A familiar stranger no longer contacts his wandering heart and cannot pick up the last fragments. Love is like this and that, you should leave so simply, just by yourself, a word, for a lifetime, break, disperse, cold, and cry.

Falling in love with someone, understanding a heart, is so cold, but in this life, the fate is deep and shallow, one sees, one understands, and one asks, the fate in the next life, and it is impossible to find it in this life. I only think that this life is unusual, there is no good time, and there is no tears.

Seeing the mountains are mountains, seeing the water is water, I can’t let go of the amount in this life, and I can’t get what I want in the next life. One stroke is just a plot of life. It’s just that the drawing of life is a prison, an unforgettable one, and I miss too many.

A persistent heart hides grievances, helpless understanding, and simple things, you are the fate of this life, I am the fault of the next life, gentle compassion, a person's world, waiting for a believer, missing a sincere heart.

A quiet heart, a compassionate moon, one asked me, the other understood, the sadness became, the people dispersed, the people approached helplessly, and the helpless could not let go, but the fate was dispersed, the people understood, and the dreams dispersed.

This damn love is hard to explain or see clearly. You are serious, you are sincere, and you are also letting go of love. How many requirements are just a person's persistence, a person's understanding, and a person's fault.

A heart that understands, misses too many stories, love is a sunny day, and the last thought, the haggard and humble ending of understanding, just a distant thought, it leaves and leaves, and looks at it and asks it, it’s just a joke.

The tender eyes, missing the original soul, the humbleness of a person, the haggardness of a person, and the understanding heart are my fate in this life, and the concerns between each other are just unable to integrate into the last soul.

Time is a very fake love and a pastime longing. It gentles the years and makes the rest of your life sad. Love, you are gentle and sad.

How many words, this inadvertent, separation is ruthless, goodbye and gentle smile, what is waiting for is fragility, what is loneliness is the scenery of longing, love is a dream, and it is also a kind of loneliness.

There is thoughts hidden in my eyes, I can't let go of my love, but I endure a distant fate, tears, love, after separation for many years, I have no chance to quit, but I just sing with wine.

The right and wrong of the past, the love now, the choice that is out of reach, the indifference, the abandonment, the love of a person, the tears of a person, the loneliness and helplessness, understanding is a kind of hurt, and love is a kind of humility.

That is the only thought, that is a lonely eye, many scenery, many dreams, there are love in the eyes, and the eyes hide dreams.

Holding a dream, seeing a familiar, seeing a little cold look, seeing all the prosperity, a dream, and listening, is it the sense of belonging to love, or the inability to let go of the heart, just a bondage.

The classic world, the old vow, one understanding, one loss, love and hate people's hearts, and how much effort it has made, one has realized a person's world, how much helpless, and knows how to lose.

A person's heart and love hide too much, hiding innocence, the cold wind in his heart blows away a person's dream, and patient longing hides an innocent world.

The love that breaks up is the loneliness that hides tears, but your world hides the sharpness, and my heart hides love.

Feelings are a kind of entanglement, but also a painting. It makes the heart feel cold and hides the love, and there are too many constraints. The love that moves a person, the dream that hides a person, and the final ending of a person.

Love is a kind of explanation, tears are a kind of loneliness, scenery and love are a kind of inspiration and a kind of hurt. If you miss it, it is helplessness, and if you understand it, it is hurt.

A love hides love, a dream hides mood, it is fate, it is cold, it is understanding, it is fragility, the last quietness belongs to a person's longing.

The awakening of speaking, the concerns of the next life, a gentleness, sadness, a feeling, sadness, a coldness, too much sadness, wandering around a person's tenderness, guarding too much compassion, a person, a heart, waiting for a moment will be unforgettable.

A story that hides sadness, a story that is cold, a story that hides too many languages, your world, I can't speak, my mood, you can't read, this understanding, that mistake, your hypocrisy, my world, there are too many memories.

Love is an illusion and a kind of guardianship. A lonely heart. Mastering the initial world is patience, giving up, and the final distress. The remaining world is gentle years. The eyes of the rest of their lives hide too many vicissitudes. What you said, what I waited for is not a dream.

One kind of letting go, two cherishings, how many truths are hidden, how many mistakes are hidden, how many love is hidden, love is a kind of understanding, how many explanations are becoming a person's oldness, how many truths are hidden, how many grievances are hidden.

Give up, what a simple word, the oath of love, the perception of life, how many right and wrong, the endurance of one person, the answer to two people, it is hard to let go, how many tears, how many perfunctory one person, how many tears, how many tears, how many original promises are put down.

There are scenery hidden in your eyes, stories hidden in your heart, a dream, a heart, a love that is out of reach, a longing wish for health, unsatisfactory attitude, a cold attitude, or gentle years, but you don’t understand my sadness, I can’t see the rest of your life.
Chapter completed!