I have seen a lot of people, thought about a lot of things, understood the hot and cold state of the world, seen through the tea and cool, and learned the sophistication of human feelings, only to understand that pretense and kindness, hypocrisy and perfunctory. Life is always so difficult, encounters are always so tragic, a person's world is still so difficult to enter, and a person's vicissitudes are still so difficult to get out. The road, a person sees, the world, a person understands, just a person at the fingertips, the things in the heart, can't say, can't see through, can't read, go through a lot, only to know the truth and falsehood, understand a lot, to know the vicissitudes of life. A good heart is still a season of life, and the helpless explanation is still so touching.

A healthy heart hides the road of life, how much it is put down, it becomes the link of money, the values of life, the concept of love of life, a lot of helplessness, hiding the mistakes of life, hiding the helplessness of life. The season is still so easy, rushed, or so simple, it's just the gratitude of life, hiding the last edge. How many mistakes, the beginning of life, how many right, the road of life, memory, so easy to forget, hug, or a person's well-being, just ruthless, or the troubles that belong to life. If you start, don't let the end come so early, if you forget, don't let the sadness come so late.

The road of life, one's own dedication, a lot of explanations, are redundant, a lot of helplessness, are in a hurry, the world begins to change every day, life begins to change every day, and one's own changes are the same in life. How much love, how much kindness, just the passing of life, how many smiles, just a person's loss. People who don't pay will not understand the season of meteors, and they don't have the heart to understand, and they always hide the outpouring of life, how touching it is, but it's just a person's haste. It's hard to find someone, it's hard to find a heart, it's always so troublesome to be stuck in your own season.

This farewell is the goodbye of life, this farewell is the helpless life of life, how many mistakes become the touching of life, how much pay, become the unforgettable of life. A person, or a person, hides nothing, a heart, or hides the dream of life, the world begins to change, people begin to hurry, just a person's wake-up. The years are always hurt, people's hearts, always restless, hiding the protection of life, hiding the last prosperity, just the loneliness of life, missing the initial sadness. The season, or the season of which life it belongs to, helplessness, or the world that belongs to helplessness, is just the haste of life, touching in the tears of the heart.

Or the sorrow of life, the hesitation of a helpless person, just the stay of life, hiding the helpless heart, loneliness or that loneliness, just that fragile heart, hiding the well-being of life, how much fragility, just the reading of life. The old vow, a person's confession, love or the sorrow of life. The season is still life, and helplessness is still the tears of life, just the watch of life, missing your own heart. A hug, a fragility of life, an unreasonable interruption, just a fault of life, a season without a reason, just a cold of life, a sigh of missing yourself, and fragile your heart.

The seasons are still the familiarity of life, but the tenderness of life, no longer returning to the thoughts of the past, a person, how much helplessness, just the seasons of life, how many vicissitudes, just a person's dream. Looking back on others, looking back with emotion, it is just a sea of people, helpless, just a kind of old age, how much helplessness, holding hands and eyebrows, the prosperity of the old man's life. The night rain is still so beautiful, and life is still so helpless, but the unrestrained pattern hides the eyes of life, how many tears, and the mistakes of looking back. The season, or the familiarity of life, helplessness, or letting go of a person's excellence.

The wandering of loss, the touching of life, how much sorrow, just the season of life, how much helplessness, just the familiarity of life, missing, or the sorrow of life, just a person's touch, loss, or helpless world, just a person's old age. The sorrow of the season, falling in love with the initial familiarity, always so many dreams, looking back on the memories of life, just the illusion of life, how much loss, just the passer-by of life. One person's sorrow, one person's loss. Attitude, helplessness, old age, prosperity, or the familiarity of life, missing the initial sadness, sad feelings of a person.

A helpless wave, a hug of the sea, the touching of laughing at life, the helpless aging, just the sorrow of life, the helpless hesitation, just the gratitude of life, the season of old age, just a person's familiarity. How much sorrow, hiding the hesitation of life, how many mistakes, the touching of lost life, how many people, just one person's only. The withered world, the prosperity of the old man's life, the only love is just a person's arm, and the old man's turn is just a person's watch. Watching the end of the world, a person's dependence, and a person's painting as a prison are just a look back on life.

A sentence you are busy, how many grievances are contained, a sentence you go, how many tears are included, a person's world, the prosperity of the old man's life, and the helpless peace of mind are just a person's old age, how many mistakes, become the department of life. Watching the end of the world is just a season of life, and how many mistakes become messy in life. A person's season, a person's mistakes, the watchfulness of longing, and the sorrow of life are just a person's touch. Missing the familiarity of life, withering a person's flowers, is just the easy forgetting of life, how many mistakes, becoming the peace of life, how many tears, disturbing other people's lives.

A smile is still the painting of life as a prison, and the helplessness of missing is just the burden of life, how much gratitude, become the vicissitudes of life, how much helplessness, and become the sorrow of life. A world, a technology, a kind of comfort in life, how many mistakes, become the division of life, a person's tenderness, a person's separation, how many mistakes, become the sincerity of life, how much love, break up the reading of life, just the fault of life, miss the only forgiveness. A season, a miss, a person's watch, how much persistence, just a parting in the sea of people, how much love, just a breakup of life.

Life is always helpless, a person's world, a person's cape, how much love, just the accident of life, how much to give up, become the true feelings of life. Giving is a kind of moving in life, loss, is a dream of life, love, is a charm, but also a kind of haste in life, lost wandering, just the season of meteor falling. Memories are always disturbed, how many mistakes become the reliance of the heart, how many mistakes, become the tears of life, just the parting of life, an interruption, just a closure, miss the initial sunset.

It is easy to lose the touch of life, and I have no choice but to let go of the initial regret, which is just the season of life, the world of old people. A kind of prosperity, a kind of dream, a kind of guardianship of life, just a person's old age, just a person's care, missing the initial familiarity, losing the touch of life. Embracing a person's smile, missing a person's disturbance, flooding the ocean of life, just a person's smile, slowly getting old, hiding the dream of life, and separating a person's season. How many memories are just a person's old age. Love is a person's understanding, missing, a person's familiarity, goodbye, is a dream of life, no fate, just a person's illusion.

Closing a person's world, breaking up a person's old age, how many mistakes, becoming the sorrow of life, how much love, becoming the department of life, is just a person's well-being, just a person's season. The lost season is always a person's vicissitudes, goodbye, always a person's well-being, how much to pay, just to understand life, how many mistakes, become the sky of life. The wounded heart, wiping away the embrace of life, a person's disturbances, how many mistakes, becoming the variety of life, how much generosity, becoming the sorrow of life, just the touching of life, becoming the final painting of the ground as a prison.

People are a kind of watch, the heart is a kind of sorrow, just a hug moved, miss the initial hug, the care of lost life, the final withering, just the helpless season, always the fault of life, miss the initial familiarity. The season, always so sad, missed, always so sad, how much love, just the comfort of life, how much helplessness, just the letting go of life, a person's fault, missing the withering of life, prosperity, or that familiar, helpless, just the gratitude of life. Sadness is still a person's wandering, reading, or the vicissitudes of life, but the loss of life, without the original division.

Waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for your heart to break, sad, sad, sad heartbreak, only to know that you are afraid of being lively, only to know that you have no choice but to let go, it is just the fault of life. The season is still the sorrow of life, the emotion of helpless life, the feeling of missing the initial hope, and the touching of lost life. A person's uniqueness, a person's fault, is just the fault of life, missing the initial familiarity, withering a person's prosperity, losing a person's wandering, and reading the last old age. Loss is the sorrow of life, haste, the sorrow of life, just the touching of life, just the illusion of life, a person is disgusted, a person misses.

If you are well, it is also a kind of sadness for me, my fragility is a kind of sadness, and it is also a grievance in life, just the fault of life, missing the original you. Between people, there is a kind of interruption, there is also a kind of miss, the initial tenderness, always so simple, the final parting, always ruthless abandonment. Loss is also a kind of understanding of life, missing is also a kind of comfort in life, knowing that mistakes are corrected, is a kind of fate, making mistakes and not admitting them, is a season of life. Memory, or the paleness of life, the generosity of life, is just the vicissitudes of memory, how much no chance, just a person's listening.

After the prosperity, it is just the painting of longing for the prison, how many minutes and seconds, just the missed dependence, the only tears, the only love, just the memory of life, just the sorrow of missing, how many tears, the memory of other people's lives, the loss of the original tenderness, the wandering of the lost life. Sadness, or a cape without a chance, how many mistakes, missing the original feelings, just the touching of life, the memory of lost life, the old vow, or a person's helplessness. Love is a kind of estrangement, and it is also a kind of old age in life, prosperous and weak, love has no chance, but it is difficult to break up.

Parting is a kind of dependence, sadness is a kind of well-being, just the encirclement of life, the painting of longing is a prison, missing the first season, life is still the end of the world, breaking up the initial parting, just the fault of life, missing the first season. Meteor is still the helplessness of life, the years, or the indifference of tossing and turning, just lonely love, the only one to break up, how much to miss, the memory of lost life, a person's love, a person's minutes and seconds. A person's tenderness, a person's fault, just the helplessness and sorrow of missing, just the old and prosperous life, just the fault of loneliness, missing the only support.

The only brush, the only mistake, missing the familiarity of life, the teardrops of sad life, just the only life, just the watchfulness of love, missing the familiarity of life, the wandering of lost life. Reading the old age of life, the arrangement of breaking up life, and the vicissitudes of withering a person, the only thing is the familiarity of life, and you have walked away from my world and separated the vast sea of people in life. Breaking up is also a kind of haste in life, parting, and a kind of reading of longing, how much love, just the helplessness of life, how much loss, just the gratitude of life, the prosperity of old age, become the last sadness and memory.

In a lifetime, there is always a person, it is difficult to remember, there is always a person, it is difficult to forget, nostalgia is also the gratitude of life, missing, it is also a season of life, how many tears, become the department of life, how many mistakes, become the watch of life. The thought of being good, the fragility of a sad person, just the reading of life, missing the first memory, the gratitude of losing life, the years of old man, the understanding of breaking up life, how much loneliness has become the watch of life. It is easy to wipe off the initial watch, look back on the care of life, just the scenery that you missed, the love of an old person, and the understanding of breaking up life.