The embarrassment of longing, the generosity of life, and there is also a kind of scenery called looking back and smiling. From then on, there is no chance in the world, but I just owe too much concern. Who is love indifference, wait for who is haggard, there is also a kind of fatigue, and there is also a kind of loneliness, a kind of indifference, hiding the love in my heart, the lamp without fate, illuminating the last hope, just a kind of wish, and I cannot pick up the smile of life again.

One person suffers, one person gives, and there is a kind of helplessness, hiding too many burdens, just a kind of tears. The vast ocean cannot fly in life, life cannot cut the fragments of love, there is a kind of longing, and there is also a kind of no fate, and no one will see each other again, just a retention, just a separation without fate, changing the picture of life, one unique, one waiting, hiding the nostalgia of life.

There is a road where you have no chance to write down your feelings, there is a person who hurts your heart, and there is a kind of understanding, a change that has no chance to wipe away the truest love. Who is frozen in the last understanding, who missed the last fate, there is a kind of indifference, which hides sadness, confusion, and the wall of life. Love is separated, people are dispersed, waiting for tears, and hiding tears are flowing, which is a kind of loneliness, a kind of hasty, and a kind of sadness.

There is a kind of waiting, a kind of dedication, and a kind of withering, the ups and downs in the heart, just a stroke of writing, and there is no chance to continue writing. The scenery of life changes one's own intrigue, the fate of life, and the unknown, and there is also a kind of understanding, the hidden lack of fate, and the tears of writing. Missing is haggard, love ruins a period of fate, and there is a style, and from then on, there is no chance to be met in the world, and never see again.

There is no tomorrow in love. Today there is more longing. The melody of tears wipes away the most beautiful years. The cold heart hides the sorrow of worry, the gratitude of life, the lonely city wall, and there is also a kind of understanding, just a song, just an explanation that cannot be explained in a lifetime. Tears are so serious, life is so sad, and there are also a pair of love eyes, so clear and nostalgic, just thinking about yesterday.

Tears, tears of in love, one kind of nostalgia, two kinds of crying, hidden wait for no fate, hidden sending for no fate, and one kind of disappointment. There is a kind of scenery on the road, there is a dream in life, who cuts it, who misses it, but no fate, just the final gathering and separation. The fate is deep and shallow, love and hate are separated, and the end cannot be explained, looking down on the fog of life, the wounded heart always deceives one's own beliefs.

There is no courage, just forgetting without waiting, just unable to wipe it away, there is a kind of withered tears, the dream of losing, and the sadness of worry. The world is so big, love is so shallow, there is still a wait, there is also a lack of fate, hiding the trajectory of love, hiding the spring without fate, and from then on, the world is strange. The scenery changes, there is also a kind of vicissitudes, life is not destined, and there is also a kind of change, just a kind of indifference, hiding too much effort.

Love eyes, write a serious, love, the look of loneliness, the memories of breaking up, the busyness of life, and a memory, where was the past, and now in the heart. Lovesickness is in the heart, the scenery is in the dream, and there is a kind of tears hidden in the last efforts, and a little indifference hastily the last past. A heart hides too much effort, but cannot look back. A person hides too many tears, but cannot forget his longing.

There is a kind of understanding and a kind of nostalgia, this fate in this life, this lonely love, giving is a kind of self-talking, life is a kind of looking back and not seeing. Vicissitudes are a kind of sin, and there is also a hurt beauty. The heart of separation hides too much romance, tears and love and parting, and there is a kind of final cry in life, which cannot be forgotten and cannot be seen, but the sorrow has been dispersed from then on, writing about one's own inability to wipe it off.

The dream of regret lost the last understanding. Tears and scenery walk with each other, and there is also a kind of wind and rain, called looking back on that year. A touching heart is a kind of sincerity, also a kind of seriousness, and helpless tears, which hide too many meanings of life, and there is always a forgetting, called endless longing. The coldness in the heart hides a past event, and a single notebook, called the eighteen years of youth.

I don’t love someone, I still cry in the middle of the night, wait for an autumn, think about the dusk, and the meteors all over the ground, so unforgettable and infatuated. The tears in the middle of the night hide seriousness, deep love, misunderstood love, and a kind of look, and a kind of wait. In life, you are the only one, you are the only one, and the last thing I don’t understand is just the most true heart and the self who has no fate.

Love someone, how many fates, how many complaints, how many helplessness, how many thoughts, how many thoughts, what are the truth, and how ruthless hearts. Silently care about someone listening to music, but when one gets hurt, he wakes up from a dream, he realizes that he misses it. Life is just a kind of loss and a kind of withering. The ten fingers are lush, the fate is deep and shallow, love a kind of understanding, knowing that one will never see each other again, and one crying in the last dream, saying goodbye.

A touching heart is always easy to be hurt, and the tears that are lost are always easy to miss. Love is a change after separation and a dream that never sees you again. The scenery is beautiful, but the longing is endless, the tears change, but the efforts are not enough. There is also a belief called fate in this life, and a love called you don’t understand me. Loving someone is a world that you don’t understand, understanding someone is a world that you don’t ask, changing someone is a thought of one sentence.

My heart cried, my tears dissipated, I understood that I had given up, my love was gone, my people left, and my turn of parting cried. The dust on my clothes could not wipe away my efforts, the touch of life could not change the final parting, there was also a kind of pain, and there was a kind of helplessness, called the lack of fate of missing. Time was like flowers, and the singing was still the same, but youth was gone, life was helpless, love changed, but longing began to fly kites every day.

Lover, you leave simply, lover, you come too late, longing is always a tears and a regret. Love, the person who misses is always hurt, missing, the person who cryes is always unable to forget, nostalgia, the heart that hurts is always lonely. Dreams, the withering of a broken leaf, the scenery, missing the initial regret, life is just a glass of wine, a past event, and a lack of chance to look back on life.
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