Time, hastened the pace of life, there is a lack of fate, the embarrassment of painting, popularity is just a landscape, no one is anyone's who, love and hate, longing, fragility is just a write-off, drunk is also a dream, love is also a scene, who is whose apology, who is the last, in the end, selfishness goodbye, just a gallery of life, love is divided and combined, life is silent back and forth, no one goes, no one loves, strange life, who walks the last love.

Promise can't be seen, life can't be imagined, only to know that the world is unpredictable, life is hard to find, it is difficult to find a favorite, the bitter water walked for a minute, the miss said a forever, and you, or the vicissitudes of the wind and snow. The last appearance, the nostalgic picture, the lover and the lover, the missing traceless, the unintentional when coming, the picture when leaving, the touching final falling flowers, is just the attachment of time.

The wind blows the leaves and falls, the sea of people is boundless, who cuts the last wind and waves, who has seen the ripples of one heart, your arms in the city, I am wandering sadly. The words are hazy, you hide in the wind, and I am hurt in tears. Love is a word, there is one life, thousands of reincarnations, just a ruthless, just a sentence without fate, love or waiting, just an indescribable world, you walk in a dream, I walk in a lonely world.

Lover, lover, the sad soul of love, a lonely, unwanted, how difficult it is to miss, how bitter the scars are, no one can tell, no one can see through, this is life, this is life. The scenery passing by, the vicissitudes of my helplessness, is your present life, is my next life, I have not paid attention, and you have gone far, this is a lifetime of care, this is the shackles when you come.

It's the wind, it's the rain, it's the boy, that look back, brushing my heart, hurting the sky. The fate of life is just a song that can't be sung. Love has a few petals, people have a few haggard, memories are indescribably gentle, and lovers are indescribable winds. Reading a person, seeing a person, or writing a person without a reason, just a gentle sentence, just a sentence never seen again.

The wrinkles on the clothes, the vicissitudes of the inner wandering, the flowers bloom and fall, the sea of people reunites, is Beijing, Shanghai, or the familiar Singapore, love is gone, missing is always helpless, love is always unforgettable, that year, Beijing reunion, since then the rivers and lakes are strange, that year, Shanghai goodbye, and you have been in love, and now, Singapore is still Singapore, love has been dispersed, longing has been far away.

In the wind and rain of the future, thoughts gradually began to wander, life began to look up, the years on the road, still frequently ask yourself, what you have missed, what you have lost, what can you find in life, what you see, ask yourself, ask about life, what you miss, what you lose, what you remember, just a word of tenderness, a goodbye, a goodbye, what you are afraid of, what you want to ask, what you miss or what you once was.

Love and hate are intertwined, time is ruthless, separated life, there is a kind of bitterness, called sweet and sour, goodbye dreams, there is a kind of waiting, called no chance to look back, who cut the last dream, who missed the last yearning, love is just a word, missing is just a fateless elegance. Tears, simple, clear, time misses me, love misses you, only that sincerity is hidden in my heart, and I miss it in my dreams.

I'm so tired, I'm tired, it's just a kind of exhaustion, I can't say it, I can't wait, I think about it, it's just a kind of looking, it's just a kind of first love, love is lost, I miss and forget people, I'm so lonely, I'm so sad, it's just a kind of expectation that I'll never see it again. There is no rehearsal in life, and there is not too much loneliness, you are the only one, I am unintentional, missing is a lifetime, and missing is this life that will never be seen again.

It seems that the whole world has waited for the last thought of the whole heart, it seems that there is no hope in life, and in the end I understand that life is an experience, missing is a hope, there is a helpless pattern in the corner of the city, and there is also a sad hope, when you start to set off, a withering sentence is unforgettable, a goodbye, a sentence can not look back, time misses their truth, life misses their love, this is the fate.

A glass of wine, a cup of tea, this is a lifetime, three feet of dreams, the sadness of tears, the sadness of flowers, the fate is scattered, and love can no longer be seen. The world of longing is wonderful, full of hope, full of helplessness, and there is a loneliness, guarding the inner world, and the life you look up to is beautiful and helpless. A lot of words can't be spoken, they have been hurt, many things, they can't be said, they have shed tears, the world is big, life is wide, and there is a lot of helplessness.

A person's rivers and lakes, without wind and rain, how can it be vicissitudes, a person's world, miss fate, only to know beauty and helplessness, the world is wide, life is hurt, and the thoughts of the tribe are always borne by one person. Love someone, wait for someone, talk about a different world, there are what you think, there are I asked, only to know that the time to look at people, has lost yourself, and when you forget, you can no longer erase the fate of this life.

How much waiting, has come and gone silently, how many asking, has never seen again, this life is not me, come late to autumn. The scenery of dusk sells well in my world, I sing my own dreams alone, not to say why, not to say what to wait for, but to hope that inside, I can still live cheerfully, without sustenance, without leaving the initial mood, without leaving the initial beauty.

The wind and the moon are staggering, the world is wonderful, life is beautiful, and you are the life I know best, even if you forget the emotion of a lifetime, you must also remember the stumbling of a lifetime, life is unintentional, you miss and lose, life is beautiful, you lose your heart, and there is a vicissitudes of life, and you have no choice but to leave at the end. The world is unpredictable, a sea of others, say forever, say goodbye, just a letter never again.

The years are silent, waiting for no fate, just a sentence of flowers blooming, or a sentence of flowers falling, but three lives, no fate, missing a sentence, just a momentary life. It's so sad, the years have passed, withered sadness, there is no high hope, the words and phrases that have been said, the sad fame, can no longer linger the attention of life, who is it, cutting the last missed fate, missing the bond of a lifetime.

The world is opposite, life is lonely, the speed of sadness can determine the height of life, many things, there is a kind of loneliness, there is also a kind of haggardness, the speed of the wind can change the temperature of life, some words, there are a lot of meanings, but also a lot of warmth. There is always no rehearsal in life, and it has gone through the vicissitudes of life, passing by the care of life, and passing through the inadvertent of life.

The scenery is varied, the moon is unintentional, in the dream of the years, there is a kind of vicissitudes of life, there is also an unintentional pass, the years are like the wind, the connection of a lifetime, the love of life in the dream, the memory is cut short, the wind and snow are snowy, the time locks away a landscape, and life takes away a lifetime of no fate. Fate is fate, dreams are dreams, love and hate are separated, missing a step, missing every world.

There is a peak in the world, there is also a miracle, there is no rehearsal in life, there is no miracle of no fate, the wind and the moon are silent, life is haggard, tired of the beauty of love, the painting misses the intertwined dreams, only the poignant expression. One step missed, one step wind and snow, a lifetime of haggard missed dreams, a lifetime of missed fate.

In the dream of good intentions, the poetic affection, a tenderness, a painting, a dream, as if in the wind, as in a dream. The world is big, the wind and the moon are wide, life is impermanent, and there are many withering, time missed, life missed, there is a tiredness, and there is a helplessness. The peak of the world, life is unintentional, there is a miracle, there is also an unintentional, missed and missed, it is just a sincere song without a fate, and it is also a helplessness with fate.

In the dream between the eyebrows, Shu Yi's feelings have a kind of touching, and there is also a kind of wonderful, only the flowers of the beautiful scenery bloom and fall, the victory is lost, and the scenery is still beautiful. The wind and the moon are unpretentious, the vicissitudes of life, the vicissitudes of life, the mistakes are wrong, there are no corners, there is no solo dance in life, there is no miracle, and there is not too much isolation, the world begins to expect, life begins to rehearse, only the eternity, known as the unparalleled in the world.

There is a kind of moving, the wounds are all over the place, there is a kind of helplessness, the cold Sansheng does not believe, only to know that love is simple, and it is difficult to live. It only takes a minute to move a person, and it takes a day to change a person, but to fall in love with a person is a lifetime. Time gives hope and disappointment, many things can be done without being said, many things can be seen without being done, and sadness is always inexplicable.

Waiting for someone is a kind of charm, thinking about a person is a kind of touching, and asking a person is a kind of missing. There is a kind of listening, which is called never seeing again, and there is a feeling that there is no fate in life, not seeing in this life, and sadness in the next life. The words passed through the tears in front of the person, there was an experience, called helplessness, there was a sadness, helpless emotion, wiping the back of life, just a slight smile.

The person who misses it is always irretrievable, and the tears of loss always think of a person, how far away the three lives are, just a stone's throw away, and it is also a legend that will never be seen again. Love and hatred, I can't tell the perception of life, and my thoughts are also indescribable things in the world, it always doesn't matter, how much goodbye there is, how far away is goodbye, no one knows. Losing is a kind of exquisite love, getting is a kind of sunny bloom, only the flowers bloom, but also a kind of telling.

Love is easy to write, people are difficult to do, right and wrong, some words hurt the sincerity, some things, understand the truth, but people go away, love is separated. Dream is a kind of parting, but also a kind of touching, life does not have too much brilliance, and there is not too much goodbye, but that eternity, hidden very deep, very helpless. Losing is a kind of elegance, gaining is a dream, and that kind of helplessness is also a kind of poignancy.