Love is a kind of embarrassment of life and a world that I don’t understand. How much love has become regrets, how much regret has become tears.

Love is an invisible word, the profoundness of the incomprehensible. When the wind blows, the understanding becomes eighteen years of separation, and the understanding becomes the harm of life.

Love is yours, mine, it is like this, it is like that. Overall, it is not an equal world. The love you see is different. It is so peaceful and does not understand right and wrong. There will always be a loss in life. This is love.

Love is a kind of indifference, a kind of hurt, a kind of grievance, and a kind of loneliness. Listen to the sentences of love, your world is not short of me.

Love is a kind of prosperity, mood is a kind of loneliness, a lot of loss, a lot of waiting, a understanding of mood, a understanding of life, and a final hurt.

The understanding of love eyes, the love of love, the dispersion of dreams and the coldness of one person is the torture of love and the hardship of life. Such love is like poetry and picturesque, but I don’t have time to participate in your scenery.

Love is a kind of past event and a kind of present mood. I understand a little bit. Listen to the present, think of the past, look back at the soul of life, and understand the ups and downs in my heart, but that person has gone far away.

The wind blows, people are separated, how much bitterness, how much sadness, just the indifference of life, the kite of love, the last understanding, but you are not in your eyes, and you live in my heart.

Love is a wall that is breathable, and mood is a ruthless kite. How much understanding is, how much understanding is broken, how much understanding it becomes in the eyes, the love told by others is another unequal love.

Love, what you love is not me, what I lost is willing. You and me, and later you and me, just have your heart, and what you and me are not me, and what you and I pretend to be, is in my eyes, and the whole world is pretending to be in my heart.

The love you desire is a fate that cannot be grasped. A tragedy, a joke, a past event, how many truths are hidden, how many emotions are hidden, the only fate is, and the mood of loneliness of oneself.

Understanding is a kind of hurt, and love is also a kind of compassion. In that era, when I let go, I couldn't let go. The moment I left, people were bitter, my heart was sour, and the tears later were all serious.

The love of love gives to someone who doesn’t love himself, the love of love gives to someone who doesn’t look back. Blessings and hopes, you are so serious, so let me fail, and life is so bumpy, why do you have to meet so indifferently?

Looking back at the beginning, meeting was a kind of sadness, and wrong dreams were a kind of memory. A pale person, in his helpless heart, there was an indescribable difficulty. If you understand, you were wrong, you lost, you understood.

A kind of love, two appearances, you do not belong to me, I do not belong to you, but at the time of meeting, walking in the interface of separation, from then on, parting with each other, and then parting with each other.
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