Life is like the first time, and how many helpless, how many sad. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a conversation with you, and I was in the middle of a conversation with you. You have your life, I have my track. The strangeness, the strangeness of even the greeting has become redundant. Why, why just one step away, but seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, like a world apart. Even if you can reach out and touch it, it's still out of reach. Dust like a dream, flowers fall and wither, a few more love, thin face, but also thin once the sea withered and rotten. A few que waiting, a lifetime of empty hang-ups. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Life is as good as the first time you see it, do not know each other, do not keep each other, still can be as the wind is generally dashing, like the cloud is generally calm. The night is not yet over, the lights of the green hills v. cold, the autumn wind who think. The mountain does not understand, the water does not speak, this mountain seems to understand the green silk long. Several loads of smoke and rain, a few frost, the years only care since the flow of long. The light of the mold, the wave of light and shadow since the ripples. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The wind is still the same, the water is still the same, but it is difficult to go back to the old model. "The green mountain language to stop half of the night, tears rain Linling end not regret. How to be as lucky as the brocade-clothed Lang, than the wings of the branch when the voluntary." When the time has changed, everything cannot be changed. In the long night, whose tears moistened the cold quilt? Who said that a man's tears are not frivolous? If life is only like the first time, whether it can live up to the three thousand glances in the past life, that a glance of the amazing and whether it can be destined for three lifetimes. In this life, the distance between the ends of the earth and the sea, thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of miles of trekking, looking through the waters of the waiting for as long as you know, there will be no regrets.
Flowering flowers are full of flowers, fallen flowers into the mound, softly sigh. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get together and part with your friends and family, and then you'll be able to get to know them. A lot of people are not sure how to get together, a lot of people are not sure how to get together, a lot of people are not sure how to get together. The hair is white in the twinkling of an eye. When I look back, I can see that I'm in a dream, and it's all in my fingers. Since it is difficult to give up love, the heart is difficult to stay, it is better to return. Listen to the sound of a zither, waiting in the blooming flowers on the other side of the shore, hand in hand with the love of the people to see the flowers blossom and fall, the clouds rolled up and down.
One flower, one world, one thought, one fate. The search for thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, negative all the Shaohua waiting, across the millennium of tenderness, only for you to swing into a crazy. Full of love, entangled into a string of notes, condensed in your fingertips. A minute, you can recognize a person, a quarter of an hour can fall in love with a person, but it takes a lifetime to forget that a person. Those lingering memories, those carved love will be accompanied by a lifetime, until the body is exhausted, the soul drifted away. No one is wrong, wrong, just the trajectory of fate, let each other meet. Miss, after all, just miss. Life is only like the first time, only wish, in the most beautiful season to meet you. Jimmy said:
When you like me, I don't like you.
When you love me, I like you.
When you left me, I fell in love with you.
It's the obsessive love also, it's the trick of fate also. Those who do not lose and do not forget the agreement, those who have a lifetime of infatuation, those who will never leave the oath, those who are with the end of the promise of no regrets. Finally in that prosperous season of despondency, disappointment fell, even if the dream encounter, will be water into empty. Not in the question, once who is who hold up who's hand? We will meet in the past life, the wind and flowers, leaning alone in the west building? Do not ask, whose red dust rolled over, nay the autumn appendage, lamented the past into a sadness? Do not ask, that scene of memories, clear whose eyes, and blurred the line of sight. Why is love so thin? So shallow? The heart lingers with a sigh: life is only like the first time to see, why is the autumn wind sad painting fan.
If a thousand years can consummate a love affair. Then I waited a thousand years just for you to say; not pouring the city, not pouring the country, pouring all his life for one person, half the world displacement, please allow me a life of tenderness.