If you like someone, don’t ask whether it is a disaster or fate, a dream or a charity, or a concern, indifference is hidden in your heart, helplessness is hidden in your eyes. The kite of missing the most beautiful years, the only voice of your heart, thinking of the memories of the past, there is a wait, the fatigue of hurt, the coldness of helplessness. The sadness of the street is hidden in the most beautiful sleeves, falling in love with someone you can’t see again is just a hug of the years and a long-cherished wish. The love in the dream is short of the fate of life, it is just a story that does not belong to me. Love goes far away and the world changes.

I missed the dream, missed the heart, missed the waiting of the whole world, and realized that life is so tired, and I can be haggard in my life. A kind of loneliness, a kind of indifference. Loving someone and waiting for a world hides a kind of sadness, waiting for a hesitation, a lonely heart is always powerless to tell, indifferent love hides too much indifference, life has a goodbye and a lack of fate, is it cold and frozen, or the prosperity of the moon, just a listening song, no goodbye, and no thought of the original self.

Time missed me, I missed you, and your truth, your beauty, have cried and laughed for you, and the final result is a world that I cannot see. The color of love is a dream that I cannot say, an unforgettable life, and a kind of sadness, hiding in a person's world, hiding one's loneliness, and talking about the freedom and freedom of life. Love is crazy, and longing is still talking in the dream, human heart, you in a dream, you said goodbye, waited for eternity, laughed at me for youth, and waited for me to wither, just a hug of youth, a telling, a goodbye without fate, and it is difficult to see the first appointment.

Love is a kind of sadness, waiting is a kind of crying, I waited, I got drunk, and finally my crying was sad. The world of a person, the wonderfulness of a person, the helplessness of the next life is a rainbow that I cannot forget, a quiet corner, hidden in my lonely heart, crying and laughing for myself, and then I know the final result of life. Life has lost its color, love has lost its persistence, the dreams I missed, the fate I missed, the mentality that cannot be changed, it is just a kind of stay, a kind of life that cannot be retained.

Who is it? The final crying of cut is a kind of indifference and haggardness. Loving someone is a kind of fatigue. Passing by in my heart, I can’t say the final promise. What is happiness? It’s not waiting for you to come home or come back, but asking your figure sadly, looking at the tears in your hands and saying goodbye. Standing at the intersection, three days are too far away, how much helpless is there in a year, missing is a kind of fatigue and also a pattern. The passing thoughts hide too much lovesickness, and the helpless pattern hides a lot of loneliness.

The destined dream hides the flower stamen in the heart. Love is a kind of flower, and it is also a world where we can't see each other again. It hides deep persistence. Lover, lover, love, love's soul, longing, longing, dreamlessness, there is a sadness on the road, there is a luxury in life, who locks the last understanding, who is cold, and the life I understand. I love someone, wait for a long time, think for a long time, and ask for a long time, and then I realize that you have no self in it. There is a kind of indifference between heaven and earth, and it is not you, not me, but the miss of the world.

There is love in your eyes, dreams in your heart, there is a kind of sweetness, and there is a kind of love that is hard to believe, and there is a kind of longing that cannot be believed. I keep asking myself, I keep asking myself, I don’t understand, others don’t believe, the world begins to change, and life begins to change. Every note I listen to is the frequency of longing. The end of every thought is just a world that I don’t understand. The story begins every day, and life is lonely every day, just a kind of sadness, silly taste, hiding the compassion of life, and hiding the invisible haze.

In the wind and rain, in the dream of love, it is so tired to please someone, what is happiness, what is waiting, a world that is hard to part with, hopeless love is hidden in your eyes, a dream that cannot be seen again is hidden in your heart. The love that I miss cannot be said, the waiting is without fate, and the looking back. The vicissitudes of the world always have a sense of indifference, and a sense of desolation, and a sense of loneliness. There is always an innocence and an expectation in life. The puppet of love, the fatigue of longing, the haggard life, the fatigue of longing, the fatigue of longing is a kind of extravagant beauty, and the tears of love that I don’t understand.

Being a puppet of love, I miss the haggardness of life, is it the beauty of the wind or the prosperity of the moon, there is a kind of listening, and a kind of sadness, hidden in the world in the heart, always helpless, hidden in the dream of longing, always lonely. I heard that love has come back and missed, I realized that the prosperity of the wind and moon is just a kind of scars, just a kind of brightness of life, the fragile soul has been tired of the haggardness of life, beautiful tears, loneliness of longing, hidden without regrets, hidden bruises all over the ground, and hidden water of forgetfulness that will never be seen in the next life.

I start to regret, start to give up in life, start to be lonely, start to care about every time I don’t care about life, when longing begins to see each other, life begins to be no longer destined, and the goodbye that I understand is hidden too deeply, and the sadness in my heart is powerless to turn back. A person seeks the future world, thinks of the most beautiful never to see again, the confusion of the world, the rippling of life, hides the wind and moon without fate, hides the sadness like a painting, there is a kind of prosperity in my ears, and there is also a kind of loneliness in my heart, hiding the world of my heart, and the smell of confusion in my life.

The sole dance of the soul, caring about the scars in the heart, lighting up the lamp of loving others, and closing the door of loving others, only then do you know that sadness comes so quickly. Love wakes up and dreams get drunk, in the end it is just a kind of listening, a kind of sadness, hiding powerlessness, hiding no fate. It is not that you dare not think, it is not that you dare not ask, but that sweet memories can no longer be forgotten. There are sad words, hiding sad hearts, saying a thousand to ten thousand, in the end, it is just a kind of love that you no longer cherish, just a love that you miss.

You are the one you love the most, you are invisible sadness and fragility. Every time you think of it, you are the tears of sadness, giving away the remaining dreams of life, and sweeping away the waiting time. A scroll of painting hides sadness and confusion, a sentence without fate hides with withering and yourself, and a goodbye, hiding deception and loneliness. Only that hurt heart still helplessly hold up the longing of waiting and crying alone.

Every turn and every give up hides the helplessness of sadness. Loving someone is so hard, waiting is a burden, and loneliness that cannot be seen again. The sadness has been hidden for a long time, waiting for forgetting, and wiping away goodbye, but the longing for the future is still worried about the future, the indifferent heart is hidden very deeply, waiting for a long time, there is a kind of letting down, and there is also a kind of sadness. Love has not given up, but tears are conquered by waiting. Missing the final end of the drama, love has become a burden of longing, loneliness keeps the last steps, and frequently reminds of the last smile for oneself.

There is a kind of yearning, love is lost, there is a kind of quick year, from then on, life begins to be strange, life begins to be blurred, and life begins to give up, and miss it. Missed longing, finding the last helplessness, looking at a kind of sadness, there is always a kind of helplessness, and there is also a kind of deception. What's wrong with love? When I miss it, is it tear talking or heart dancing, there is a kind of loneliness, and a kind of lethargy, there is a lot of helplessness hidden in the intersection of a person. There is a kind of tears, no fate, and a kind of vicissitudes of life.

The night is vast, the stars rolling up the sea water, the sea of ​​people is vast, flowers bloom and fall, life is not a fate, but the boy with a bent eyebrows has walked away from the inner world. Dreams are a direction, life is a kind of understanding, the dream that misses, the dream that colds one's heart, the love that misses, and the sorrow that understands one's own understanding. Love is confused, the heart is confused, the moonlight of one's own person, the lack of love, the boy who passes by is just a young man who understands one's own understanding. There is a direction on the road, life has a confusion, and the flow of longing. The hometown that has not been seen for ten years is the beauty that blows away the original ending.

Snowflakes fly, love chases, the world begins to inspire, life begins to be tired, there is always an unforgettable, and there is also a withering, the world is so beautiful, and love is so easy to make people haggard. A cold heart, the person you missed is just a kind of understanding, a kind of forgetting, difficult to forgive, difficult to see again, hidden sadness, hidden confusion in life, who cuts the final promise, gives me a journey without fate, is the loneliness of waiting, the loneliness of dreams, and also encourages me in life. The tears in the eyes of love hide a kind of lack of fate, a kind of complaint, and a kind of indifferent loneliness.

It’s so hard to wait for someone, it’s so tiring to think of someone, the wind blows the leaves and the impermanence of life, who cuts the final complaint, life goes one by one, just a phoenix seeks a phoenix. A landscape, miss the hope of love, a period of time, miss the waiting for life, fate, just a fate, the separation between two people wipes away the tears of life, wipes away the haggardness of life, a sentence when people reach middle age, they are powerless to turn the sky, love romance is just a never see each other again. Beauty cannot be repeated, life cannot look back, look back and smile, goodbye, just listen, not encounter.

One begins, one forgets, the most beautiful and unintentional life, the most beautiful and no longer see each other, looking back at the past, thinking of the dreams of the past, thinking of the farewell of goodbye. It seems that I have cried, and it seems that I have begun to like it, waiting haggardly, cold and exhausted, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it just has a deception in my heart, and there is still a lack of fate in my life, what is fate and what is love, it’s just wipe away the tears of life, and it can’t wipe away the past encounters, there are dreams in my eyes, and there are loves in life, so many wishes and changes, just a look back, and I can’t see you again.

What's wrong with loving someone? You're gone, I'm crying. I miss the sadness you think. It doesn't matter what you wait for, it's wind or rain or a teenager. There is a kind of coldness in life, and there is also a kind of loneliness, hiding sad life, rippling on the road that I don't understand. It doesn't matter, the road of goodbye, the dream of goodbye, the people who never see each other again, loneliness in their hearts, helplessness hidden on the road, and there is also a deception, hiding too many smiles of wind, flowers, snow and moon, the shadow of crying said, cherish it, the fate is gone, why should you be haggard in the dream of life?

There are dreams on the road, life has a play, fate and dispersion, intermittent life, the final result is haggard, and the tragedy of life is unable to bear the tragedy of life. A few people in love know more about missing, but it is just a kind of letting go. The lack of fate between two people is love, dream, fate, disaster, and the lack of fate in the next life. Wrong, wrong, fate is gone, if love turns back, I would rather not look back, because the longing for looking back is too painful, and the persistent dream is too sad and too withered.

Life is really fragile. When you meet love, you will be helpless and cry when you miss it. If love has you, you will lose me. I am willing to make mistakes again and again. A sentence on the road, life is hurt, missed fate and missed you, cherish the last understanding, and cannot listen to the dreams of life. If you love someone, how can you forgive yourself, wait for someone, explain life, but you are powerless to tell, you cannot see you again. Looking back at the boy, in a hurry, it is just a stroke, but you have no chance to continue writing. If you understand the missed life, it is difficult to understand what love is, how can you live without fate.

A broken scroll in my hand, a life of indifference, a few people in love, a fate writes about this life, a floating life is in the play, and apart from the past, it is just a lack of fate. I regret that I met before, and I cannot hold hands and live together. I regret that I met before, but I am destined to be sad. The reincarnation of the previous life will never be seen again in this life. The smiles that pass by can't be said, can't see through, can't understand life, what's wrong with love, what's wrong with waiting, heartbreaking love, waiting for Buddhism, who promises too much reincarnation, who cuts the final follow-up.

Along the way, people become cold and heartbroken, the world begins to change, dreams wake up, the road is far away, and lovers are also gone. There is a kind of scenery on the road, just looking at the scenery of others, and there is a kind of flowers blooming and falling in life, just watching one's passing by oneself. A smile, the world is big, the road of life, a glass of wine, anyone will get drunk, and everyone will be haggard. There is a kind of haggard life, and there is also a kind of haggardness in the cold world, and love is divided into two.

A hardworking heart forgets the care you had in the past and the goodbye in the future. It is just a cry, two tears, I can't tell the oath clearly, I can't see through life. I cherish the last tenderness, think of the frozen loneliness, care about a person, sad a heart, and cold my own world. A wounded person has a kind of messy and a kind of lack of fate, is the haggardness of the wind, the change of dreams, or the beautiful of the road, there is a mistake, the wrong one passes by, the corner of life, and the indifferent lovesickness can only be hidden in the indifferent goodbye.

The road of love is foggy, the love that misses fate, the understanding in the heart, a dream, a separation. How many loves are exchanged for a pity, gentle compassion, just a care, a wandering, infatuated and unfaithful, and the pain that is everywhere. A wounded heart, a person endured, a helpless dream, sums up the final loss, letting down the tragedy of life, the last understanding of vicissitudes, a person endured love, a person learns to cry alone. Love shed tears, longing exhausted, and there is still one that doesn't matter, and it's just a regret that is not destined to end.

The hurt heart is too cold to wait, helpless loneliness, and learn to start with sadness, there is a dream, and there is also a kind of waiting, the world begins to become cold, and life begins to be helpless, but there is still a kind of sadness in the heart, the missed fate, the world, the listening of life, there is also a kind of prosperity, a change, a kind of vicissitudes of no chance of fate. The life that understands, love is separated, the narrative of no chance, changes are changed, your heart, my heart, one parted in smile, the other parted in sorrow, wipes tears, and miss the dream in front of you.

When you wake up from the dream, your heart is cold, your love will be sad, you will miss the fate in the dream, lose your sincere smile, hold your hands and draw, cut it freeze, live alone. What is kindness, what love has, what is waiting for, just waiting in your heart, you can't say, what is asking about life, you can't wait, there is also loneliness, and there is also confusion, hiding desolation, saying loneliness, two words in life, you have no chance to look back on the past, and today I think of the tears of the past.

On the road, it is a dream, a world of love, and a world of waiting, and a relationship without fate. When the story turns back, love will never see again. The cold heart, looking at the end of the world, there is too much reincarnation hidden in my eyes. There is a kind of follow-up, and there is also a kind of no fate. Love is a word, or two people, but life is just a life that cannot be explained clearly and the scenery that cannot be seen through. There are people on the road, life has dreams, and there are also loneliness, and two kinds of lovesickness.

In the calm summer, crying red, the appearance of love is not the confusion in the heart, the last sorrow is hidden in the helplessness of life. Loving someone and waiting for the whole world, but not being able to understand your next life, missing the beautiful shadow dedication, understanding life, and love is lost. It’s dawn, yesterday is lost, the world begins to change, life begins to be helpless, missed, fate, going far away, vicissitudes of your heart, going far away, loneliness of your own world outlook.

Dreams, the bondage of fate, people, tears, and longing, and understanding, right and wrong, always a kind of extravagance, and pessimism. Since we have broken up, why bother with us? Why bother with us? Why bother with us? The uncomfortable heart, thinking about the past, thinking about the spring and autumn of life, and worrying about the mutual encounter in life. Has the past love been separated? The tears of longing were broken up, and the final haggardness, breaking up, why be sad, just passing by in this life.

The person I have loved, the heart I missed, the cold world, the indifferent world, the indifferent, I spent my whole life writing about the last fate, the world began to be haggard, the fate began to be tired, and living like this, can life still be free and easy? I am blown by the cold wind for you and I am indifferent to the world, and love is goodbye, just one fate, one part, and one part, and one part, understand, understand, the world begins to change, life begins to fade away, I heard that there is nothing right or wrong in love, I heard that I am not persistent, just tears walk after your turn, just longing walks beside your smile, passing by.
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