I know more people, and I start to believe in ghosts, men's money is not easy to come by, women's tears, it is not easy to wait, women, don't let your man be too tired, man, don't let your woman be too bitter.

How much distress, hidden in a person's notepad, how much helplessness, can't find the answer, the season of flowers, the impermanence of understanding, the strength of the heart, the madness of helplessness, leaving behind is sadness.

How many memories, how many stories that I know in the pale, how many tears, the old man's years, the heart that reads, the eyes that I see, a read, a hurt, indifferent thoughts, always so lost.

Lonely thoughts, waiting for the concern of a lifetime, how much tenderness, how many illusions, waiting for a believe, waiting for a persistence, waiting for the final abandonment, inner indifference, distressed by their own mood.

Persistently understand, there is not much sincerity, love is a lie, but also a story of longing, the heart that reads, too late to ask, missed love, too late to say, how much to understand, has become the final stranger.

Goodbye eyes, missing the blessings of the sea of people, a gratitude, missing a person's love, a helplessness, reading a person's heart, but the road, people are lovesick, and people are helpless.

Watching the blessings of the sea of people, how many feelings, how many twists and turns, just the suspense of longing, the dream on the road at dusk, the heart of the blessing of the sea of people, can't say clearly, can't see through, how much waiting, just a torment, helplessness, give up.

Mood, people are powerless, hard work, exhaustion, the world is changeable, is it really sad, or helpless to pay, just a kind of longing for the watch, how many twists, just a don't understand.

The heart of gratitude, too late to ask, unspeakable, too late to wait, how much persistence, just the belief of longing, how much missing, just the expression of love, the disparity of cold, missed a person's persistence.

Thinking of you, waiting for you, the white clouds of longing, the sad stories you read, how many dreams, how many twists and turns, how many smiles, just a familiar life, indifferent to your own heart, haggard your own story.

Waiting for a believer, missing a person, lost feelings, how many thoughts, how many grievances, going back and forth, just leaving two tears, a landscape, a love-hate dilemma, and a desolate heart.

After the prosperity, there is no future in missing, there is no attachment in waiting, how much I believe, waiting for a mistake, missing a love, losing humility, missing thoughts, life is always so far away.

Love is a very objective name, but also a very sad sentence, how much to understand, from hurt, how many illusions, from longing, and finally humble, but also a name of one and two wide.

How many dreams in the heart, how many things in the end, a word, a thing, a love, how many roads to understand, how many words to be old, separated and scattered, read and understood, all the fate, each other can not cherish.

The blessed heart is always so unwilling, love is a luxury, two kinds of helplessness, the compassion that reads, the love eye that misses, a fate, a truth, how much loss is hidden, how much loneliness is hidden.

Let go of you, let go of yourself, what you say in your mouth is missing, what you hide in your eyes is tears, the painting of life is a prison, and the fate of the end of the life is shallow and shallow, just a rush of life, just a gratitude of fate.

How many extravagant hopes, too late to speak, how much hurt, too late to greet, lonely fate, unable to cherish each other, the world that can be seen clearly, is just a person's seriousness, a person's delusion.

A person, a word, a ruthless memory, how many people are pale, a lonely heart, love is a cherishment, but also an inexpressible, looking back on the ups and downs of time, the humility of reading, just the illusion of missing.

Life is a kind of restraint of peace of mind, but also a kind of moving of patience, how many mistakes, a kind of withering of missing thoughts, how many things, sad people's hearts, people who understand, too late to make mistakes, missed love, too late to ask.

Time, what a terrible name, how many simple stories, is the understanding of the heart, but also the fault of love, the only love eye, can't see through, can't read, the years are indifferent, but the atrium is hurt.

It's always like this, sad to tell yourself, always like that, ruthlessly shedding tears, one parting and two wide, telling the desolation in my heart, how many worlds, just a dream, how many fates, just the twists and turns of life.

changed, scattered, understood, missed the original self, a dream of the world, how much ruthlessness, the paleness of a person, love is a pity, but also a kind of torment of life, the last helplessness, reading is a humble illusion.

Cherish, cherish, part, part, if you miss someone too much, then leave, after all, it won't be too painful to break up, if you don't meet, maybe you won't have longing, because of the meeting, so parting.

If a person has a heart, it will be easy to be sad, if a person is affectionate, it will be easy to be sad, if a person has money, it will be easy to hurt money, and later I understand that people who cherish themselves are not willing to hurt themselves.

The thoughts of the love eyes, the blessings of the sea of people, the story of the injured oneself, how many names, how many injuries, the night of parting, is always so bleak, the wounded heart can't hope for extravagance, in exchange for regret never to be seen again.