Lost, only to know that love is simple, longing is very bitter, the romance of life is not a word, nor a person, there is always some helplessness, there is also some sadness, loss, let yourself learn too much, forget too much, only the withering, scraping the most beautiful fireworks. Love in the scenery is a person's appreciation, and it is also a beautiful word. The fragile world is always lonely and sad, and the desolation of life is a kind of helplessness and a kind of pity.

Missing the elegance of the world, a person wandering on his own street, scarred all over the ground, but the desolation, can't pick it up. Every breakup is the true meaning of love, every time I miss it, it is a lucky memory, the initial picture, the emotion of life, how much love is, and wait a few times to know that the world is so big, life is so slow, and the speed is just a helpless song, hidden in the invisible world.

The years are like a dream, the wind and the moon are like a song, the red dust is smiling, but there are all kinds of charms, in the world of flowers, in the world of people, or in their own destiny, there is a should, and there is also a breakup. Say goodbye with tears, there is no reason in life, a trembling soul, an unspeakable opening, or the last retention, a belief, a wound, in the inner world, so helpless, so hard to believe.

The world began to be heroic in life, he was just a lonely boat, how far away love was, how difficult life was, he knew that the world was opposite, life was lonely, only that was hard to believe, or hidden in his chest, every time he couldn't guess, he was helpless. The picture in my heart, the emotion of life, the lingering in the inner world, the kite of a person, the loneliness of a person.

Sorrow, always want a glass of spirits, hurt okay, ask yourself, only to know that it is difficult to let go, unspeakable reasons, the stay of life, life and life to retain. Strong reason, lost tenderness, missed the most beautiful youth, from then on, that smile has become the beginning of sadness, a tearful wound. Strong reasons, giving up the most beautiful stay, one should, belong to the breakup of two people, but the helpless street corner has become the end of life.

The most true heart, the deepest missed wounds, a farewell to the past, the thoughts can't be spoken, love has a kind of touching, but also a kind of helplessness. There is no dress rehearsal in life, the thoughts are too cold, there is a kind of unspeakable, the waiting is too bitter, there is a kind of hard to believe, life is always so sad, love is always so withered, missing is a lifetime, and worrying is a moment. It's a long time, it's just a legend, lovers love people, but they love the wrong person, and wait for the wrong lover in time.

The smallness of the world makes me learn to forget, but I can't think of the wandering of love, and my own embarrassment. The whole world that worries about yourself knows that life is so precious, life is so simple, missing is a moment, waiting is also a moment. I asked myself, waited for myself, and when I saw someone else's figure at the end, I couldn't say the original name.

There is a kind of emotion that cannot be forgotten, the sadness hidden in the eyes, the sadness in the heart, and it is difficult to remember the initial tenderness. The bleak life is always careless, separated by love and hate, missing the first words and remembering the last parting. Unforgettable and unforgettable, just a thought, a ruthless, waited for a long time, only to know that sadness is not a word, waiting is not a person, there is a wandering, a brush that belongs to life, and it is also a ruthless fate.

Avoiding a person, seemingly forgetting the evening and night, waiting for a person who loves himself, seems ten thousand impossible. The separation of love, the responsibility of trust, is just a minute, a goodbye, many words cannot be said, many things are scattered and scattered before they are remembered. The difference of love, the miracle of waiting, is just a love, a self that can not turn back after love, believing in the final encounter, and in the end it is also impossible.

The fate is deep and shallow, just a kind of brush, there is no fate in life, just a kind of miss, how many waits, missed the most true fate, how much love, missed the first dream. Why can't people who love each other be together, why are thoughts always wandering alone, the smiles of two people wander in their hearts, miss the most beautiful twilight, leave the familiar dawn, life has not met, and there is no life to meet again.

Bitter pleading, just the sadness of life, in the end, it is better to smile slightly, life is still the second sun. lost love, and the sky I looked up to, lost yesterday, and flowers blooming and falling, there are always rights and wrongs in life, and there are helpless misses. Life is not a word, nor a person, there is a wait, there is also a helplessness, is it the wind or the choice of fate, don't miss it to yourself.

The spark of life, there is a kind of hope, there is also a kind of unforgettable, the meteor of life, there is a kind of wandering, there is also a kind of sadness. The miracle of the world is not for love, but for sadness, it is always a person who goes to the end, loses, only to know that love comes so easily, and it will not be sad when you get it, since sadness comes, life has changed, the scenery has been missed, love, love, lover is gone.

Pay a wait, get a belief, love love, just love the wrong love, love love just love the wrong person. There is a kind of hope, and there is also a kind of unforgettable, there is no goodbye in life, and there is no so-called belief, it's just a lonely sadness, a fragile soul. The scenery is picturesque, the years are missed, just a kind of cold, just a kind of waiting, the love that I believe is so inadvertent, and the missed thoughts will still shed tears.

There is a kind of suffering, there is also a kind of loneliness, after the elegance, it is just a kind of miss, there is no right or wrong in love, just love, wrong, in the end, it is still a person who quietly leaves. The scenery changes, the love changes, the people who miss the same change, sad and lost, only to know the simplicity of the soul, the helplessness of life, and the opening of the pattern. A person, a fate, a self, a loss, missing is a lifetime, and loss is a love that cannot be cherished.

There is a kind of coldness, called helplessness, a kind of sadness that is no longer seen, and the feeling of missing a person is wandering, sad, and miserable. When every time I am moved, I start to cry, the flawlessness of life is just a goodbye creature, and the beauty is hidden in the deepest corner, I can't see the listening of life, I can't remember the initial touch, just a word of tenderness, a compassion. There is no dress rehearsal in life, and there are not too many second encounters, just an accident, which is taken seriously for a lifetime.

The heart of missing, there is a touching truth, sad people, always unforgettable, lost people, always remembering, the last forget, just a touched, an inattentive goodbye, life seems to have met, there is also goodbye, just a dream, a wandering. Missing the most beautiful years, only the seriousness, which belongs to the inner emotion, is hidden in the eyes, said in the eyes, or can't see through the scenery of life, and can't think of the most beautiful care.

Love, I can't say it, wait, I can't see through it, but that touching conscience is still hidden by a person, I said it ten thousand times, I think of it for a thousand years, and I know that love and hate parting is just a momentary feeling, and I have to say it with tears for a lifetime. Writing the love of life, not going to Greece and not knowing mythology, not listening to Sanskrit, not understanding the true meaning of life, love, lover, just a word, two different worlds.

The opposing wind chimes, the self that understands life, a song, a sentence, a lifetime, hidden too deeply, too true, just that indifferent, hidden very deeply, thinking far away, there is a dazed, there is also a difficult to change, a lot of memories, just a kind of loneliness, a kind of vicissitudes of life is difficult to say goodbye. Guarding the inner world, there is a kind of listening, there is also a kind of deception, there is no encounter in life, there is no goodbye to the vicissitudes of life, just a sentence, a turn.

The flowers bloom and fall, who cut the initial tenderness, who used the parting of love, the crying turn, just a smile hidden in the heart, put in a dream, every time I think of it, it is an unspeakable sentence, moving the world, only I can't see the former turn. The world is so big, life is so bitter, only lovesickness is difficult, only the sadness of missing can't tell the ups and downs of life, the truth of love, but the last one doesn't understand life.

Love is like a storm, a goodbye can break a lifetime, maybe it's just an unspeakable reason, maybe it's just a goodbye that you look down on, you can't say the frequency of longing, and you can't feel the wandering of waiting. Whether it's waiting, or no fate, just a miss, it's fate, or missing, it's just an unbelievable change, it's the heart of love, or the fate of tears, if you can't say it, people will disperse.

If love can go back, the thoughts will not stay, there is still a smile in life, hope is still in the heart, a touch, a beauty, but it is a pity that the world is always full of bruises. The sadness of life, a poignant, a blur, a miss, and a helplessness, is it a heartfelt speech, or a helpless goodbye, there is always a piece that can't be said, and there is a world that can't be seen clearly, hidden deeply, seen far away, only to know that it is unforgettable.

There is a coldness in my heart, from the beginning to the end, it is a bleakness, there is a wait in the dream, from the end to the back, it is a helplessness. People who are moved are just because they are fragile and helpless, just because they have gone too much, they are tired, their feelings are scattered, and their efforts are messed up. Dreams, deep and shallow, are just an endless word, people, just a life that can't be seen through by asking questions, not asking about the afterlife, it is all sad, and the endless vows are tears.

Wandering heart, there are always some words that are difficult to say, the sadness of life, and a helplessness, hidden very true, very true. The world is so big, life is so wide, there is a cold, there is also a restraint, the helplessness of cold, the transience of loss, it seems that the whole world is just a listening, only the one that can't see clearly, still lingering in the eyes, loving a person too little, waiting for a person too early, just slowly getting old, slowly getting old.

When people reach middle age, they understand love, see through the true feelings, just a lingering, can't say the true meaning of life, can't remember the initial parting, old and old, can't tell the world, can't figure out the final parting. The past follows the wind, shuttling through thousands of years, just a miracle, a period of helplessness, as if the whole world has a cold heart, and the hurried year that broke itself off, a dawn, sent away the initial dusk with a smile.