There is a kind of concern, silent, love and hate, missing is also a kind of happiness, and losing is also an attitude. Loving someone is a kind of concern, but also a kind of bond, life is always so helpless, hiding a worry, hiding a sad wandering. After escaping the wind and rain, I know that life is helpless, I lose love, and I know that the warmth is silent. What is fate, what is life, said once, thought about it ten thousand times, there is still nostalgia, and there is also a change, life is just a waste, regret too late.

Seeing each other late, life is always not romantic, the scattering of love, the loss of fate, just a sentence of missed for no reason, hiding a sad mentality, covering the last heart. After walking 10,000 miles, thinking about a person, waiting for a world, and avoiding a mentality, I knew that it was too late to see each other. The voice of regret comes quickly, the attitude of loss is always lost, giving is a kind of politeness, tears are a kind of brightness, and in the end, there is no chance, and I will never see you again.

Heartless love, tears of looking back, sad world, there is a kind of amorous style, and there is a kind of leaves falling, the wind falling, people are sad, and regret is too late. Memories are a kind of paleness, there is a kind of goodbye in life, but there is a kind of sea in the dream, and I can't tell the future of life. Loving and being loved are all hurt, happiness is ruthless tears, love is just no cause, etc., the last cry, the last waiting, if you understand, you will be divided, and if you don't understand, you will disperse, only to know that a person's world is missing a person's smile.

The scenery misses the love in my heart, the most beautiful confession in life, there is a kind of emotion, there is also a kind of helplessness, the coldness of loss, and the final disappointment of being old. A kind of love, a kind of longing, the world hidden in the eyes, is always a person who bears the last loneliness. The scenery is ruined, love is helpless, the love of the world, the emotion of life, and the last gray is a person's inability to confess. The tears are white, the love is unfated, and the later thoughts are easy to be haggard, just understand, but there is no fate, write clearly, write unexpectedly.

I don't understand why we have to separate when we love each other, why we have to get together without a fate, it's just a word of hurt and a loss of no reason. The replacement of tears, who cut the last do not understand, love and be loved, are failures without a cause, a person's world, more damage from losing a smile. Lost in love, love is separated, but there is no ending in the future, hidden in the world of scenery, unable to confess, unable to change their mentality, saying that they hate to see each other late, and have no regrets in this life.

A person confesses in a hurry, and finally loses, once thought that love was a sentence, but later realized that he made a mistake and became a man who was hurt by love. A sad mood, at midnight, missing no fate, piercing the last sadness, a person experienced the red dust of the words, smiled slightly, and couldn't say how much love there had been, and how helpless he was now. The world of longing, the prosperity of a person, the most bitter heart, the dream of depravity, hiding too much sorrow, helpless coldness, hiding a lot of hesitation.

Lost, what else can you say about the fragility in your heart, a person who drinks, a person who is sad, lights a lamp for yourself, opens a door, but has no chance to turn back. The man who has been hurt by love, walked through the parting of the twilight, and watched the midnight of youth, just a kind of tears, and a kind of sadness, piercing the heart. The heart of regret, hiding the tears of the world, life, etc., hides too much indifference, there is a kind of dream, and there is a kind of coldness, but that one doesn't matter, that seriousness can not be repeated again, that goodbye, can not be said to the shadow of two people again.

Loving someone is yesterday, waiting for a person is today, thinking of a person is because of the future, crying red eyes, only to know the seriousness of love, the fragility of waiting. Thinking of the last confession, a person's loneliness, a person's innocence, hiding too many feelings, losing a helpless heart, and helpless scars, are just a write-off, and none of them will be seen again. What's wrong with the injured man, just listen to a song, think about a person, ask about a world, find the most bitter self, tell a person's world, and exchange sincerity for scars.

The breakup is doomed, love can't be seen again, is it the tears of love, or the fate of dreams, just a write-off, just a telling of the past, saffron, and a kind of destined, hiding the worries of life, hiding the inadvertent of the future. A love, a gratitude, thank you for the love, miss your future turn. A person's haste, busy and unintelligible in the night, sincerity in exchange for ruthlessness, unintentionality in exchange for indifference, missed fate, lost cold, just a kind of cold, a kind of regret for no reason.

The smile used to be always so sweet, the sadness of regret, always tears, a sincerity, a love, and the regret of parting, and the longing that I don't understand. A true person, a lost dream, a kind of depression, and a kind of breakup, and since then, the rivers and lakes have parted. Hastily rushing a person's dream, rushing a person's world, is just a kind of understanding, a kind of fate, and a kind of regret, can't say, can't see through, can't look at the goodbye of life again, regret that it shouldn't have been, regret that life can't be seen again.

Walking through a street, thinking of a person, a misty world, there is a heartbreak in my heart, and there is a kind of no regrets. Sad people, sad hearts, can't say the most bitter helplessness, I am willing to use the tears of this life to give you a turn, but that parting, never again. How far away is life, whether it is close at hand, whether it is the end of the world, or the miss of the scenery, it is just a difficulty, a sadness, and a kind of vastness of life. The heart that missed, lost the most true love, and the heart that had loved snowed, only to know that the oath had been missed.

Loving someone, it's really bitter, hard to forget, it's hard to wipe off the last scenery, the song that understands you, the scenery that waits for you, it's so difficult to be alone, a heart is so bitter, only to know that feelings don't owe each other, just the loneliness of missing, hiding two tears of a person. The edge is deep and shallow, it is an encounter, and there is no answer, either you understand, or I cry. I used a smile all my life, just to wait for you to turn around, it's so difficult to love someone, wait for a decade, think about it for a decade, and then know that life is not fateful.

It doesn't matter what is hidden in the heart, there is too much loneliness in the world, and there is a kind of exhaustion, which is difficult to understand. The scenery is staggering, but the beauty is not there, love is wandering, just missing the intestines, that emotional whirlpool, is a mistake of love again and again. Fate originally had you, but love and you had no fate, lovesickness was broken, love locked the heart, longing broke the soul of life, and it was so difficult to love you for a lifetime. The fragments in my hand, the painting of the landscape, the sadness, haggard and beautiful loss, and the final end of the exhaustion of life.

Love is divided, people are scattered, indifference is still a kind of sadness, I want to wait too much, but you don't know, I want to say a lot, but you don't understand. Love is a person's indifference, the past of two people, the tiredness of writing, the regret of sadness, and a kind of helpless loneliness, hiding sadness, hiding helpless loneliness. Giving is a virtue, but love is wrong, wait wrong, regret too late, think about life, just lose tears, never see again.

Is it missing, is it the future, or is it a ruthless goodbye, hiding the sorrow of life, hiding too much helplessness. I regret that I shouldn't have been, I regret that I didn't see you again in life, I hid the sad solo dance, I hid the withering of a person, the scenery regretted my promise, and I missed the most beautiful years in my life. Ten fingers clasped tightly, hiding a sadness, helplessness in life, hiding a waiting in a previous life, how many years in the next life, it is so difficult to love someone, so difficult.

There is haze in the eyes, sadness in the heart, and a lonely heart, how many words were said in the previous life, how many tears will be shed in this life, hasty dreams, short thoughts, just no chance in life, regret that it shouldn't have been. In the past life, cut a person's tears short, in this life, wipe away a person's smile, love for no reason, regret the next life, make mistakes, miss a lifetime, and love two tears in a lifetime. Love is sweet, missing has no fate, a mistake in the past life and this life, a past life in the next life, a life in the next life, a red dust line, a dream of life, but your love eyes without me.

The evening breeze of longing, brushing the fate of the past life, the red dust of the next life, cutting the love of this life, my own loneliness, my own thoughts, give the beauty of the scenery, and give the waiting of regret. Things are people, there is no dream of the future, people go to part, the oath of life is indispensable, it is difficult to love someone, the future can not be chased, the lover who is alone has two lines of tears, a person learns to be heartbroken, and a person learns to guard against the last thoughts. A pair of eyes, a word, and a kind of undestined time, hastily rushed the most beautiful tears, changed the thoughts of waiting, fate changed, and people dispersed.

The yesterday of the previous life, hidden in the tears of the clothes, the future of this life, written in the sadness of the heart, parting is just a dream of looking back without autumn. Hand-embroidered mandarin ducks, people and other butterflies, believe that the past life owes by passing by, and persist in the next life and so on looking back and smiling, only to know that it is just that waiting, not that chasing. The kite broke the string, the love broke the dream, and there was an agreement, the love was scattered, the heart was messed up, a person's world, the familiar self began to be strange, and the familiar deliberately began to messy and finally cried.

Memories begin to change, the passing of life listens to the past life owes too much, the tears of this life come to pay, the future owes too much can not be seen again, today with thoughts to repay. Forgetting the dream of a thousand years, forgetting the coldness of the bridge, just a word of silence, learning too much loneliness, hiding sorrow, hiding the gentleness of a kite. A lifetime, how many fates, how many complaints, the belief in my heart that I have written wrong, a lifetime, goodbye, unspeakable touching, untouched regrets, and a touching heart.

What is in the previous life, is fate, is no fate, what is this life, is regret, is bruised everywhere, and the later encounter has become a passing of life. Smile, life, half sadness, half sadness, the last expression has a tear, the last thoughts owe the words of the previous life, with the tears of this life, the concern and thoughts of this life, to wait for a person who will not look back.

That year, the years have become a thing of the past, the people who have been missed, where have you gone, the lost heart is still running for you, the lost tears are still hard to forget, just a kind of injury, two kinds of helplessness, hiding tears and saying it. There used to be smiles, sweetness, waiting, sadness, a day is sweet, recalling thousands of wonderful memories of the past, it is not easy to hide 10,000 in the heart, and the world hides the inner thoughts. You who once made me happy, where are you, the past hidden in my heart, made me lose my life of waiting.

I can't forget in my heart, I can't change my life, that year reminds me, that beautiful goodbye, remembering the vows I once made, can only make me lose myself. The heart of gratitude, the last loneliness is hurt, the heart is blank, the world is a sea, and there is a kind of helplessness, hiding too much sorrow, one person inspires, one person is indifferent. Floating into the play, hiding you, hiding my tears, hiding the loneliness of the world, I waited for you year after year, only to know that life is so vicissitudes and the world is so sad.

Heartache is a kind of depression, a kind of sadness, but also a kind of unspeakable, love is too heavy, waiting is too bitter, can not be tolerated, can not see again, the heart will ache, tears will flow, and there is a lonely landscape. The heart is crying, the tears are indulgent, but the dream can't be changed, it's just that you can't speak, the hesitation of life, hiding a person's worries, hiding a person's sadness, the world is beginning to inspire, but life is full of holes, and it can't be reunited again.

There is a kind of touching, hiding too deeply, hiding seriously, how much I have waited in my life, how much I have waited for it, only to know that regret is not waiting, but love is too affectionate. I used my life, wrote all the prosperity, just for a wait, I used a life, wrote a dream, just no chance, regretted the original agreement, the oath changed their dreams, life cut the last love, the scenery was messy, the year in a hurry, just a word of thanks, and then I hope you live better than me.

The fragments of waiting, the regretful agreement of missing, there is also a kind of commitment, and there is a kind of life that remains the same, what does not change is waiting for you, what does not change is loving you, loving you will shed tears, waiting for you to cry. Heart and heart, tears and tears, is a kind of vicissitudes, a kind of touching, but also a kind of unfathomable separation, love is scattered, people's hearts are confused, only to know that I love you is my greatest happiness. A lifetime, not for how much love, but how much time spent waiting for you, a day, not how much time spent missing, but for lovesickness crying red eyes.

What a familiar thought, it has never changed, but the vicissitudes of my heart, there is a kind of longing, hiding too much of the world, without the bitterness of lovesickness, how can I tell the beauty of love. If love can be goodbye, life can be heard, I am willing to guard the most beautiful years, love is a touch, life is a kind of beauty, and there is a kind of wind and moon, called ten fingers lead. Moved by the sky, for the goodbye of life, moved by the ground, moved for the cry of life, moved by yourself, for the regret of life, cried your eyes.

Kind tears, for a change, for a gathering, and a kind of waiting, hurt a heart, hurt a dream of goodbye. The wind and the moon are prosperous, the cinnabar between the eyebrows is not lowered, the years are red and dusty, the last hazy laughter, love has broken up, the world has changed, and the fragile soul has hurt the true feelings of people who understand. The tears written in the hands, the dreams written in the hearts of the people, and so on, are called no fate, you can't see each other again in this life, it's just a kind of breakup, and in the end, it's just a kind of parting, two kinds of crying.

The wind messes people's hearts, tears, writes about life, there is a kind of touching, missing the familiar self, and there is a kind of life, called regret. Life, you are the only one, life, you are a dream, but you meet love, you meet sadness, you are gone, your heart is broken. The other side of the flower, the dream of the future, the love of three lives in this life, the scenery is cold, there is one kind of waiting, two kinds of pity, missing, losing, waiting for a spring breeze and autumn rain, waiting for an afterlife in this life, just missing.

A cloud, a piece of infatuation, a piece of sunshine, a smile, just a kind of waiting, waiting for the regretful life, missing the former you. Missed, love, just a ruthless song, just a dream without a cause, the scenery is missed, love is lost, there is a kind of wandering, lost the beauty of the vicissitudes of life, lost the most true affection, the sea of love, tears of life, more than missing, life regrets, just a scenery without a fate.

With a wave of his hand, the dream is scattered, wait for someone, the night is over, the dawn is not yesterday's sunny day, and love parting is not the last belief. A person's sight, a pair of affectionate thoughts, learn to shed tears, learn the most true confession, forget the heart of chasing, can't forget the love of the past, miss, say goodbye, just no chance. Love is divided, love is scattered, tears confess the beautiful self, life misses the guardian of fate, there is a dream, there is a kind of waiting, the world has begun its own wandering, and the heart of longing has been hurt.

Lost eyes, the world of two people, one person can't see through other people's hearts, one person can't see through their own world, only to know that because of love, the two worlds began to doubt. There are too many, there is an explanation, there is no reason, there is a kind of understanding, it is called giving up, love is letting go, life is not understood, just a kind of love is a danger, people are a kind of sadness, afraid of missing, afraid of trouble, afraid of waiting for your uneasiness. The tears of the heart and so on hide too much that is not simple, the regret of life, the helplessness that hides too much, and a kind of mistake, the loss of missing life.

There is a kind of loss in the heart, there is a kind of speculation in love, and the understanding of the confused heart is just a kind of miss, just a kind of life that is too tired. The heart is locked, love is wrong, one person's picture, two people's eyes, afraid of missing out, afraid of missing out, regretting to know that they are out of love. The world of two people, the entanglement of one person, the smile of one person, the coldness of one person, and a kind of sadness, let the isolated explanation be cut in two. The emotional heart is not a dream of understanding, the road of life, and it is only because I don't understand that I am afraid of the danger after falling out of love.

Waiting is not the accident of life, the scenery is not the confusion of life, there is a kind of simplicity, there is a kind of love called letting go. There is nothing wrong with paying, the thoughts have not changed, the smile at the beginning is locked, I already know that there are bruises everywhere, why should I be wronged by my own life, why delay the time of others. One person's world, two people's love, too much ruthlessness, too many explanations, there are smiles, there are worries, there are also inadvertences of life, the scenery is missed, it's just a kind of ignorance.

In the world of two people, there is a kind of entanglement, afraid that their efforts are worthless, and they are afraid that their efforts will be bruised everywhere. There is no right or wrong in love, and there is no confession of emotion, just because you want to understand, just because you don't understand. Waiting for someone, just to wait for one to pass by, thinking about someone, just saying that one will never see you again, the world of two people and the loss of one person. Helpless to make mistakes, helpless guesses, but the scenery has changed, love is scattered, regret is too late, and in the end it is just a sentence without regrets.

The world of two people locked a heart, closed a door, waited for a helplessness, missed a missed opportunity. Too many explanations, in exchange for a turn, too many regrets, in exchange for a sentence of former emotion. The heart warms the tears, and when it warms the accident, in the end it is just the end of the world, and I miss love and miss you. People have changed, the wind has dispersed, and the love has been broken, just a song, a love tear that I don't understand, and a lost guess.

The eyebrows are bent, the breeze blows away, life, a long-cherished wish, and a sore feeling, a tear of love, longing for the whole world, and breaking my heart. Regret too late, people who fall in love with others, are easily hurt, wait for helpless people, forget themselves, regret that they shouldn't have been, and regret that they will never see each other again in life. Fate, it's just fate, life, it's just that people are scattered, love is deep, hurt seriously, fate, no fate, and a ruthless, cold regret, and so on are just a kind of sadness for themselves.

Tell yourself not to cry, tell yourself not to shed tears, just the truth of love, the seriousness of hurting, the breeze blows away the last tears, and says the blessings of a lifetime. Fate, beauty, changed the last original intention, life, years, a lifetime of indifference. Every change, every mess, is just a kind of scenery, two kinds of misses, and a kind of fate, and there is also a kind of never to be seen again.

There is a kind of sadness, there is a kind of withering, a person is injured, a person is helpless, hiding the scenery of life, changing the last sunny day. Life is not drunk and does not return, life begins to be tired, life begins to be lonely, I have learned to get used to it, crying alone, helpless alone. Tomorrow is far away, today is in front of us, there is a kind of dislike, and there is also a kind of never to see, but life is good and unfatal, I miss it so sadly, I hide a worryless dream, but the fate of life.

Good gathering and dispersing, a fate, a nature, dream is the goodbye of life, fate is the goodbye of regret, how much loneliness, how much indifference, has become an unaccustomed to life, and it has become the last evening. Loving someone, not knowing romance, missing someone, learning to dance with tears, and looping singles by yourself. Every change is a kind of longing, and every time you tell it, it is the most indifferent indifference.

The wind shuttles, people shuttle, there is no miracle in love, there is no white head in life, just the morning and evening of parting, the twilight of crying, learning to see the sea alone, and miss it alone. Hundreds of turns, just a love, a burst of scenery, and a kind of luxury, lonely heart, helpless life, learn to miss, learn not to see again, learn to cry, learn not to chase.