Flowers and butterflies, blue tears, missing is easy to get drunk, whose beauty is intoxicated by love, love doesn't matter, thoughts go in a hurry, a beauty, a love has no regrets. The drunkenness of tears in life, love is the dream of a hundred flowers, butterflies fly, love is haggard, tears say goodbye, butterflies love flowers, flowers love butterflies, love makes people have no tears, life makes people miss, look at each other, in love, there is no chance to say goodbye in this life, love looks at the sky alone.

Dreams come in pairs, people come in pairs, love divides the last thoughts, a glass of wine, a period of death, and a period of madness, a lover's wine, the tears of longing, a period of wind, a period of ruthlessness, butterfly flowers bloom and fall, light rain and residual wind, just a drop withering. Flowers are crying, people are haggard, and there is a heart with each other, the memories are beautiful, but I can't see the final answer, love is with you, dreams are with you, there is no fate in this life, love has no tears, and there is true love in missing.

The memories are so beautiful, the love is so true, the life is so sad, there is a butterfly love flower, and there is a song that has no chance in this life. Fate gathers and scatters, love is too much, people are very tired, just sad and hide their eyebrows, no longer look back when they meet, love each other, people look at each other, there is still a tear in the bottom of my heart, but I was intoxicated by parting in previous years. Regret the beginning, regret the last regret, love someone is so tired, waiting for a person is so bitter, a kind of sorrow, a night petal.

Flowers are crying, people are haggard, promises are dropping, memories can't be found, thoughts are missing, who looks at the love past, and who meets at the cape of life. The thoughts around me hide too many thoughts, the heart that has been loved is far away, the tears in my heart, a dream of red dust, the rivers and lakes are not reunited, just a miss. Crying red eyes, longing faces, looking at each other with sorrow, saying goodbye, seeing goodbye, but there is no reunion in life, and there is a goodbye reading, hiding the haggard in the dream, hiding too much indifference.

Sorrow, a glass of wine, a stream of tears, life, flowers and butterflies flying, young people, where are the people, longing for the change of life, changing their thoughts in their dreams. I miss it too much, it's too simple, the heart I have loved has gone away, it's just a gentle picture, I can't say the last thought, the kite is broken, just because I miss it too much, I suddenly look back, and in a hurry that year, the heart that I loved is no longer there.

Love for a minute, miss for a lifetime, miss is a melody, sad people, learn to listen to the world, lonely people, learn to wait for life. Looking at the sky, I think of the vast vicissitudes of life, going to different things, just sharing a cup of tears, a dream, a longing, but a different frequency. I want to take another look, I want to say goodbye more, but there is still a kind of understanding in life, and I don't pay attention to too much of life.

There is a heart, and a tear, there are too many things that don't matter, lovers, thoughts, always regret, always don't care, one goodbye, one never again, love is a mystery, life is a regret, always innocent, always helpless intoxication. The wandering heart, the heart is sad about himself, too many tears, rushing himself, not understanding the mysterious time, he has pale himself, for the goodbye that belongs to the future.

There is a jealousy in my heart, and a kindness, life is not easy, I always grow old, I am grateful for the regretful love and the lost heart. I want to let go, but I can't help myself, I want to hide, it's just that life is not easy, there are too many grievances, and there are too many sorrows. At dawn, crying on a person's face, I can't help myself, but there are still distress and tears in front of me, hiding too many years and smiles.

A person laughs, a person suffers, a person hides too much helplessness to restrain him, just a kind of waiting, waiting for a time, pale a love, a moving heart, a lost dream, and a touched, lost the last attention, lost the rehearsal of life. Love, life, you are the only one, just a dream of goodbye, pale the bitterness of life, the rain one after another, and confess the last fate to gather and disperse.

The thoughts of the end are just an escape from life, what I didn't understand in the past, what I was familiar with, passing by, smiling slightly, just a tear, a goodbye look back on that year. Looking at each other, walking in the perception of life, there is always a familiarity, there is always a lack of fate, and a minute of black dusk, a minute of dawn, the age of breakup, pale the continuation of the last love.

Love is not the only one, longing has become withering, the flowers of life bloom and fall, there is a style, there is also a kind of miss, a broken heart, always lonely living, helpless soul, always sad waiting, there is a kind of loneliness, there is also a kind of old age, life is always lonely, pale in the most bitter dreams. The scenery is ruined, the time is unique, and there is a kind of sadness, the heart of missing, which is always irretrievable.

A lonely heart, a person who is wounded, longs for the future world, does not hurt his soul. The scenery has changed, the thoughts have been broken, life has changed, and there is a kind of hazyness, hiding the confession of life, hiding the discomfort of powerlessness, but the season of flowers is a life that you can't see. The scenery is falling and the flowers are blooming, and the fate of life is still the concern, two tears, and a confession.

In this life, in the next life, one forever, one is close at hand, and there is a heart door, knocking on the last loneliness, as if I can listen to the whole world, but I can't understand the feeling of distress. Sad sentences, helpless lyrics, hiding a person's confession, hiding a person's world, only to know that love will regret, tears are serious, but the life that I don't understand, hiding too much helplessness, restraining the future of life, compassionate heart.

The autumn wind and falling leaves, just a parting, a landscape, goodbye to the last forget, love, the only one, the last thoughts can't be said. The aesthetic mentality, the last sadness that can't be seen, the loneliness of life, the sadness that hides the cause, the only confession, is a kind of sad vividness, and there is a kind of listening, the style has changed, the love is scattered, the only waiting is also scattered, the love has not been seen through, but the people are far away.

You are in my world, I am in your smile, just because of an understanding, just because of a goodbye, and a hazy, sad teardrop, haggard attention of a lifetime, nostalgia for life, sad last soul. Dream is a love, people are an understanding, and there is a kind of loneliness, hiding the fate and the last exhaustion. It's tears, a seriousness, fate, a fate, a dream, a parting, always such a ruthless goodbye, in exchange for a bruise all over the place.

Thousands of storms, thousands of pounds, a voice, there is a mistake, life is lost, there is a loss, the kite is broken, life is wrong dream. One is free and easy, and there is a cup of broken tears, hiding too much helplessness, hiding tears, moths to the fire, just because of a mistake in love. Go with the wind, love tears, hide helplessness, hide prayers, but that goodbye is still a fateless telling.

In the dream, in the love, it is just a minute of tears, a smile, a crying for a day, a memory, and a heart that has broken a lifetime. There is a kind of confession, called never to see again, and there is a kind of belief, called goodbye, regret stranger, only to know that the emotion of life is just a sentence of regret. Goodbye, goodbye is just around the corner, I can't say the regret and parting of life, the lost heart, goodbye to that love, I can't say what I miss in my heart.

Love tears, longing is a frequency, a distressed life, always because of the helpless ending, sad the last helplessness. The scenery misses the last familiarity, life misses the person who knows best, a cup of stay, and a sadness, a lost heart, always powerless, the loneliness of life, always unable to confess their tears, hiding too much distress, hiding too much withering, is a landscape, is a beauty.

Falling tears, dripping thoughts, and a warmth, crying face, sad last picture, a glass of wine, a love, sad last confession, engraved with the last familiarity, become a stranger in this life. One goodbye, one is missing, tears are leaving, people are suffering, and there is a cry hiding tears. The sadness of tears, the confession of people, the last tenderness that I can't say, I can't see the familiar love, and I don't know my own heart.

It's late at night, people are cold, the thoughts are not broken, the vast thoughts, the wandering of their own invisible, the regret of the last stay, the haggard of sad life, a period of understanding, a fate, hiding haggard, hiding too much indifference. The scenery has changed, the love has been scattered, the fate has been broken, life has begun to wander, the wandering heart has been injured, and the goodbye regret has not been lost.

I often think of the parting at the beginning, the smiling flowers blooming and falling, and I lost my last life for the frequency of missing. The heart of gratitude, the last self that has been hurt, the lonely heart, the hesitation of life, the too many worries, is a kind of touching, but also a kind of beauty. Love, the goodbye of a few people, in exchange for an agreement in the heart, the retention of a few people, in exchange for a person's world, just a passing smile.

Looking back on the past, people share tears, love is not a word, life is not a person, once the most beautiful, love tears, a person is wrong, a person misses, just looking back on the past, missed yourself, lost tears, love divided dreams, and finally broke love, wounded hearts, can only be tasted alone. A lonely life, a taste of indifference, flowers blooming and falling, there is a melody, and there is also a kind of renunciation, but I can't erase the last memories.

The old heart, the lost dream, and a kind of calmness, hide too much fate. In life, you are the only one, not the only goodbye in your heart, and the goodbye you look back on is just a dream without a chance. In a hurry, life was just a glass of wine, a paragraph, and a vicissitudes of life. The story begins every day, and life gives up every day, but the frequency of missing is always borne by one person and cried by one person.

Giving is a kind of moving, love is a kind of tears, memories of missing, can't write the last mess, the melancholy of love, can't move the last occasion. Goodbye, never again, the lost heart, hiding too much helplessness, the lack of fate in life, and wiping away too many regrets. There is a kind of renunciation, called tears, and there is a kind of love, called looking back on the past, tears of regret, and can't tell the goodbye and vows of the past.

Touched heart, old life, lost tears, changed the frequency of longing, missing, love, there is a kind of understanding, called letting go. In another life, there is always a goodbye, there is a goodbye, there is a change, called attitude, there is a listening, there is also a beauty, the lost dream, the retained, etc., just a regret, a waiting that will never be seen again.

Missing is very beautiful, waiting is very bitter, sad and not speaking, a sentence is far away, it has been lost, too much love, become a bubble, too much, etc., in exchange for bruises everywhere. The lost heart, the one who can't see through life, the helpless heart, the one who can't see through the last sadness. What is happiness, is it a wait, or continue to miss, missing is very bitter, waiting for a person, very lonely, hiding a sad self, hiding the lack of attention in life.

The indifferent heart, the indifferent tears, the dreams of the years hidden, there is also a kind of scenery, called goodbye, and there is a goodbye, called extravagant hope. Life is so far, and I miss it so tired, but that loneliness hides the sorrow of life, and hides too much indifference. The dream of giving, there is a kind of luxury, there is also a kind of teardrops, love, you are a blur, you are an invisible luxury, hiding an indifferent desire, hiding a look back that will never be seen again.

Time began to change, life began to choose, is to fall in love with someone, is to wait for a heart, but it is not easy to lose yourself and lose the last. Every touch, every time together, is an unspeakable oath, a promise that can't wait. I heard that the world is so big, there is a mistake, a dream in life, and a memory, the longing is very bitter, waiting has become the loneliness of missing, the dream that can't be broken up, it's just a topic that can't be mentioned.

The embarrassment of love, the emaciation of waiting, and the only, the only tears, the only thoughts, hiding the indifference, hiding the loss of oneself. Regret goodbye, regret lovesickness, love breakup, lost dreams, vicissitudes of the last easy, crying for a lifetime, waiting for a lifetime, just a sentence of regret too late. In my dreams, in my heart, there is a kind of understanding, a kind of extravagant hope, and a lonely mood, so that I can't regret the love I once had.

Love, etc., the dream in the heart, there is a kind of bitterness, there is also a kind of goodbye, how many tears in the past, how many dreams in the present, and how much love, just a glass of wine, a past, can't wipe the last forget, changed the last thought. Kissing goodbye clothes, hiding too much dust, just that cup of longing, hiding loneliness, hiding tears, hiding the helplessness of life.

A kind heart, sad helplessness, hiding a period of restraint, hiding a tear, there is no future in life, and a yesterday, called the melody of missing. How much wind and rain, how many goodbyes, just in exchange for a passing shoulder, how much waiting, how many tears, in exchange for a dream, thinking and thinking, asking and asking, just a restraint, a person who will never see again, cold heart, bitter himself, only to know that love is far away.

The tears are gone, love tears to see themselves, the lost future, the sad life, just a glass of wine, a lovesickness. Look at each other, miss it, it's just a sorrow, a conscience, hiding endless dreams, hiding helpless tears, and a loneliness, there is also an old age, the world begins to change, life begins to be haggard, only the beauty, hiding too many thoughts, cold their hearts, lonely future sorrow.

Love is a kind of loneliness, but also a kind of lack of fate, life seems to have a lot of tears, and there are still a lot of begging. The beauty of the story, hidden in the tears of time, there is a pale life, and a goodbye without a fate. The scenery is flawless, love is beautiful, hiding the goodbye of life, hiding the endless hope of love, hiding too much looking back.

Giving is a kind of touching, listening is a miracle, there is always a conscience, there are a lot of tears, there is always a kindness, there is too much tolerance, and in the end it is just a passing sentence. Smile, listen to all the wind and rain, sadness, face the yesterday of life, only to know that love began to go away, life began to be helpless, but the old world, took away the last look, your smile, mine can't see.

Sad people, missed their own understanding, helpless people, missed their youth, and still have an understanding, but they understand, can't get it. Love, missing, you are a word, you are an invisible, there are too many hidden, just no fate, just no chance to say goodbye. Looking back on the past, life is helpless, passing by, smiling once, but the sadness can't be said, life still sings too much disappointment and disappointment.

Life is not afraid of losing, but love is lonely, longing is a frequency, but also a kind of terrible, love can make people haggard, but also make people regret. Giving up is a kind of love, getting is a kind of tears, later, fate gathers and scatters, there is a kind of miss, a lost tomorrow, tears of love, and a kind of touching, hiding a helpless heart, giving up is a kind of moving, failure is a kind of wonderful, and there is a kind of sadness, called understanding.

Lost heart, there is a kind of crying, sad tears, and a kind of helplessness, life is always inadvertent, missing is a kind of fate, love is a kind of romance, the thoughts that have been walked together, the dawn that has been walked together, since then the rivers and lakes are divided, your smile, my tears. There are always a lot of touches in life, and there are also a lot of losses, too many and too many, there is always one who doesn't pay attention, and there is always one who doesn't care, which is called loving you without regrets.

Ten fingers are clasped, love tears, missing is a very indifferent thing, there are always miracles in life, and there is a kind of sadness, hiding too much indifference, hiding a lifetime of life. A glass of wine, a paragraph, a piece of cinnabar, a piece of elegance, in a dream, it's just a missed song. How far is a lifetime, a song and a sentence, and a period of hurtful helplessness, but an unspeakable life.

I regret the beginning, say goodbye to the past, love is missing, miss regret, miss a piece of beauty, miss a period of wandering. The regret of love, the happiness of missing, but you can't live it all over again, how good is love, how many weeks is life, it's just a story, a dream that will never be seen again. The wandering heart hides powerlessness to tell, hides too much pain, but unspeakable vulnerability.

In a word, a period of indulgence, there is still life that can't be seen again, and there is longing for not believing, the story starts every day, every reunion in life, just a passing teenager, the breakup of love, and the missed final parting. Love has come, but I didn't grasp it well, just the dream of believing, the tears of missing life, there is a blessing, there is also a period of spirit, there is a period of longing, and there is also a period of beauty that can not be seen again.