There is a touch, there is nothing to be done, there is a goodbye, the heart of lost life, the most truly understood, the deepest love, and the last helplessness of loss. Love, who is sad for whom, who weeps for whom, how far away is a lifetime, how much indifference is there in a lifetime, love divides the fate of life, life breaks the last belief, and there is a kind of understanding, hidden in the eyes, said in the heart, always powerless, the wind and moon are prosperous, but there is no power to return to the sky.

When love comes, it's just a sentence, and when life is scattered, it's just a person, waiting for a thousand years, thinking about it for 10,000 years, just a breakup. A few words of love, a few waits in life, how many waits, how many differences, how many missed fates, and a kind of luxury. Life, fate, what is the only thing, what is scattered, and there is a kind of coldness, hiding the frozen loneliness and oneself, hiding the sad future and change.

In the last love, people go to the empty building, just a song, a sentence, a life, etc., and a wordless downfall. Time has given the most beautiful cherishment, and missing has given life regrets, but at the beginning, there was a kind of vicissitudes that changed the scenery and changed the indifference of the years. Tears said once, love was broken once, and there was a kind of indifference, hiding the sadness of grace, hiding the withering of life, missing it was just a write-off, never to be seen again.

The inner world is really cold, missing love and missing you, the world is beginning to change, the breeze blows through the young man in the crook of the eyebrows, and there is a joke that hides the helplessness of life. A door, a broken heart, a person, a broken dream, a hurried crowd, changed the last life, just two tears, a wordless. The heart is broken, the person is cold, there is a kind of loneliness, there is a kind of indifference, the scenery shuttles, love tears, hiding indifference, hiding the sweet taste of life.

It's so simple to hurt, it doesn't matter if it's lost or not, it's just that the heart can't change the truest heart, and it can't change the final beauty. The sea of wind and fire, the tears of life, the rush of waiting, the loss of a truth, the haggard and so on, just a song without a chance, just a look back and a smile. Lover, missing, the one who stays in the heart, etc., hides no fate, hides too many sad stories, just waits, and does not change in this life.

Love is a kind of beauty and a miracle, hidden in the heart, hidden in the ups and downs of life. There is a kind of understanding, there is also a kind of touching, there are always thoughts in life, love someone, and wait for a person to say a person who believes, this life is not far away, in the eyebrows and heartbeat, the future is at the end of the world. Heartbroken years, listening to the whole world, is just a loss, prosperous and backward, just a cup of beauty, a period of vicissitudes.

Loving a person, there is a kind of thought, there is also a kind of waiting, it is missing, it is love, and it is also a kind of touching of deep and shallow fate. There is fate in this life, that is, there is a dream in the next life, there is no fate in this life, there is no dream in the next life, love is a kind of touching, but also an attitude, hiding a sad heart, vicissitudes of helpless tears. Who listens to the whole world, who misses the exhaustion of love, the head will not be, people are crying, and the taste of saying it is just a tear that cannot be moved.

Waiting for someone, so tired, so tired, thinking of someone, so bitter, so bitter, and there is a kind of touching, hiding helplessness, hiding sadness. Prosperous and backward, just a sentence of loneliness, life regret, just a goodbye, and a lonely sadness, hiding the tears of life, and a helpless final, hiding the vicissitudes of the ending, who cut life, who missed the future, there is a world, just don't understand yourself.

Loneliness is a kind of life, but also a kind of haggardness, there are tears in life, dreams in the future, and a kind of touching vicissitudes, who changed themselves, who missed life, but that indifferent love. , dreams, Yuan abyss, people, lovesickness is too bitter, there is a kind of loneliness, hiding the tears of no reason, is the flower and the moon in the wind are strong, or the moon is never seen again, but there is no talent in life, and I miss it more than once.

Love, the only love, hides the seriousness of life, hides the helplessness of loneliness, is fate, is a wish, and is also the concern of the next life. Be kind, only to know that life is very bitter, helpless, only to know that the loss is very real, ruthless, cherish, or the future is infatuated, can't say through, can't see through, has been irretrievable, can no longer see again, hidden in the eyebrows of the Yiren, just the name and story in the heart.

Falling in love with you is my life's waiting, waiting for one day, is the blessing of my life, I am willing, crying for you, writing poems for you, even if the earth is barren, it is also a kind of willingness. Wait hard, even if you lose, even if you cry, you will be willing to wait for you. I miss a piece, a drop of love, and an eternity, hiding teardrops, hiding the last love you don't regret, loving you and waiting for you to miss your world.

The world that is moved, there is a heart, and there is also a minute of touching, it is fragile, it is bright, and it is also the light of life. Wait a minute, think about a life, love is very humble, life is very romantic, and the lovelorn person is hurt. Love you can't be together, wait for you can't be together, just thinking about you in my heart, waiting for you in my dreams, and the last thoughts are still in my heart.

Loving you, waiting for you, thinking about waiting for you, there is a kind of loneliness in life, hiding the tears of life, hiding the goodbye of no fate, it is a kind of demeanor, but also a kind of helplessness. Teardrops, wiping through the end of life, hiding a helpless pattern, there is a gust of wind, hiding too much isolation, there is a period of rain, hiding too many imperfections, just a sadness, a kind of haggard, helpless yourself.

I have spent my whole life waiting for this journey, there is a kind of touching, and there is also a kind of wind chime, which has changed the unfortunate waiting, and changed the final payment. Sadness is a kind of helplessness, life is a kind of humility, and there is a kind of lovesickness, which hides the anxiety of life and the tears of longing. Is it the edge in the wind, the line in the dream, or the prosperous listening in the month, vivid, just a thought that doesn't understand itself, just a dream that doesn't understand life.

The sad person is me, I don't regret it, it's just because I shed too many tears and missed too little, although I can't see you again, but I still believe that I love you without regrets. Wait a minute, the last minute, a minute not afraid of crying, love you, wait for you, or think about your world, this is the most beautiful thought. Thinking of you is a kind of loneliness, but also the hope of living, waiting for you is the wonder of life, and it is also the reason to love you.

A lamp that lights up the yesterday of life, in a word, changes the twilight of the future, is time, is beautiful, and is also the beauty of the scenery. Love is a kind of longing, waiting is a kind of wandering, and there is a kind of indifference, hiding life, etc., hiding too many concerns. When the heart is cold, you can write a sentence for yourself, the blessed person can listen to the whole world for others, and there is a wind that blows away sorrow and desolation.

Hidden in the heart, there is a kind of touch, there is also a blessing, hidden in the dream, there is a kind of evasion, there is also a kind of thanks. The heart of gratitude, hiding too much tolerance, the way to pay, hiding too much wonderful, because of moving, so give others the opportunity to pay. I have missed too much time, there is still a kind of listening, and there is a wonderful sentence, the road is long, just a gentleness, a deep and shallow edge.

A gentle heart hides time, dreams of fate, hopes and blessings, and a kind of touching, which hides the perception of life. The mood is always smiling, only to know that I have learned to live, life is always changing, only to know that I still have a smile and touch. There is a kind of listening, in the eyes, it is love, and there is a kind of dream, put in the water, called never to see again.

Life is a road, missing is a kind of wonderful, memories are beautiful, in the near reach, at the end of the world, in a moment of life. The road should be walked by oneself, the words should be said by oneself, the dusk should be seen by oneself, and the scenery should be appreciated by oneself, which is a style and an attitude. Love, you are the only one, you are true love, life, you are the most beautiful ever, once the most beautiful inadvertent, a moment is also prosperous, and a day is also a year.

Every touch is the best in life, every love is kindness, and there is a wonderful, which is called the most beautiful ever. There is a choice hidden in the eyes, a goodbye in life, and a kind of vicissitudes, pay is a dream, pay is sincerity. A sweet hand, a touching love, and a conscience, hiding morality and a wonderful soul bathed in the sun.

Missing is a very wonderful story, which hides the meaning of life, there is fate and dispersion, and there are also wishes for life. Loving someone, there are tears, dreams, and no words that will never be seen again, whether it is a confession, a grace, or the beauty of life, but the vicissitudes of life. Love is a kind of touching, waiting is a kind of withering, and there is a kind of style, called never to see again, but looking back on a hundred years, love is scattered, thoughts are broken, and there is a desire that has been dispersed.

Thinking about someone, waiting for someone, asking yourself, only to know the feeling of falling out of love is a miracle and a life. Looking back on a hundred years, the love's irretrievable powerlessness, the people who waited were haggard, the missed heart, the defenseless, the lost tears, have never been seen again. Who cut the coldness in the heart, who missed the dream in the heart, there is a kind of coldness, and there is a kind of abandonment, but the eyebrows are in a hurry, and they are no longer seen, looking back at the end of the world, they can't walk into the yesterday of life.

Waiting is a kind of dream, thinking is a tear, there is a kind of loss, and there is a kind of fate, waiting at three o'clock in the morning, just a glass of wine, a sadness. Falling in love with someone is a kind of indifference, but also a haggard, indifferent heart, hiding loneliness, helpless dreams, hiding sadness, missing, etc., hiding a kiss goodbye, and a missed fate, and a twilight, but the love is far away, the miss is broken, and I let go when I look at it, only to know that the breakup of love will cry.

A sadness in my heart, a desolation, a hesitation in life, a loneliness, a wonderful longing, very helpless, a kind of sadness, but also a kind of loneliness. There is a kind of waiting, it is a kind of worry, there is a kind of suffering, it is a kind of loss, love does not distinguish between you and me, and there is no distinction between right and wrong, but the last dream, hiding helpless restraints, and a hesitation. Loving someone, hiding a coldness, waiting for a person, losing the trust of a lifetime, or that confession, hiding deeply, and talking tears.

etc., hurt a chasing heart, lost tears, always powerless to wander, love is a blank paper, longing is a melody. The scenery misses the beautiful painting, the cold moon and the wind, and a kind of light rain, hiding the hazy, hiding the expectation, the wind passing through the port, and there is a kind of hope, hiding the wordless love, hiding the deep affection of tears. There is always a dusk every Monday, but the dawn of Sunday has lost its seriousness, lost the beautiful tears of yesterday.

It's very tiring to miss someone, it's very bitter to wait for someone, only that kind of loneliness, there are still tears, indescribable vows, incomprehensible scenery, and a kind of indifference. Love is wonderful, failure is very distressing, there is a kind of indifference in a lost life, I have learned to give up, I have learned to be lonely, I have hidden a lot of unfatality, I have hidden a lot of indifference, and there is a voice, haggard and finally understood.

Loving someone is a smile, missing someone is a kind of helplessness, there is always some sadness in life, and there is a miracle. The unforgettable heart hides a lot of loneliness, helpless coldness, a lot of withering, lost dreams, and a troubled future. There is always a touch in life, and there is a dream of failure and failure, which hides a lot of things and hides a lot of indifferent tears, which cannot be said or seen.

The ending of love is very distressing, longing, etc., very cold, haggard in the inner world, only to know that the world is so big, life is so bitter, just a sentence, a lifetime, a past. The sad heart, haggard with the last kiss goodbye, there is a kind of indifference, there is a kind of sadness, and there is a kind of hesitation. The lonely world hides too much, just a missed fate, a passing by, and a smile in the twilight of sleep.

Crying tears, hiding too much doesn't matter, hiding too much and never seeing it again, but there is a forever, can't be shouted, there is a kind of waiting, hidden in dreams. At the pinnacle of the world, there is a kind of love, called eternity, the helplessness of life, there is a kind of withering, and there is also a kind of love, called the hazy heart. The coldness of loss hides too much distress, hides too much sadness, there is a kind of love, but it is just a kind of helplessness.

Lonely dreams, hiding cool love, tears of love, hiding longing, etc., gentle words, sad life, and a kind of parting, there is a kind of dream, the scenery shuttles, and finally parting and sending each other. Goodbye, love, just the hurried year of the eyebrows, a smile, a parting, and a send-off, since then passers-by have no chance to say the vicissitudes of life, no chance to listen to the prosperous smile of yesterday.