I used to be serious because I believe it is beautiful. In the end, I looked at the sky and asked this life that I have lost everything. You are gone, my heart is broken, the remaining loneliness and sadness are revealed, and I cannot say the unforgettable of life. There is a kind of understanding, hard to believe, there is a kind of coldness that cannot see you again, sadness the whole world, but waiting for you is the beginning of my loss. How romantic that day, a sentence circled me for a day, I have an unforgettable feeling, and you hide a lot of thoughts, time passed by, and only my last efforts were left.

Missing is very simple. Life is not romantic. Loving someone is a kind of sustenance, also a kind of helpless and passive effort. How much love cannot be turned back, how much waiting, how much can you see again, believe in the whole life, be grateful to the whole world, and only the unspeakable reputation is left. Flowers bloom and fall, who cuts my initial love, I like it very much, and tears linger the whole world, telling myself that I lost.

Everything is gone, the dream of love is so scattered, life is so tired, and you are the life I understand the best, I am not your first picture, the heart of gratitude burns the initial haze, you are the heart of I understand the best, and I am not the person you understand the best. The wind blows away the tears of my waiting, and the dream of my lovesickness is still beating, the wind takes away my hope, and the rain locks away my infatuation, and from now on, the world is a passerby. Every day, there is an unforgettable, every year, there is a thought, and this is the loss of love, and in the end, there is no way to pay.

There is a song called Silent and Silent, and there is a person called waiting for this life. I miss you so hard, I wait for you so tired, I can’t say it, I have a kind of pain, I can’t think through it, I have a kind of suffering, I can’t think through it, I call fate, I call the failure of giving and losing. There is a dream between heaven and earth, called life without fate, and life without fate is a cup of tea, a lamp, a smile, two tears, a person’s injury, and two people’s ends.

How far is it forever? How difficult is it? I have hidden so much bitterness. Only then can I realize that things in the world are like a situation. There is no need to wait and see too much in life. It is just that I have been protected by myself and there is still a never-to-see forever. If I lose, love loses, I can’t forget my past, I can’t wipe away my thoughts in my mind, and I can’t pick the feelings of life in my tears. In the end, I can’t see through it. Life cannot move the whole world. This is love that has lost, and I can’t feel scared, helpless, and lonely.

One era, one idea, where will we meet in life, a word of regret, one goodbye, life is always hard to say, and there are also hard to believe. Right and wrong, love is just two words, one goodbye, and the other never see each other, right and wrong, some people will fall apart as they walk, and some words will be messed up after listening to it twice, because love has dispersed. Dreams, one desolate, one beauty, one indifferent, and one desolate, where will we meet in life, but the love was too strong at the beginning.

The blue bridge that outlines life has a kind of understanding and a kind of helplessness. The pattern of life is always so sad, there is a sadness and a kind of helplessness. Life has no retreat, and there is no legendary goodbye. Time gives yourself hope and unforgettable, there is a kind of hazy and a kind of distant, because of likes and understanding, we start the final plan, crying, and writing the longing of life.

Splashing ink makes you hurt, a part of separation and a piece of sadness, there is no coincidence in life, and there is too much helplessness. People understand and feel tired. Only when they sing the last single loop of the song, can they know to smile slightly. Things are unpredictable, longing is a crazy story, love is a dream that is difficult to see again, there is a kind of listening, and there is also a kind of unforgettable, losing and feeling the whole world in the same heart as people.

Think about what you said back then, and ask yourself the eyes, and you will realize that what you don’t understand is a kind of sadness that comes later. The bitterness that you understand is the tears of fate. You can’t see each other again, you can’t see each other again, and you can’t see each other again. The words you say are just a kind of loneliness that is deep and shallow. The lonely sea of ​​love, who shelters from the wind and rain, who overcomes obstacles for yourself, and is grateful to the whole world, as long as one understands, understands one’s own heart, and warms the wounded heart.

The wind blows the leaves, the people are gone without traces, the world is cold, love cannot be said, people are already separated, longing begins to be exhausted, life begins to be indifferent, it is difficult to walk, helpless, I remember the legend of the Three Lives Stone. There is a saying on my face, there is a person in my heart, life has no rehearsal, goodbye has no opera, songs have separated too many past events, ruined too many ends of the drama, and in the end, only a hurt heart is left, who can understand it.

The promises I once were placed in my heart, the tears now were placed in my face, and the unforgettable life was unbelievable, called never seeing each other again. The wounds of a person's lonely, the stars passing through the sea of ​​people, the time I don't understand, how much innocent, the hardships hidden in my heart, there are dreams in life, tears in my heart, and there is also an unbearable loneliness. If you want to give up and forget, it is indeed difficult to say the name of vicissitudes.

In the lonely sea mouth, there is a kind of flower called the red shore flower. I believe it is written on the face of the season, and the flowers of life are in the dream of the lamp. The pattern is a door, two people, you have gone far away, I am injured, I see through it, I can no longer see you again. After the right and wrong, I realize that the tears of faith are the promise of the oath, and I have learned to be haggard throughout my life. An excuse, a reason, an indescribable question, and a difficult life to say.

Fate, written about the constant dispersion, dreams, unforgettable love, right and wrong are written in words, life is written in dreams, right and wrong are just a sentence that denies other life meets like the beginning. The flowers in spring are blooming again, tears come when people walk away, and laugh when they smile, helpless, and helpless, thinking too much and asking too much. The so-called understanding is just a sentence that the fate of life is deep and shallow. I remembered the original sentence in my mind, that person, that name, and the present in my heart, I believe that it has gone far away, and helplessness has begun.

One sentence made me wait for a lifetime to believe that a person is always helpless. Learn to be sad. After failing, he knows that he doesn’t know too much. Losing is also a kind of taste. When people live, love passes through the passage of time, longing is hurt, and promises shed tears, he knows the helplessness of loneliness and the desolation of life. The wind blows the leaves, tears are vicissitudes, people are in a vast world, their behavior is heartbroken, and their desire is not destined for life, but it is just a sentence that can be kept unbelievable.

There is a sad story in the brow bend, which describes the old sea of ​​people, a melancholy, a landscape, how many fates are there in the sea of ​​people, how many understandings are there in life, whether it is memory, brilliance, or the concerns of the years, there is an unintentional, and there is also an unforgettable period. The world is so big, there is no turning back in life, and when there is a sea of ​​others, let’s leave the vicissitudes again, ask in this life, where is the fate, behaves in the brow, and the thrush paradise, and count the beauty.

Between the world, there is a quicksand, and for a while, a beautiful single shadow, a love and hate that is impermanent and dispersed, without fate. The wind, the horizon of the sea of ​​people, the intertwined vertical and horizontal lines, a landscape, a love, diamonds forever, life painting is desolate, wind, flowers, snow and moon, the beauty of the sea of ​​people, the glory of the world, just a word of no fate, a picture of gratitude.

The world is in a cold and cold state. I fall in love with a goodbye. I think of a legend. I say something and see what you want to listen. The scenery doesn’t matter. Love has a responsibility. Things change in the world. I can only believe in eternal longing and changes in life. Only the picture of goodbye cannot express my promise to you. I will tell you a picture of my words. There is no trace of time. How many wanderings in life, how many dreams you think and dream, the ruthless fallen leaves on the branches, the flowers bloom and the wealth of the world, and I have a clear conscience.

The bowing of Buddhism, the expression of the heart, a no-no, a listening love, the love of the world, thinking twice in the world, asking life, how far apart the Bodhisattva, asking the next life, good people, thank you, coming to my world, wishes for life, and the beauty of the moon for a lifetime. The wind withered, the flowers fall and rain, the tranquility of the birds, the peace of the sky, there are one minute, and there are another minute, passing by, but it is easy to burst into tears.

A person, a glass of wine, a life in this life, what love you without regrets, what ten thousand sorry, there is always a saying that is unforgettable, there is always a person who cannot remember it. There is no absolute in the world, no regrets in life. Love and parting are hurting this life, even if wine is boiled among the flowers, parting in the world, the wind blows the eyebrows, or the moon surrounds the dusk, it is just a couple, a love of goodbye, looking back and smiling, and falling in love with the treasure of the eternal world.

The east wind is full, the drunkenness is cold, the wind and moon are silent, and the comfort is wandering, and I know that the eyebrows are high and the moon is high, and the tears are desolate. I think about the scenery, and the beauty is three parts of the world. Time has no trace, wine does not intoxicate, there are youth dreams in the world, the wind is wasted, love is wasted, cut short the flowing cup, and write off the stroke, how many hazy scenery. The light rain in the Shenlou has broken the love, missed the past, regret it is too late, remember it in the evening, and remember it as long as you cry.

I regretted the beginning, I was sorry, ten thousand are hard to believe, and one hundred are hard to keep. Only when the world was asked, I knew that flowers bloomed and fell, and the separation of the world was the one who cut the ice whistle, the night rain broke the bell, the wind blew the leaves, and the flowers bloomed silently. Even if we met in life, why fear the wind in the world? I sighed that at that time, the red makeup of ten miles, the flowers and moon moved, right and wrong, the warmth and warmth were three parts cold, the world was like a dream, and the separation was shallow.
Chapter completed!