Who doesn't meet love on one side, and start to get hurt in the next second, how many stories, unforgivable, how many grievances, hiding hesitation, in a person's eyes, a person's meekness, hiding too much suffering.

Is it the longing of life, or the sadness of companionship, a person's wandering, a person's reading, how much love, just a person's burial, the grave in the heart, the loneliness of the future, a person resists, a person supports.

The heart that reads hides too much loneliness, but the bitterness of the heart, hides too many tears, hides too many constraints, a person's dream, hides a heart that does not belong to him, so humble, so haggard.

Waiting for a future, thinking about a loss, how much cold, how much waiting, waiting for a love, waiting for a mistake, is the rendering of dreams, is the perception of life, looking back on the colorfulness of time, it is just an illusion of life.

Waiting for a person's heart, believing that a person's mistake is the fate of the next life, the fate of this life, the afterlife of the Buddha, the fate of this life, is just a person's fate, a person's perfunctory, the brush of the next life, is the sadness of life.

Reading a heart, breaking a person, the fate of the next life, the scenery of this life, the tears of flowers, so humble, so lonely, the scenery hides too many grievances, and there are too many bitter waters in the heart, just sad people, helpless themselves.

The heart that reads hides the look back of life, a person's time, a person's mistakes, misses a person's indifference, hides too many grievances, and a lonely person's heart hides too much right and wrong.

The indifferent heart is the fate of the next life, the mentality of each other, hiding too many hardships, just the inner understanding, hiding too many tears, hiding too much indifference, just the sigh of life, just the night of life, a person to explore, a person to be sad.

It is the test of time, the parting of love, the scenery of a person, the tears of the good time, the Buddha when he comes, the scattering of this life, the hurt of reading, the only failure, the inner emotion, but I don't understand, your fragility.

Wine breaks people's intestines, a lovesickness, ten miles of helplessness, how much bitterness, how much love, how much indifference, hiding a lover, so waiting, waiting for an illusion, believing that one understands, and loses a landscape.

A person's world, a person's heart, such a desire, hides a person's heart, hides a person's understanding, love is the mood, the mood is love, your love is my mood, my love, without your mood.

Life is a painting, but also a strange thing that can not be seen again, many years old, etc., waiting for a scattered, how much to understand, become a person's understanding, love is a kind of concern, but also a kind of flawlessness, reading is a kind of inner harm.

A prosperous life, the end of the indifferent life, read a love eye, see through a world, the indifferent world, hide too much prosperity, your world, hide my heart, my mood, hide a person's dream.

The prosperity of the afterlife, the indifference of a person, reading the inner world, hiding the ups and downs of life, your mood makes me so unbearable, my reading, so hurting myself, the inner world, hiding a wound.