Tired, really.

Concerts, film and television dramas, goodbye. I'm really tired, I'm going to become a monk!

Decades, ups and downs, ups and downs. started with a small trick, and didn't even have a straight face, let alone lines, and until now, a photo has hundreds of thousands of royalties. I'm really tired.

The cold ice rain slapped indiscriminately on the face, the warm tears mixed with the cold rain, the color in front of me was suddenly covered, your shadow lingered mercilessly around you, you were like an executioner betraying me, my heart seemed to be slaughtered by a knife.

I'm tired, I don't want to play with the Excalibur of Fate anymore.

Decades of struggle, decades of selling face, do you only deserve it in exchange for one sentence?

I'm really tired, fans, stop being nostalgic. Goodbye, I'm going to be a monk.

I remember that outside the quiet village, there was a stupid child, born in the Lu Zero years, when he was in his teens, he was not afraid of the sun, and he worked hard to find that in the Qi Zero years, his friends did not need to irrigate, and the flowers would naturally bloom.

In the blink of an eye, this stupid child has reached the zero era again, at the end of his thirties, it is neither good nor bad, after the nine zero years, he is most helpless himself, and he will always slow down others.

Fortunately, he persevered.

However, he was tired, really tired, and didn't want to see the flowers bloom anymore.

I used to love chasing dreams when I was young, and I just wanted to fly forward. traveled through thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, and could not go back all the way.

Suddenly looking back, the love is far away, and the body can't help but be on the horizon. Only then did I understand love and hatred, and the most hurtful and painful thing is regret.

If you hadn't broken your heart, you wouldn't have understood my grief. When I have tears in my eyes, don't ask me who I'm for. I forgot about it all.

Ah, give me a glass of love water, so that I don't shed tears all night. All sincerity, let it rain and blow the wind. You can't get back the love you give.

Give me a glass of forgetful water, so that I will not be sad for the rest of my life. Even if I get drunk, even if I will be heartbroken, I will not see me cry.

I'm really tired and tired, I'm going to become a monk.

After years of time, I realized how imperfect the world is. There are some delusions about success or failure.

How wide the sea is, how deep the rivers and lakes are, the talents in the bureau understand.

At the beginning of life, you are reluctant to live your life, and you are not afraid of being misunderstood by you.

Who has not been hurt, who has not shed tears, why hide in the dark, suffering and self-pity?

I keep disappointed, I keep wishing, bitter to taste myself, laugh and share with you. Now standing on the stage, it is inevitable to panic.

If you want to fly high, you should forget about the horizon.

I'm finally going to become a monk. After waiting for a long time, I finally waited for today, and I dreamed for a long time and finally realized my dream.

I'm finally going to become a monk. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I have finally realized my dream after enduring it for a long time.

Those constant wind and frost have long been irrelevant.

If you are tired, you will say that you are tired. Why regret it.

The future is long for you, and I will not stand by your side no matter what.

I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I have finally realized my dream after enduring it for a long time.

Those unchanging wind and frost don't matter for a long time, tired is tired!

I was lonely in the cold wind, and I cried in the dark.

I will always hide all my sadness in a corner where no one can find out after it is calm.

Forget it, I said to myself, take those broken memories of the past.

Locked in a dusty drawer never lifted again, like a fallen leaf blown by an autumn wind, gone with the wind.

Romantic legends are like a song, and there is always more sadness than laughter.

The most beautiful is always fruitless, and the dreams that have been chased have come to naught.

Without a trace, I was left alone in the wind and looked back frequently.

On a windy night, there was always a cold light rain outside the window, as if I heard that sad song.

There is no concern, no pain, no forgetting, only by opening up can we transcend the vicissitudes of life.

I like to dream, because dreams are beautiful, satisfy the soul, and forget the tiredness.

Instead of complaining all day long, it is better to concentrate on facing it, and only with a generous heart can you fall asleep with a smile.

The starlight of the moon is frank, and a clear light is reflected in the eyes.

It's simple and light, and it will accompany me on the road and go far away.

Near the water around the distant mountains, the grass grows along the horizon, and the world is full of peaks and turns.

When the storm swells up around you, hope can be close to you. It was rumored that he and hers had heard of suspicion for no reason.

Somehow, it became a romantic legend, and after being passed on thousands of times, it became a matter of fact.

Don't ask me how many people I've loved in my life.

You don't understand how deep my wounds are, and it's always cruel to peel them open.

I advise you not to be an infatuated person, and keep a few points for the time being.

I don't like to be lonely, but I'm afraid of two people getting along, which is clearly a pain.

When there are many people, they are the most silent, and the smile is lonely.

I'm really tired and don't want to wear a mask to keep me the way I am. I'm going to become a monk.

In the red dust, find someone to love you.

Tears began to fall as I avoided your tenderness.

Don't dare not want to shouldn't, thank you for your love.

I have to exist, like a speck of dust, and it will still hurt you.

Don't dare not want to shouldn't, thank you for your love.

I have to exist, in your future, I am most afraid that this will bring you eternal harm.

So don't miss anymore, don't wait any longer, wait for my love. Waiting is just out of desperation.

Don't hesitate any longer, don't wait any longer, think about it, youth is gone.

I'm tired, really tired, I'm going to leave home, I'll leave tomorrow.

Now I finally understand that no one will come back casually.

The promises were all perfunctory, and I guess it was fate.

I'm leaving tomorrow and I can't help but cry.

When a person climbs high, he falls painfully, and the wind blows before the rain comes.

Scolding people and ignorance means that you don't understand and are afraid, but you are afraid that in the end it will be empty.

Wandering in the night sky, wandering makes me no longer lonely.

What kind of person and which pair of eyes does not need the comfort of a lover?

Which heart and which love, don't want to hold hands until tomorrow?

But I'm tired and don't want to play any of these games. I'm going to become a monk.

If love is like a flower, love will be vicissitudes after all.

Don't ask me how I'm going to be forever.

Looking at the origin and extinction of the world, don't laugh at me, I have no regrets.

Who knows how love is true forever?

I can't see, I can't hear the promise that lasts forever.

I only see and I hear only the lingering that I once had.

I'm tired, really tired.

The body is tired, the heart is tired, so tired, so tired, so tired.

I want to become a monk.

Perhaps only a quiet monastery can give me peace of mind.

Maybe only the distant sound of the bell can make me sleep.

The phone is constantly noisy, and the boss is constantly making noise, and he can't escape.

After the worksheet is done, it comes again and does not throw it off.

It feels good to be home, and to leave the world alone.

Soak your busy and tired brain from a long day in hot water.

Let every cell forget about troubles.

If I left for a second longer, it would have reduced the pain of thinking about you tomorrow, and I would be willing to let go of everything.

Happiness is only a glass of hourglass, watching the sweet scenes, there will be no more ordinary and unremarkable possession.

It seems like a helpless luxury now.

I've started practicing, the world doesn't have you.

I have said goodbye to tears and not to cry. But how can the love of the countdown continue?

I practice every day, and I get familiar with it every day, in a city without you.

Try to erase all the good things and memories that you once shared in each of the two worlds.

Love is 10,000 hectares of forest, but it is me and you who are lost.

Didn't you say that you would break out together, how could you leave me alone?

I've started to practice, the world doesn't have you, and I've said goodbye to tears not to cry.

In a city without you,

Try to remove each two-person world,

All the good things and memories that we once had together.

I'm tired, really tired, my eyes are tired, my ears are tired, and I don't want to see you again. I'm going to become a monk.

Let us be the companions of the red dust and live a happy life.

Seek, seek, and disappear in silence.

I can't always find memories, I can't find the truth that has been forgotten.

A lifetime of past, you abandon bit by bit.

Pain, grief, heartache, hatred, loss of you.

Maybe it's not easy to separate, maybe it's not okay to love each other, it's painful and grief-grieving, and it's painful to hate and lose yourself.

I'm going to be a monk tomorrow. Tomorrow I will lose you.

Don't weep, don't grieve, it's not a sin to lose happily.

The Black Bat Squadron, assembled and ready to take off.

The autumn wind blows mercilessly, the fallen leaves float all over the ground, and the water flows mercilessly, like ripples going east.

Please stop crying, that sad song, when the maple leaves are red again, I will come back to see you.

I don't want to see you again, covering up old lies with new lies.

I've already felt that you're boring.

You just politely continued, the vows that had been given to me.

At the age of seventeen, I was shameless and participated in the challenge.

Celebrities also have training classes, which are too fresh in just one year.

I remember that the fourth brother and the fat brother have already met, and later, the promotion to the protagonist was too sudden.

At the twenty-nine-year-old awards dinner, the fans were too crazy.

Come and listen to me sing a love song, the lyrics are too classic, and my tremolo and falsetto have long been too proficient.

However, love songs are never tired of singing.

I'm willing to give up everything.

Escaping is not the truth of the face.

See clearly the pity you have planted, and repeat the continuation of regret.

Say goodbye to you, I'm lonely and find a companion, I'm not used to stealing joy alone, and I don't dare to relax when I say goodbye to you.

Turn the earth upside down, come turn the earth upside down, come turn the earth upside down.

Send away the worries today and liberate only to be free.

I was born free and easy, don't make me worry, if I want to vent and give you a dead throat.

It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all blame that I can't see that things are going to have another result, when love doesn't wait for the melon to ripen.

It's all because I'm too persistent, but I can't fight back the torn promise, a story can only come to an end, and the wind blows and the leaves fall.

It's all because there are too many love stories, perfect, I'm so embarrassed today, giving is equal to gaining, that's self-righteousness.

It's all to blame for the love story too many perfect I am full of regret today, short is equal to permanent, that is self-righteousness.

The love is deep and shallow, and you and I know to cherish it.

I had to wait in the next life to start each other's stories.

Life after life, in endless dreams.

There is no concern, no pain, no forgetting, only by opening up can we transcend the vicissitudes of life.

I like to dream, because dreams are beautiful, satisfy the soul, and forget the tiredness.

Instead of complaining all day long, it is better to concentrate on facing it.

Occasionally, I turned up the diary, the story between you and me, and the memories one by one, and the memories were meaningless.

Pain, grief, heartache, hatred, loss of you, maybe it's not easy to separate, maybe it's not okay to love each other.

Tomorrow I will be a monk, please forget me, dear friend.