There is a kind of waiting, unable to speak, and there is a kind of thinking, unable to see through. The starry sky of longing is always unable to understand, and the understanding heart is always unable to express. The story later cannot be seen clearly and has been separated.

Life has not much perfection, love has not much dusk, one waits for the awakening, the other sees it clearly, the wounds are always covered with bruises, and the seasons are always changed for many years.

When you meet, the level of love is always the indifference of a person, the care of a person, the helpless heart always witheres like this, the giving of mood is always the result of later loss.

A person, a word, a past, a missed love, a loss of a person's heart, cherishing more understanding, and failing more understanding, is just a hurt and a touching world.

A heart that understands is too late to ask, or a love that pursues is too late to say. From now on, it is just a separation of life. Love is a distant place, longing is a kind of understanding, it is just an illusion of love, missing the original oath.

I see through longing, the disparity of indifference, the doubts are true, the feelings are hidden, the scenery is just a story, love is just a scar, when I wake up from the dream, people disperse, and the wounds I understand are farewell.

A promise, a love, a bond of bondage, is just a matter of no understanding of each other and a failure to live up to one's fate. One is busy and the other is unintentional. It misses the original world and delays a person's love.

A promise, a love, a withering of longing, looking back like this is just an out-of-reach ability, which has become a wounded love, the beginning of love, so humble and so haggard.

Understanding is a kind of fragility and a helpless heart. After the prosperity, it is just a kind of scenery. The sorrow of longing hides humble mistakes, and the heart of understanding hides the greatest unforgettable.

Persevering love is not complete, and it is a little bit possible, and it makes people feel disappointed and illusions, which makes people doubt their whole life. Dreams are a luxury and also a loss, but the desire in the heart hides too many illusions.

A heart, two understandings, how much fragility, how much helplessness, is just a person's explanation, a person's helplessness, can't let go of scars, and cannot be separated from fragility, a dream of understanding, a smile that stops people's ends, and a story that longs for such a longing is just the past.

The withered flowers bloom and fall, let go of the helplessness of life, the final separation is just a luxury, just a story, the wound is always like this, the separation is always like this, the loss of love, the thought of missing someone.

The dream is awakened, the people are dispersed, the understanding of the story, the true feelings of the wound, the giving of a parting, the sadness and a haggardness, the only indifference, the pain of a person's cherishment, the helpless wound, the prosperity of one's past.

Can't guess thoroughly, can't see through, and after thinking about it, it's just the only wound. I understand a little bit, miss your heart, and how much indifference, wipe away the only cherishment, love is like a dream, it's just the wound of longing.

I made a mistake, fell in love with a parting, and understood a sense of haggardness. Love is like this. Missing so sadly. The withered heart, the world I face always makes a person miss the scenery and makes a person unable to narrate it.

People who cherish always say this, people who parted always ask that, the later world, a past, a promise, this world is very simple, a love, a distant cherishment and understanding of longing, just hurt.

The reliance of longing hides warm returns, how much sad the temperature, how many gentle the illusion, memories always want to be bitter, and one person endures too much failure, and the last thousands of mountains and rivers are just an excuse to wander.

When the dream is awake, the people are dispersed. The understanding heart, the haggard fate, the cherishment of each other is just the happiness of no fate. Wipe off the last advice and let you remember it. It is so difficult and it reminds me, and I always burst into tears.

A warmth, a regret, always thinking about it like this, always loneliness, love is a kind of sadness and a kind of distant look. From then on, when one person misses two people, the sadness can only be left with too much helplessness.

Give up a relationship, lose a mood, the hurt you understand, the dream you missed, the smile you ended up in the end, the loss, and cherishing you a lot, it is just the perception of life, it is just the strange road of life.

The freedom of love, the sadness of letting go, the maze, the illusion, the wrong way, the wrong way, the wrong way, the wrong way, the love look at people, the loss, the crowd look at people, the helplessness, the heart that understands is hurt.

The lonely understanding, the haggard heart is always so charming, always so incredible, and I think about it, and I illusion, but your love and breathing have become a person's tears and loneliness.

The fate of goodbye, the hearts of each other, hide helplessness, hide a person's heart, understand a person's dream, the concerns of the next life, and feel sad and cherishing.

A cherishment, a separation, how much bitterness, missing someone’s distant distance, waiting for someone’s pain, and finally, just forget someone’s heart and waiting for someone’s mistakes.
Chapter completed!