Lonely eyes, suddenly understood, love is the story of two people, not one person's dedication, nor one person's perfunctory, how much indifference, has become a person's departure, a person's crying.

The only sentimentality, hiding too much suffering, is the melody of longing, but also the melancholy of love, how many teardrops in life, just a partner of love, just the regret of missing, it shouldn't have been, let yourself get the scars later.

Thinking about one and understanding, waiting for one to disperse, is the only life, but also the withering of love, such grievances, your world, my participation, how much indifference, the heart has never remembered, the look back of love, so that the heart can do nothing.

Lonely heart, helpless cold, hiding a person's world, hiding a person's edge, love is a pessimism, longing is a kind of injury, how much desolation, hiding a person's hesitation, lonely eyes, always a person is hurt.

Fenghua's tears, hiding a person's story, your mood, I can't forgive, my world, you can't walk into, maybe this world is small, maybe this world is big, so big that people wither, small enough to doubt life.

Helpless love is the melody of life, but also the dispersion of love, the indifferent evening breeze, blowing away my heart, let life run away, the story is always such a lie, deceiving one's own ending, always let tears confess.

Love is a miracle, but also a kind of trust, if you leave, don't say or ask, if you want to say, go to the protagonist to make it clear, a lot of things, don't dodge, it's also a responsibility to others, and it's also an appreciation for yourself.

In the heart, there are 10,000 impossibilities, the world, there are 10 million scattered, but the tears in the heart, hiding a billion and never seeing them again, the fate of this life, don't pass by, run away, the love of life is a poison.

I know that it is impossible to meet, I understand that goodbye is impossible, a lifetime, so tired and bitter, how much fate, just a flash in the pan of life, just a blink of an eye of love, waiting for the prosperity of a lifetime, the desolation of a lonely life.

The wounded heart, always like this, always like that, powerless, sad love, always parting and two wide, helpless to understand, always never see again, regret the beginning of life, meeting is a kind of retention, but also a kind of residual dream.

Lonely eyes, hiding the edge of love, the ice of longing, hiding too much nostalgia, a person's understanding, a person's tears, is the fate of this life, is the scatter of the next life, how much, etc., has become a person's dream, but the world in the eyes has become a person's scatter.

The love you give is the withering of life, the world we are waiting for is a kind of desolation, how much hurt, how much wrong, is the scenery of love, love is a pessimism, waiting is a kind of injury, how many grievances, just inner melancholy.

The scenery without a fate, the bizarre love, how much indifference, just a person's flowers bloom and fall, how much to read, just a person's world in a hurry, goodbye love, hiding a person's flowers blooming and falling.

The past in my heart, I can't say too many grievances, the indifference in my heart, there is too much loneliness hidden, your eyes are the fate of my life, my love eyes, are the sadness that you can't see again, look back on the past, miss your world.