There is a kind of sadness, inexplicableness, love is a very wonderful story, and also a very magical past. There is a gratitude, and an old age, and the world is like a situation. Only then can you know that flowers bloom and fall, life is fleeting, thousands of mountains and rivers, and people are crowded with people. Only then can you know that lovesickness cannot escape, but the bitterness of your thoughts cannot be described. Life is in the painting, everything is fate. Love is in the eyes, dreams are in the fate, people are in the cold, flowers are in the understanding, sadness is the haggard southern sky of life, still unforgettable.

Infatuation is a ruthless period, life is a kind of infatuation, and it is also a kind of daring to think. When people think about it, they dare not ask. Only when they lose it will know that everything is fate and everything is waiting. The messyness of waiting, the helplessness of hurt, the haggardness of people, and the wasted wind, they will know that flowers blooming without remembering it. It is difficult and difficult. The years have no trace, and have taken away the most beautiful sycamore in life, and it is difficult to see each other for a lifetime. Who cuts it short, whose glory is the person's heart again appears, and the look of wasting longing.

The world is big, life is wide, the road is far away, the horse's strength is known, the wind and moon cry to wine, a glass of wine, a glass of life, this is the impermanence of flowers blooming, this is the time without trace. Who is it, who owes the cold wind to blow away. Desolate stories, beautiful sentences, and a world of understanding, the feelings of life, the wanderings in the heart, but the untouchable feelings, who cut a person's time, who scrapes away his own unforgettable.

The road is easy to be hurt when you go far, and the person is hurt and hate when you know who you have no chance to write down. Who is it? Cut the glory of a lifetime, who is it? Missing the most beautiful years. When you part, you only know that the time is unforgettable, and when you lose, you know that the time is a scar. The anger of life is hidden in the deepest mind. Shorten the confusion of life, the concern in the heart, the painting in the wind, the hazy haste, who is changing the appearance of the wind, and who is making up the wandering of life.

Separating a door, listening to a person, the world is flying, life is running, who is hurting a person's dream, who is cutting the final confusion. Every time the pattern opens and every time the life closes, I realize that love is not the haggardness of a person, not the fatigue of a person, but unforgettable, but difficult to fall into the ink. Thinking of the past, in that year, you were the most beautiful thing you knew, you were the prosperity of the world, and I am now just a grain of cinnabar and a dream in the world.

Love seems to be not a person's business. If hidden too deeply, it will make you unforgettable. Missing is a melody of indifference. Quiet love makes you helpless. Love is indescribable. Dreams are life that cannot be cut. How much love is gone and how many dreams are gone, how many dreams are, lovesickness is not destined. A goodbye to see, an eternal eternity is written in a dream. You see the most difficult me ​​to understand, and I see the most affectionate self.

It takes so much fate to fall in love with someone, understand a world, remember a person's dream, hide in a dream, hide in his own world. Loving others' hearts hurt your dreams, walking in the wind, hurting your eyes, thinning your wings, still wandering at the peak of the world, who cuts the longing and ruins my tears. The drunkenness of tearing the sorrow, the world in the dream, I have an indescribable self on the road of the past, and I look down on the life, how many words and roads, still hard to forget, and hard to remember my past self.

Your beauty, my self, the person who is hurt, what's wrong? It's still the thin self, the wings of life, love yourself, believe in yourself, and what you lose will not come back. After waiting for a world and thinking about yourself, I realized that the years are gone and life is not destined to be. It's just that understanding, and there is still too much hazy, indescribable world, and incomprehensible life. Who cuts the last waiting, loves you for ten thousand years, and that so-called waiting is just to know the self that cannot be seen clearly.

Only the injured heart is still bleeding, an indescribable smell, a kind of pressure that makes oneself believe. In the end, the vows are gone, the love is gone, and the dream is broken, and only then do we know that everything is everything. I regret meeting too late, and the drunk moon is silent. In the hazy world, there is a lonely heart that hides too much effort and too much sadness. Do you think of my most difficult tears? I accidentally walked through your corner, and you have forgotten it completely.

The thin wings have always believed in the footsteps of life. Do you remember what I originally looked like, do you understand my childhood innocence? Missing is a sentence, a person, or an indescribable sentence. When you go far away, I can't see or remember the original dream. Love someone, hurt someone, and in the end, only you are left, I'm suffering, the separation of love, the separation of life, just promises that you will never see you again, and never see you again.

Cigarettes cannot cover up the appearance of love. Clothes block the dust of time. Love is not the love of the past, and longing is not the promise of the past. A life of anger or a little longing is always a silent, touching, intoxicating haze, hidden in the corner of the heart, there is a sound called miracle, and there is also a pessimism, called difficult to remember. Love is not about not saying it, not about not waiting, but about inseparable time, intoxicating haze, you hide it in your eyes, and I keep it in your heart.

There are always some things I don’t understand, there are always some things I don’t understand, there are always some things I can’t see through when I love someone, it’s not waiting or asking, but looking at other people’s smiles and writing about life by myself. Silent love, incomprehensible feelings, hazy world, too much thinness, you hide in my heart, and in my own words, there are always some things I can’t express, and I’m hurt when you go far away.

No one knows how high love is, how far life is, no one sees it. You may know that I will not fall in love with someone, but you don’t know that I will cry for you. There is a description, a period of self that is not destined to be, a touch of expressing it, and an unforgettable feeling, in the heart and dreams, and you are my goodbye in this life and a wish in the next life. You understand me, I don’t understand you. This is the attachment that is deep and shallow, and never see you again.

Looking back at Nan Ke, what is hidden in the deepest heart is unforgettable, and what is hidden in the dream is never seen again. People can be lazy, but they can sneak away from their eyes and realize that the fate is deep and shallow, just a kind of understanding, a kind of understanding that never sees again. Falling in love with someone, you can't say it, waiting for someone, you can't figure it out, your life is still the fatigue of longing, there are always some powerlessness, some difficult to believe, things in the world are like a situation, there is still a difficult to understand, and there is also a feeling that cannot be forgotten.

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Falling in love with a sadness, understanding a world, falling in love with a unknown person, only then do you know your emotions, and what you say is not the limit. People who are hurt have an explanation, and there is also an unforgettable feeling, intoxicating longing, tears of longing, love that sees clearly, and don’t know where to go, intoxicating forgetting, and don’t know what to do. The remaining endgame is just two tears, a hurt heart, a helpless soul, the loneliness that passes through the sea of ​​people, you hide in the wind, I hide in tears.

A romantic life has a kind of beauty and some imagination. The longing in life is the thinness of fate. Commitment, on the left is the single shadow, on the right is the separation of love and hate, who is the one who cuts the last thought, who divides the pattern of life, one goodbye, one forever, every word you say, everyone I wait for is the goodbye of life, and never see again in life. I miss the initial longing, but now, it is just a minute of longing and a whole day of tears.

Falling in love with someone who doesn’t love you, you can’t see you again, you can’t be forever, you can only wait, wait in vain, wait for a scar, wait for a helplessness, wait for a sleepless person who never sees you again. The story of holding hands has entered a silent world, and I, the self hidden in my dream, still has a hard time to understand. Do you remember, remember my original picture, and I am no longer the me I used to be, you are already hidden deep in my heart.

Fate, how far, how difficult life is, how difficult it is, longing is a thin sentence, you can't see my deepest tears, I can't understand your shallowest dreams. Take care, and forever, I don't know the thinness of the world, don't understand the emotions of life, and you have hidden it in my mind, hidden it in my deepest mind. The world is so big, sad and serious, it is a touch of you, a helplessness to yourself, I have my ignorance, you have your hope, and you are in a hurry to the strange road.

There are too many stories hidden in a person's world, and the scenery of two people hides too many helplessness, a pattern, a sadness, and a love that cannot be seen again. There is no rehearsal in life, nor the chance to see each other again, and you are the most beautiful in the past. The sad me, waiting hard, just waiting for a legend that never sees again, just waiting, waiting and thinking, and only knowing that loving you is worse than loving yourself.
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