The lyrics of life, the delicacy of monotonous life, there is a meaning, there is also a kind of dryness, embarrassment is my goal, I once hoped that it could, but then it was just a sentence and never saw it again. The language of life is always full of attacks, love is like a storm, the person who misses, loses oneself, falls in love with a mistake, love is lost, and finally the air is only the merciless giving of tears.

To fall in love with you is to fall in love with a mistake, to be sad and locked in a cage, but the lover's thoughts are still roaring, walking alone, talking alone. In the face of the whole world's self, say goodbye, look at one forever, there is a helplessness in my heart, but also a belief, walk in a dream, walk in my heart, the whole world forgets, only the intoxicating lyrics, swaying in the inner world, unforgettable years, can't say their misunderstandings, goodbye, loss.

Listen to a favorite lyrics, think of a person who doesn't understand, plant a cage sadly, listen to the most beautiful lyrics, think about a world that you don't understand the most, only the indifferent coldness, hidden in the heart, ask in the heart, say a wait, wait for a believe, but only that rare, just the world that is difficult to see again, the world that is difficult to understand in a dream, the world is so cold, the human heart is so fragile.

Who cut the last elegance, a person's self, a person's world, in the inner ripples and then dispersed. Love is a word, waiting is a person, saying no more, just can't see the human heart clearly, but the fragility of the indifferent heart, the last of the ruthless life, a parting, a goodbye, a goodbye, just the indifference of life, the self, just the life that does not understand to find the last hope.

The last call of life, just the indescribable world, looking at life, only to know that the world is unpredictable, love is not divided, a parting, a miss, is the attack of a lifetime, the tears of attacking life, the attack of love of life, saying goodbye, saying eternity, eternity can not say their own feelings, a parting, parting with the sadness of life, fragile the last soul.

Time enriches the look back of love, a glimpse of the infinite world, the vicissitudes of love, always come carelessly, love is not wrong, waiting is not over, the sadness of loss, always the ocean of hasty life. A sea of others, goodbye looking back, always floating in the unexpected world. Love, can't say, wait, can't see. The loss of thinking about it every day, etc., is also a kind of loss, a kind of touching, and a kind of infatuation.

Waiting for a world, thinking about a life, drunk inadvertently, missing is a helpless, drunk, infatuated, or why goodbye, it's all a sea of people, and finally silent. Love has a second appearance, there is a kind of hesitation in missing, infatuated questions, intoxicating waiting, a world, or a life, there are some unspeakable questions, and there are some goodbyes that can't wait.

Listen to the appearance of the wind and the sea, remember the original dream, ask if you are on the road, or in the frequency of longing. Move the world. There is a kind of being, called never to see again, and there is a kind of waiting, called silent, related to other shores, there is a sad song, and there is also a word that has no fate. The beauty of sadness, the frequency of longing, still floats in the original corner.

A bumpy life, there is no turning back, and there is no goodbye, a goodbye, a minute, a world, or every sunny day. The dream of life, the edge of the heart, there is a kind of beauty, there is also a kind of hope, the lost world is always simple, the dream of life is always helpless, the pattern is open, the poignant heart is always hidden in the beginning and the end, talking about the world, saying that they are 10,000 reluctant.

10,000 love, 10,000 different, the tears of longing are a kind of indescribable, and there is a kind of incomprehension, the secret room of love, the need for a password, and the goodbye of life, just a kind of listening, there is also a kind of helplessness, the return of life goodbye, the helpless charge of life, just singing with tears, singing sadness to forget, that familiar strangeness, become the helpless side of this life, the fate of three lives.

Whose appreciation, cut the initial listening, whose dreams, ruined the goodbye of life, the world of wind chimes, hurt people's hearts, life seems to be unable to read the last love. Love, looking at yourself, missing, reading the tears of life, heart, desolation and finally hiding kisses goodbye, lost cold, drunk and finally forgetting. A sea of people, the cinnabar of love changes the dream of life.

The flower moon is moving, just a not amazing moonlight, lost, cut, and the last elegance is endless everywhere. There is a kind of decision to lose, there is a kind of loneliness in dreams, the reading of wind chimes is just a kind of sadness of longing, the sea of people, the department of dreams, hidden in the last true heart, hidden in the deepest road. Missing, sincere, lost separation, wandering and helplessness.

A person's world hides sincerity, helplessness, too many tears, a person's truest and most difficult bitterness, helpless loss, just a sad cold. Freeze a person's world, hide too many closures, drive away the cage of love, lock away the last first kiss, the embarrassed heart, just a piece of ruthlessness, a loss, the last understanding, has become an appreciation, the last dream, has become a no-no other thought.

Autumn is gone, life is sad, fragile heart, withering the last parting, who is it, whose ruthlessness it is, who is dyed with the loneliness in the heart, who is it, and who is missing the last other side. The sea of people in the rivers and lakes, the goodbye Fengyue, the life of farewell, there is a kind of difficulty, called love, there is a kind of suffering, called missing, there is a kind of coldness, called goodbye, there is a kind of kiss goodbye, called the next life.

If I love you, please cherish me, if you don't love me, why meet me, love, the lost state of mind is confused, and the lost heart is helpless. The fragile wait, helpless, the fragile soul, just lonely, hiding sorrow, hiding desolation. Wind and snow, indescribable life, crowds of people, incomprehensible truth, many things on the road, a lot of tears in life, just no fate, just an indescribable dream.

The sound of the piano cuts out the original self, the heart is still rippling with the initial sadness, there is no turning back in life, and there is not too much chasing, only the true heart cannot be figured out. The roulette wheel of the world shattered the original love, life is still wandering, the night is late, people are cold, and recently it is still a beauty, sad in the lonely soul. Who tore apart the heart of the lover, who cut the coldness of the dream, and in the end it was just never seen again, and it was bruised all over the place that could not be seen.

The heart of delay, the love of the last parting, there is a kind of touching in life, but also a kind of helplessness, infatuated coldness, and it doesn't matter if you miss life. The erratic love is just a pity, an unforgettable, sad heart is still in the cage, and a wrong sentence in life is a mistake for no reason. You are the only one, the biggest one in life, you are goodbye, the last one is invisible, laughing about life, thousands of chances, just messy.

Wind and snow, infinite love, who missed the past, who cut the initial kiss goodbye, the cold wind blows through the most difficult heart, only to know that the world is unpredictable. It's not romantic to live, it's hard to miss it, it's intoxicating cold, it's slow to miss, it's infatuated that it doesn't matter, and you know that love and hate are not easy when you rub the hearts of people at dawn. The original dream of sadness is who froze the cold wind of the world, who missed the initial cold, just a word of sorry.

Love is unintentional, life is warm and cold, just a sentence of retention, just a stay, the world is beginning to brighten, life is beginning to be haggard, just a goodbye. The words in my heart can't be said, the dream of the sea of people, cut short and flowing, is just a pity, just a feeling, and in the end, it is the world that stays, hiding the helplessness of people's hearts. Separated by a door, there is a true heart that doesn't matter, just a dream, a wanderer who can't remember.

Who is it, love and hate separation, who is it, cutting elegance, are all those who shouldn't be, are all those who can't be imagined, it's just, it's just that the world is big, life is cold, the small world, bit by bit, missing the separation, missing the initial unforgettable. After worrying about the romance of the mood and breaking the infection of longing, I realized that the world is so small and life is so chaotic, just a song of the phoenix, and the rivers and lakes are passers-by from now on.