Just want to meet in the most beautiful years.

The disturbance of the world of mortals, lonely that touch of purples swaying whose dream, the prosperity of the world, leaving a touch of Luoying and drunk whose sadness?

Origin, flowers bloom. Time scattered in the years, encountered a period of fragrance, has countless times weaving those romantic pictures, the song in the wind, the laughter left in the ear, is still beautiful.

Nostalgia to carry through the full moon, the misty rain seen by each other, a thought of the origin, flowers blooming, are the most beautiful tenderness in the dream.

The fate, the flower is zero. A prosperous, drunk flashy lightly, a note of plain ink, wash out the vicissitudes of life of lead.

Three thousand green hair, emaciated whose thoughts, met overnight, emotional who looked back, a song from the war, for who spent a lifetime of misty rain dream, a sad song, sing bad how many past mottled.

Once we meet, the fate is scattered, and then look back, behind the bumpy world of mortals, things have changed the scenery, have been a thousand sails, disappeared.

If the heart is sorry for each other, it hurts itself. Empty time of the Xiao Suo, misty feelings are always inadvertently, time flies infinite frustration.

How many encounters, with the interpretation of loneliness turned into a wisp of clouds and smoke, how much nostalgia, indifference to the misty rain wind and dust like a dream plot.

How much parting exaggerates the desolation of a dream in the world of mortals.

Count the romance in the story, the fate is shallow, and sometimes we meet each other.

Nostalgia for yesterday ten thousand kinds of tenderness, looking back and smiling vaguely, leisurely in the clouds and water.

Time passes by, meeting and parting, always in a hurry, origin and fall, but in a flash.

How many times passed by, the director of the worldly joys and sorrows, sighing years, mercilessly wasted time waiting, but never thought, waiting for the other side, is already vicissitudes of life.

The origin cherishes each other, the fate dies and looks at each other. Gathering and breaking up is doomed.

Just like the seeds of dandelion, they go through spring and summer, but in this desolate season, they are blown to the end of the world by the cold wind.

From then on, this wind and moon no longer has anything to do with you and me, I am my Piaoling, you find your destination.

At the moment of embarking on the journey, many destined to gather together and scattered, perhaps, for a lot of worry about gain and loss, are reluctant, but unnecessary persistence, to the already heavy heart, and add some load.

When the sky is cloudy and rainy, I miss not only the sunset, but also the faint clouds.

In the journey of life, it is never predicted.

Know each other, a thought of origin, carry, once warm, meet, miss for a lifetime, companionship, is the eternal concern.

If you cherish each other, you can only wish in this life. Do not chase the years, do not find time, only to meet in the most beautiful years, this life is enough.

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