There is a kind of waiting, can't say, there is a kind of thinking, can't see through, this longing starry sky, always incomprehensible, this reading heart, always unable to express, the later story, too late to see clearly, has parted.

Life, there is not much perfection, love does not have much twilight, a waiting awakening, a helplessness to see clearly, wounds are always bruised, and the seasons always change for many years.

The understanding of encounters, the level of love, always a person's indifference, always a person's care, helpless heart, always withered like this, the giving of mood, always the later loss.

A person, a word, a past, a missed love, the loss of a person's heart, how much to cherish and how much to live up to is just a hurt, sad world.

The heart that understands, it's too late to ask, the love of chasing, it's too late to say, from now on, it's just a life of one and two wide, love is a kind of distant, longing is a kind of understanding, just the illusion of love, miss the original vow.

The thoughts that see through, the indifference of disparity, how much truth there is in doubt, how much love is hidden, the scenery is just a story, love is just a scar, the dream is awake, the person is scattered, and the wound that reads is parting.

A promise, a love, a glue-like fate, but each other has no chance to understand, no reason to live up, one busy, one unintentional, missed the original world, delayed a person's love eyes.

A promise, a love, a withering of longing, such a retrospective, just an unattainable ability, has become a wounded love, the beginning of love, so humble, so haggard.

Reading is a kind of fragility, but also a kind of helpless heart, after the prosperity, just a kind of scenery, the sorrow of longing, hiding the humble mistakes, the heart of reading, hiding the greatest unforgettable.

Persistent love, there is no completeness, how many possibilities, it makes people feel disappointed, how many illusions, makes people doubt a lifetime, dreams are a luxury, but also a kind of loss, just the desire of the heart, hiding too many illusions.

One heart, two understandings, how much fragility, how much helplessness, is just one person's explanation, a person's helplessness, can't let go of the scars, can't do without fragility, the dream of reading, the smile that breaks the end of the person, the story of so longing, just once.

The withered flowers bloom and fall, the helplessness of life is let go, and the final parting is just a luxury, just a story, the wound is always like this, the parting is always like that, the loss of a love, and the memory of missing a person.

The dream is awake, the people are scattered, the reading of the story, the true feelings of the wound, the parting, the sadness of a haggard, the only indifference, the cherishing of a person, the helpless wound, the prosperity of their own past.

Can't guess through, can't see through, think about it, it's just the only wound, how much understand, miss your heart, how much indifference, wipe away the only cherishment, love is like a dream, just the wound of longing.

made a mistake, fell in love with a separation, read a haggard, love is like this, missing is so sad, withering heart, facing the world, always makes a person miss the scenery, so that a person has no chance to narrate.

People who cherish always say this, people who part, always ask like that, the world of the future, a once, a promise, this world is very simple, a love, a distant cherishing and reading of longing, just hurt.

The reliance of longing, hiding the warm return, how much sad temperature, how much gentle illusion, memories always want to be bitter, a person bears too much disappointment, and the last mountains and rivers are just an excuse for wandering.

The dream is awake, the people are scattered, the heart that reads, the haggard fate, the cherishing of each other, just the happiness of no fate, wipe away the last advice, let you remember, so difficult, so difficult, let me remember, always tears.

A temperature, a regret, always think of it, always be so lonely, love is a kind of sadness, but also a kind of distant hope, from now on, a person, missing the ferry of two people, sadness can only leave too much helplessness.

Giving up a feeling, losing a mood, the hurt of reading, the dream that missed, the smile that broke the end, how much to lose, how much to cherish, just the perception of life, just the strangeness of life.

The freedom of love, the sad disappointment, how many labyrinths, how many illusions, going wrong, seeing the wrong, loving the wrong, looking at people with love eyes, seeing a piece of loss, looking at people with a sea of people, seeing a piece of helplessness, the heart of reading is hurt.

Lonely understands, haggard heart, always so charming, always so unbelievable, how much to remember, how many illusions, just your love, how much breathing into a person's teardrops and loneliness.

The fate of goodbye, each other's hearts, hiding helplessness, hiding disappointment, haggard a person's heart, reading a person's dreams, caring for the afterlife, and feeling a person's cherishment.

A cherish, a parting, how much bitter water, missing a person's unreachable, waiting for a person's pain, and finally in the end, just forgetting a person's heart, waiting for a person's fault.

The loneliness in the heart, almost crazy, the person is tired, the person who waits is gone, the heart is haggard, the only one, the rest is the injury, the only one, the only thing left is loneliness, and finally, one parting and two wide, the atrium is hurt.