I have seen many people, thought about many things, understood the coldness of the world, seen through the coldness of people, and learned the worldly ways, and realized that disguise and kindness, hypocrisy and perfunctory. Life is always so difficult, encounters are always so miserable, a person's world is still so difficult to enter, and a person's vicissitudes are still so difficult to get out of. The road, one person sees, the world, one person understands, it is just the person at his fingertips, the things in his heart, cannot be said, can't see through, can't understand, and can't understand. After experiencing a lot, it is only the truth and falsehood, and can't understand a lot, and can't understand the vicissitudes of life. A peaceful heart is still a season of life, and the helpless explanation is still so touching.

A healthy heart hides the road of life, and how much let go, it becomes the link of money, the values ​​of life, the concept of love in life, many helplessness hides the mistakes of life, and the helplessness of life. The seasons are still so easy, hasty, and simple, just the gratitude of life, and the final edge. How many mistakes make the beginning of life, how many right make the road of life, the memory, so easily forget, embrace, or the peace of one person, just ruthlessness, or the troubles belonging to life. If the beginning, don’t let the ending come so early, if you forget, don’t let the sadness come so late.

The road of life, one's own efforts, and many explanations are redundant, and a lot of helplessness are hasty. The world begins to change every day, and life begins to change every day, but one's own changes are the unchanging life. How many loves and graces are just passing by in life, how many smiles are just a person's loss. People who have no efforts will not understand the season of shooting stars, and the heart that does not understand always hides the expression of life, and how many touching people are just a person's hasty. It is difficult to find someone, but it is difficult to find a heart, and it is always so troubled when trapped in your own season.

This farewell is the never-ending reunion of life, this farewell is the helpless life, and many mistakes have become the touch of life, and so much effort has become the unforgettable life. A person or a person has nothing to do with it, a heart is still the dream of life, the world begins to change, people begin to rush, but just the waking of one person. Time is always hurt, people's hearts are always uneasy, hiding the protection of life, hiding the last prosperity, just the loneliness of life, missing the initial sadness. Seasons still belong to which seasons of life, helplessness, or the world belongs to helplessness, just the hasty life, touching tears in the heart.

It is still the sorrow of life, helplessness, just the wandering of life, hiding the helpless heart, loneliness is still the loneliness, just that fragile heart, hiding the health of life, and how much fragility is just the understanding of life. The old oath, the confession of one person, love is still the sorrow of life. Season is still the waiting for life, helplessness is still the tears of life, just the guardianship of life, missing one's own heart. A hug, a fragility of life, no chance disturbance, just the fault of life, the season of no chance, just the cold of life, missing one's own sigh, fragile one's own heart.

Seasons are still familiar with life, just the tenderness of life, no longer returning to the past thoughts, a person, how much helplessness is, just the season of life, how many vicissitudes are, just a dream of a person. Looking back on other things, looking back on the air, just a sea of ​​people, in helplessness, just a kind of old life, how many helplessness, holding hands and bending eyebrows, the prosperity of old life. Night rain is still so beautiful, life is still so helpless, just an unrestrained pattern, hiding the eyes of life, how many tears are hiding the mistake of looking back. Seasons are still familiar with life, helplessness is still let go of a person's excellence.

The wandering of loss, the touching of no fate in life, how much sorrow, just the season of life, how much helplessness, just the familiarity of life, missed, or the sorrow of life, just the touching of a person, loss, or the end of helplessness, just the old age of a person. The sorrow of the season, falling in love with the first familiarity, always so many dreams, looking back at the memories of life, just the illusion of life, how much loss, just the passerby of life. A person's sorrow, a person's loss. Attitude, helplessness, aging, prosperity, or the familiarity of life, missing the initial sorrow, sadness of a person's feelings.

A helpless wave, a hug from the sea, ridiculing the touch of life, helpless aging, just the sorrow of life, helpless confusion, just the gratitude of life, the season of old, just the familiarity of a person. How much sorrow hides the confusion of life, how many mistakes, the touch of lost life, how many people are just the only one person's. The withered world, the prosperity of old life, the only love is just a person's arms, the turning of old, just a person's watch. Watching the ends of the world of the sea, a person's support, a person's drawing of the ground is just a life's look back.

Just be busy, how many grievances are contained, how many tears are contained, the world of a person, the prosperity of aging and helpless peace of mind are just a person's old age, how many mistakes are, what are the differences in life. Watching the world is just a season of life, how many mistakes are, what are the chaos of life. A person's season, a person's mistakes, the guardian of longing, the sorrow of life are just a person's touch. Missing the familiarity of life, withering the flowers of a person's bloom, just forgetting life easily, how many mistakes are, how many tears are, what are the disturbances of others' lives.

A smile is still a prison for life. Letting go of helplessness in missing is just a burden of life, a lot of gratitude becomes the vicissitudes of life, a lot of helplessness, a lot of sorrow in life. A world, a technology, a kind of comfort in life, a lot of mistakes, a part of life, a kind of tenderness in life, a person's distinction, a lot of mistakes, a sincere life, a lot of love, a breakup, a life's understanding, is just a mistake in life, a missed only forgiveness. A season, a missed, a person's watch, a lot of persistence, is just a parting in the sea of ​​people, and a lot of love, is just a breakup in life.

Life is always helpless. The end of a person's world, the corner of a person, how many loves are just accidents in life, how many giving up, and what the true love of life. Dedication is a touching feeling in life, loss is a dream in life, love is a charm, and it is also a hasty and rush of life, the lost hesitation is just the season when the meteor falls. Memories are always disturbed, how many mistakes are become the support of the heart, how many mistakes are, and how many mistakes are become the tears of life, just the separation of life, an interruption is just a closing, and missing the initial sunset.

Easily losing the touch of life, helplessly let go of the initial regret, it is just the season of life, the world of aging. A kind of prosperity, a dream, a kind of protection of life, it is just the oldness of a person, it is just the care of a person, missing the initial familiarity, the touch of a lost life. Embracing a smile of a person, missing a person's disturbance, the ocean of life is just the smile of a person, slowly getting older, hiding the dream of a person, separating a person's season. How many memories are just the oldness of a person. Love is a person's understanding, missing is a person's familiarity, goodbye is a dream of a life, no fate is just a person's illusion.

Close the world of a person, breaking up with a person's old age, how many mistakes become the sorrow of life, how many feelings become the distinction of life, just a person's health, just a person's season. The lost season is always the vicissitudes of a person, goodbye, always the health of a person, how many efforts, just the understanding of life, how many mistakes become the cutting of the sky of life. A wounded heart wipes away the embrace of life, how many troubles become the lushness of life, how many generosity, what kind of sorrow of life, just the touch of life, and the final plot of life.

People are a kind of watch, the heart is a kind of sorrow, just a hug, missed the initial hug, lost care of life, and the final withering, just helpless season, always the fault of life, missed the initial familiarity. Seasons are always so sad, missed, always so sad, how many loves are just comfort of life, how many helplessness are just let go of life, a person's fault, missed the withering, prosperity of life, or the familiarity, helplessness is just the gratitude of life. Sorrow is still the wandering of one person, understanding, or the vicissitudes of life, just the loss of life, without the initial distinction.

Waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for your heart to be broken, sad, sad, and heartbreaking, only knowing that you are afraid of the excitement, only knowing that you have no choice but to let go is just the fault of life. Seasons are still the sorrow of life, helpless touch of life, miss the initial hope, and the touch of life. A person's only, a person's fault is just the fault of life, miss the initial familiarity, withering a person's prosperity, losing a person's wandering, and understanding the final aging. Lost is the sorrow of life, hasty, the sorrow of life, just the touch of life, just the illusion of life, a person's disgust, and a person misses it.

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 kind of grievance in life. It is just a mistake in life. I miss you at the beginning. There is a kind of disturbance and a kind of missed you between people. The initial tenderness is always so simple, and the final part is always ruthless giving up. Loss is also a kind of understanding of life. Missing is also a kind of comfort in life. It is a kind of fate that knows the mistakes, and it is a kind of season of life. Memory is still the paleness and powerlessness of life, and the generosity of life is just the vicissitudes of memory, and the lack of fate, just a person's listening.

After the prosperity, it is just a prison of missing the plot, every minute and every second, just a missed reliance, the only tears, the only love, just a memory of life, just a missed sadness, how many tears, the memories of others' lives, missed the initial tenderness, the hesitation of lost life. Sorrow is still a corner of no fate, how many mistakes, missed the initial feelings, just a touch of life, a memory of lost life, an old vow, or a helpless person. Love is a kind of barrier, and it is also a kind of old age in life, prosperity and powerlessness, love is not a fate, but a hard time breaking up.

Parting is a kind of reliance, sadness is a kind of peace, it is just the encirclement of life, the plot of longing is a prison, missed the first season, life is still the end of the world, the initial separation of breakup is just the fault of life, missed the first season. The meteor is still the helplessness of life, the years, the coldness of turning, it is just the lonely love, the only way to break up, how much to understand, the memory of lost life, the love of a person, the minute and second of a person. A person's tenderness, a person's fault, it is just the helpless sorrow of missing, it is just the old and prosperous life, it is just the fault of loneliness, it is the only way to miss the only way to rely on.

The only brush, the only mistake, miss the familiarity of life, the tears that sadly touched life, is the only one of life, is the watchfulness of love, miss the familiarity of life, and the wandering of lost life. Understand the oldness of life, the arrangement of breaking up life, withering a person's vicissitudes, the only one is the familiarity of life, and you have walked away from my world and separated the vast sea of ​​people in life. Breakup is also a kind of hasty in life, parting, and understanding of longing. How many loves are just the helplessness of life, how many losses are, just the gratitude of life, the prosperity of old age, and the last sadness and memory.
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