I suddenly remembered that life is so fragile, life is just a bit of encounter, tears are so perfect, and fate is the best starting line in life, so quiet, and the stay in the heart has become the brush of life, how much confidence and how much loss are just the stay of life.

I missed the cherishing of life, lost the most beautiful years, how many rights and wrongs, just the ups and downs of life, and the memory of my heart. The pale and powerless heart, no one recalls life.

A person in love looks back, the scenery of the end of the world, the helplessness of the sea of people, the ups and downs of a life, a memory of life, erase the untidyness of life, in exchange for the inner attachment.

The subtle heart, always twists and turns, the lost scenery, the poignancy of love, the hope that the flowers will fall, the sea of people will part, the lost tears of love, the love can't wait, the wrong life, the hurt life, the scenery of the sea of people, the years of the old man's life.

The care of a life, the expression of life, is the patience of life, but also the confidence of life, loss is also an expression, quiet is also a kind of peace, gentle compassion, awakening the kindness of life.

How much to remember, how much to lose, how much to cherish, just the twists and turns of life, just the shackles of gratitude, and later, a three-life stone broke off the fate of the afterlife.

The fate of life, the troubles of life, a charming lyric, always rings the initial encounter, the prosperity of the sea of people, the quiet of the heart, the tenderness of a sympathy, the tenderness of a life, telling the scenery of life, just helpless loneliness.

The chasing stars and catching the moon in the eyes, the dusk rain in the heart, just helpless, just a watch without a chance, the flowers bloom on the other side, people are at the end of the world, the love at this time, the fate of the next life, holding hands and eyebrows, talking and laughing, ten miles of fireworks are cold.

Thinking about a person, waiting for a word, or asking for a hug of the years, it is just the shackles of life, the reading of life, the helplessness of the sea, and the harm of this life.

People come and go, whether you remember the turn of the first encounter, the vast sea of people, whether you remember the last parting sentence, this life and this life, whether you remember the last smile, the first turn.

Thinking about a person's world, waiting for a heart to understand, how much loss, how much tenderness, just the tenderness of life, just the illusion of life, is understanding, is an illusion, but also the memory of life.

Ten years of tossing and turning, no fate in life, three years of shallow fate, seven years of tears without a fate, no fate in this life, how cold the sea of people, how many sad tears I have in the past, farewell in the past, the sea of people scattered, broke a song, hurt a fate.

That's it, a smile, from now on, the sea of people is indefinite, just like that, a straight walk, the emotions of life are scattered, just like that, a smile, lost goodbye waiting, how many fates, from then on the two of them split the world.

Guarding a heart, waiting for a person, telling a story that is not his own, coming and hurting, going and hurting, and then asking about this life, holding his hand and eyebrows, sighing empty, and you, have married others.

Thousands of years of perseverance, thousands of years of fragility, thousands of years of expectation, guarding a heart in this life, waiting for a sad tear, ruthless memory, wiping away the most beautiful youth, waiting for the pale three thousand green hair.