No regrets, it has become a trend.

Things are different, who is who, missing has become nostalgia, how many pictures have been wasted, loving you for 10 thousand years has become regret, missing forever, just a photo, once just a person's relocation.

My painting in the wind, wandering thoughts, warmed the whole sad lingering, tender paintings bypassed my heart, tender feelings turned into paintings, and the wandering of my life became your concern at this time.

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't swim against the current, I have no fate. I used to think that life was like this, and I came to your arms, but now you are embracing other people's eyes, and the whole world is crazy in my heart. In that hurry, do you still remember my inner feelings? Can you still write down my name now? My heart is crying, my thoughts are scarred and gone forever, love.

Fingertips are tender, the world is prosperous, how many fetters turn into missing kites to thrush for you, how many love forms two lines of tears to make a person dream that you love you, which is an unspeakable sentence, and what awaits you is an invisible oath.

No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep.

The story began to be written in my heart every day, and the wandering in the distant rivers and lakes tore my heart and lungs all my life.

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't see the warmth of the world of mortals, my life is safe, why am I so hesitant? I have been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years, and I passed by this life just to continue writing.

Oath, to be clear, is only to make up for the entanglement and injustice of previous lives. Just to write tears that have never flowed in my life, commitment has become a deception in my life.

Love can't sleep, love can't sleep, the river goes upstream, and there is no fate. It is said that it is a lingering miss, and the broken dream is sad in heartbreaking drunkenness. Hang Seng's teenager has already broken his heart, breaking the feud in this life.

One day, your sunny day, my sleepless night, a year, my thoughts are like rain, my life is picturesque, and so on are just a kind of concern.

No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep.

I have a heart, waiting for a lifetime, and I have two tears, which I have read all my life.

Lonely sails always set sail at the end of no chance. Every time the gloom of love approaches sadness, the written thoughts can't draw what they used to look like.

The wind broke me for ten years, and the rain swept my life. Meeting makes me miss my life and never be together again. This is a demanding joke.

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't swim against the current, I have no fate. It tells the story of South Africa's phoenix and phoenix, geese and their party, the world is sorrowful and the autumn moon is cut off. The ten-mile peach blossom you mentioned is just a drop of concern in my heart.

My heart has a home, and loving you is just a concern. If I wake up, will you pick me up at dawn?

I can't sleep in love, I can't sleep in love, I can't sleep in love, I can't sleep in love, I can't sleep in love, I have no fate. It's always a sad world, and I can't write that once flowers blossomed and life was impermanent.

The way love used to be, now it's crazy. Watching with tears is a kind of sadness at the end. The way I love you is just a meteor reading. Life is as beautiful as ever, why do you leave me in tears?

The flowers are getting thicker every month, people are not in the center, thinking and remembering are next to the broken shadow behind them, and that thin stream can still shuttle through the crowd.

Love can't sleep, love can't sleep, the river goes upstream, and there is no fate. It is said that love can't sleep, love can't sleep, the river goes upstream, and there is no fate.

Phoenix seeks to burn, the city is full of vitality, Naihe Bridge, several people are on and off, and finally seeing your eyes has become the scenery in my heart. I waited for the whole world, and you passed by my world, so I missed it, just for writing.

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't forget, I can't wait, your rivers and lakes are misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so attached, so unforgettable, lovesick, hopeless goodbye in life.

The whole sunny day of missing has blossomed, and the world displayed for reading will always be a white horse knee-high, falling gently, just to cut off my feelings, just to remember for a moment, just to let me wait for you.

Love between mountains and rivers, the year of Dolphin Bay, that sentence, I love you, has become the fleeting time of my life. Later, I was a flower, and when it bloomed, I lost my luster and my face faded. I'm just a passer-by in your eyes.

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I sleep against the current, I have no fate. It is said that a wandering and lazy star is a full moon to me. No one wants to think about stories and see the scenery, but meeting you has become a painting of my life, writing down the last city I miss, picking up the broken shadow of wandering, and can't erase my romantic browsing feelings.

The stamens in my heart are broken and gathered, the lines of life are scattered and written, and the nostalgia for the past is only a remnant, but you have written down the glory of your life, romantic love and love for the whole city, just a landscape.