The lonely eyes suddenly understood that love is a story between two people, not the efforts of one person, nor the perfunctory of one person. A little indifference has become a departure of one person and a cry of one person.

The only feeling of kindness, which hides too many difficulties, is the melody of longing, and also the melancholy of love. How many tears in life are just love's companion, and just regret of missing. It shouldn't have allowed myself to get the scars of the future.

Thinking about one thing to understand, waiting for another to scatter is the only life and the withering of love. Such grievances, your world, my participation, and a lot of indifference, I never remembered that the look back on love makes my heart powerless.

The lonely heart, helpless cold, hides a person's world, hides a person's sharpness, love is a kind of pessimism, longing is a kind of hurt, how much desolation is a person's hesitation, and lonely eyes are always hurt by one person.

The tears of glory hide a person's story. I can't forgive your mood. You can't enter my world. Maybe this world is very small, maybe this world is big, so big that it makes people wither, so small that they doubt life.

The helpless love is the melody of life and the dispersion of love. The cold evening breeze blows away my heart and lets life run away in panic. The stories are always like this. The ending of deceiving oneself is always confessed by tears.

Love is a miracle and a kind of trust. If you leave, don’t say it or ask. If you want to say it, go to the protagonist to explain it clearly. Don’t avoid many things. It is also a responsibility to others and an appreciation for yourself.

There are ten thousand impossible things hidden in the heart, and ten million scattered in the world, but the tears in the heart, and ten billion scattered in the heart, and the fate of this life will be separated and fled in the desert. The love of life is a poison.

I know that meeting is impossible, I understand that seeing each other is impossible, I understand that seeing each other is impossible, life is so tired and hard, how many fates are just a flash in life, just a blink of an eye of love, waiting for the prosperity of a lifetime and the desolation of a lonely life.

A hurt heart is always like this, always like that, powerless, and sad love is always separated and understands helplessly, and never sees you again. Regret about the beginning of life, meeting is a kind of retention and a kind of remnant dream.

The lonely eyes hide the sharpness of love, the frozen thoughts hide too much nostalgia, one's understanding, one's tears are the fate of this life, the dispersion of the next life, and how many waits have become one's dreams, but the world in the eyes has become one's dispersion.

The love you give is the withering of life, the world we wait for is a kind of desolation, how much hurt, how many mistakes are, the scenery of love eyes, love is a kind of pessimism, waiting is a kind of hurt, how much grievance is just the melancholy in the heart.

The scenery without fate, the bizarreness of love, and the indifference are just the blooming and falling of a person's flowers, and the understanding is just a hasty world, and the love of goodbye hides the blooming and falling of a person's flowers.

The past in my heart cannot express too much grievance, the indifference in my heart hides too much loneliness. Your eyes are my lifelong fate, and my love eyes are the sadness that you can't see again. Looking back on the past, I miss your world.

(End of this chapter)
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