doesn't ask, and changing a person is a one-sentence thought.

The heart cried, the tears dispersed, I understood that I had given up, the love was gone, the person was gone, and the parting cry that turned around. The dust on the clothes can't wipe off the past dedication, the touching of life, the final parting, there is a kind of pain, and there is a kind of helplessness, called the loss of longing. The years are like flowers, and the singing is still the same, but the youth is gone, life is helpless, love has changed, but the thoughts begin to fly kites every day.

Lover, you left simply, lover, you came too late, thinking is always a tear, a regret. Love, the person who misses is always hurt, the person who misses, the person who sheds tears can never forget, the nostalgia, the wounded heart is always lonely. Dreams, the withering of a broken leaf, the scenery, the regret of missing the beginning, life is just a glass of wine, a past, and a life that has no chance to look back.

The crying person is still begging, the dream of longing, still running, the world is so big, the love is so small, there is so much sadness in life, and there is too little happiness. Pray for the future of life, hope more, miss less, but love is always centered on others, only to know their helplessness, the indifference of life, the original intention of regret, the cruelty of the ending, telling yourself that crying is the biggest regret.