Time hastily made life's pace, and there is a lack of fate. The painting is embarrassing. Popularity is just a landscape, no one belongs to anyone, whether it is love and hate, longing, fragility is just a stroke of writing off, drunkenness is also a dream, love is also a scene, who is who is who is the apology, who is who is the last, in the end, selfishness is just a gallery of life, love is a breakup, life goes back and forth, no one goes, no one loves, strangers live, who walks the last love.

Promises cannot be seen, and life cannot be imagined, but only then do you know that things in the world are unpredictable and difficult to find a favorite, it is difficult to find someone you love the most. After a minute of bitterness, I miss you forever, but you are still the vicissitudes of wind and moon. The final appearance, the scene of nostalgia, the scene of loving others, the unintentionality of coming, the picture of leaving, the last fallen flowers, it is just the attachment of time.

The wind blows the leaves, the road is vast, who cuts the last wind and waves, who has seen the rippling heart, you are in the arms of the city, I am wandering sadly. The words are hazy, you are hiding in the wind, I am hurt in tears. Love is a word, life is once, thousands of reincarnations, just a ruthless poem, just a sentence without fate, whether it is love or waiting, it is just a world that cannot be explained, you walk in dreams, I walk in a world of lonely.

Love, love, love, love hurts the soul, a song of loneliness, one mind has no fate, longing for you, the hardships, the scars are hard, no one can explain them clearly, no one can see through them, this is a life, this is a life never sees again. The scenery passing by, the vicissitudes of your own helplessness, it is your life, my next life, I have never paid attention to it, and you have already gone far, this is a lifelong concern, this is a ties when you come.

It is the wind, the rain, the boy. That look back has passed through my heart and hurt the sky. The lack of fate in life is just a song that can never be finished. Love has a petal, a few people have haggardness, thoughts are the gentleness that cannot be explained, and lovers are the sound of the wind that cannot be seen clearly. Understanding a person, seeing a person, or writing a person without fate is just a gentleness, but one sentence never sees again.

The wrinkles on the clothes have changed the wanderings in the heart, the flowers bloom and fall, the sea of ​​people reunion, is it Beijing, Shanghai, or the familiar Singapore, love is gone forever, longing is always helpless, love is always unforgettable, that year, Beijing reunion, from then on, the world is strange, that year, see Shanghai again, and you have already had a happy love, but now, Singapore is still Singapore, love has been dispersed, and longing has been far away.

In the future, the longing gradually begins to linger, life begins to look up, and the years on the road still frequently ask yourself what you missed, what you lost, what you can find, what you see, ask yourself, ask yourself, ask what you missed, what you lost, what you remember, what you remember is just a gentle word, a goodbye, no one will see you again, what you are afraid of, what you think of when you ask, what you missed is still the past.

Love and hate are intertwined, time is ruthless, and a life of separation has a kind of bitterness, called ups and downs, a dream of goodbye, and a kind of waiting, called looking back without fate, who cuts the last dream, who misses the last yearning, love is just a sentence, and longing is just a glory without fate. Tears, simple, and clear, time misses me, love misses you, but that sincerity is hidden in the heart, and longing is in the dream.

So tired, so tired, just a kind of fatigue, can't speak out, can't wait, think about it again, just a kind of looking around, just a kind of first love, love is lost, longing forgot people, so lonely, so sad, wind and moon, just a kind of expectation of never seeing each other again. There is no rehearsal in life, and there is not much loneliness. You are the only one, I was unintentionally, missing is a life, and missing is a life that will never see you again.

It seems that the whole world waits for the last longing of the whole heart for a wait. It seems that there is no hope in life. In the end, it is understood that life is an experience, and longing is a hope. There is a helpless pattern in the corner of the city, and there is also a sad hope. When you start, one withering and one unforgettable, one goodbye, one cannot look back. Time misses your true nature, and one misses your love in life. This is fate.

A glass of wine and a cup of tea, this is a life, a dream three feet away, the sadness of tears, the flower art is sad, the fate has passed, love can no longer see each other again. The world of desire is wonderful, full of hope and helplessness, and there is also a loneliness. The life of protection of the inner world, the life of looking up to is beautiful and helpless. There are many words that cannot be said, they are already hurt, and many things cannot be said, they are already crying. The world is big, life is broad, and there are many helplessness.

How can one live in a world without going through the wind and rain? Only in a person’s world can one know beauty and helplessness. The world is wide, life is hurt, and the longing of a tribe is always borne by one. Loving someone, waiting for someone, talking about a different world, having what you think and what I ask, only then can one know that the time you look at people has lost yourself, and when you forget, you can no longer wipe away the fate of this life.

I waited for a few times, I had come and went silently, I asked for it many times, and I never saw each other again. This life was not for me, but for autumn to come late. The scenery at dusk was best sold in my world. I sang my own dreams alone, not saying why, not saying what to wait, but hoping that in that I could still live cheerful, without sustenance, not leaving my original mood, not leaving my original beauty.

The wind and moon are wasted, the world is wonderful, and life is beautiful, and you are the life I understand best. Even if I forget the feelings of a lifetime, I must remember the wasted life. Life is unintentional, missed and lost, life is beautiful, lost sadness, and there is a lasting separation. Things in the world are unpredictable, and the sea of ​​others will always say, and say goodbye, but never see each other again.

Time is silent, waiting for no fate, just a sentence of flowers blooming, or a sentence of flowers falling, but how can you live for three lives, but how can you miss a sentence, just a moment of life. It’s so sad, the years pass by, withering sadness, no hope for no fate, and the words and sentences that have been said, the sad fame can no longer wander around the attention of life, who is it, cut the last missed fate, and missed the ties of a lifetime.

The world is opposite, life is lonely, the speed of sadness can determine the height of life, many things, there is a kind of loneliness and a kind of haggardness, the speed of the wind can change the temperature of life, some words hide a lot of meaning and a lot of warmth. Life is always without rehearsal, and it has gone through the vicissitudes and wasted time, passing by the care of life, and passing through the inadvertent life.

The scenery is dazzling, the moon is unintentional. In the dream of time, there is a kind of change of the world, and there is also a kind of unintentional passage. Time is like the wind, the concerns that have been passed through for a lifetime. In the dream of love and love in life, the thoughts are shortened, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, time locks a scenery, and life takes away the lack of fate for a lifetime. Fate is fate, dreams are dreams, love and hate are separated, missed a step, missed every world.

The world has a pinnacle and a miracle. There is no rehearsal in life, and there is no miracle without fate. The wind and moon are silent, life is haggard, tired of the beauty of love, painting is missed by interlaced dreams, but the only reveals the sadness. One step is missed, one step is wind, flowers, snow and moon, one life is haggard, missed by the dreams, and missed by one's own fate.

In the dream of kindness, poetic attachment, a tenderness, a painting, a dream, is like in the wind, as if in the dream. The world is big, the wind and moon are wide, life is impermanent, and there are still many witherings, time is missed, life is missed, there is still fatigue, and there is also helplessness. The peak of the world, life is unintentional, there is also a miracle, and there is also an unintentional, missing, it is just a song of sincerity without fate, and it is also a sentence of helplessness with fate.

In the dream between the eyebrows, Shu Yi's feelings are touching and wonderful, but the flowers bloom and fall in the scenery, and the words of victory are lost, the scenery is still beautiful. The wind and moon are unpretentious, the vicissitudes of life are in a dream, wrong, love has no corners, life has no dance alone, no miracles, and not much isolation. The world begins to expect, life begins to rehearse, but that eternity is called unparalleled in the world.

There is a kind of touch, hurt everywhere, and helplessness. I don’t believe in the cold three lives. Only when I know that love is simple and life is difficult. It only takes one minute to move a person. It takes one day to change a person, but falling in love with someone is a lifetime. Time gives hope and disappointment. Many words can be done by saying it, many things can be seen by doing it, and sadness is always inexplicable.

Waiting for someone is a charm, thinking of someone is a touch, asking someone is a longing. There is a kind of listening, called never see again, there is a kind of emotion, called no fate in life, no see in this life, and sadness in the next life. Words pass through tears in front of others, there is an experience, called helplessness, a kind of sadness, helpless emotion, through the look back in life, just a smile.

The person you miss is always irreversible. The tears of losing always think of a person. How far is the distance between life? It is just a short distance, and it is also a legend of never seeing each other again. Love, hate, love and hatred cannot express the perception of life, and longing is also an unspeakable world. It always doesn't matter. No one knows how much goodbye is and how far away he sees. Loss is a kind of delicate love, gain is a kind of blooming sunshine, but flowers blooming are also a kind of telling.
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