The lost heart always can't see your smile. The world is rolling in. Who smiles at my cherishing? Who understands my sunny days? What fate is the fate, the helpless sky, so humble, the longing for love, so unforgettable, and so remembered, just protecting parting and losing tears.

What is happiness? Life is understanding. Love is encounter. Parting is compassion. Such ups and downs and so unforgettable. It is just a rest of life and a missed past events in life.

Waiting for a mistake and thinking of a truth is a regret of life and a gratefulness in this life. In autumn, fallen leaves sweep away dreams, and from then on, passers-by become a landscape.

Thoughts, dripping, love, a pipa, the story is still there, life is impermanent, how many tears are just that caring heart, the illusion of losing life, a past event, a passing year, a bumpy life, a beautiful love, a sad heart that cannot see the sun.

I dream of holding the sunset, reading a dusk, seeing the first dawn, remembering the last forget, giving up, and waiting for a lifetime.

It’s clear, it’s true, but you don’t understand. I’m not willing to parting so early, losing so quickly, and knowing how sad it comes.

A heart is a fate, a life is a waiting for, but the sky is abode, and the three lives are the tears in this life. How much glory is this life, the youth of life is just a period of lingering invisible, nostalgia, loving a person's longing and sadness.

The people in my heart, the love of the sea of ​​people, have really come for many years, and have so many loves come for so many years. I have no choice but to be prosperous and life is impermanent. It is just a life of this life, a day of today, I have not seen you, I don’t understand you, will you never see you again, and will you not be destined to be in the next life.

Regret and regret are just a lack of fate in life, worry and worry are just an illusion of life, helpless scars in life, miss the final loss.

I worry about the late love coming, and I feel sad early when I think of it. Later I don’t understand it. There are bumps in my heart and a turbulent fate. It is a blessing, a worry, and the last helplessness. It depends on my heart and people’s lack of fate. It is just that my heart has changed and people have forgotten it.

Christmas Eve, people miss each other, Valentine's Day, people feel sad, looking back, people become pairs, remembering a heart, the evening rain between two people, and the tears of parting between one person.

The heart and heart are in harmony, life is impermanent, how much care is, how many impermanent fates are lost, waiting for a person, waiting for a person's illusion, losing a person's dream, and later, the end of the song, smiling is also the reason for crying.

How many naivety has become the end of life, how many helplessness has become the emotion of life, how many losses have become the humbleness of life, how many illusions have become the reading of life, and the final loss is just the lack of heart and the helplessness of people.

A helpless brilliance, a sad heart that doesn't understand. Later, people are helpless and helpless, as if they are just a song, and the sentences are so charming, but the heart is a music that will never be seen again.

Listen to the story, you are beautiful sad. When you think of the sentence, I am the most sad word. The scenery is gone, and the ink is hurt. From then on, you forget both the ends of the world.
Chapter completed!