The words are still left and right, and you can't catch the sweat. What's the composition?

Love, value, it turned out to be so simple, people, see through, only to know that they do not know how to pay. Read a person, come too late, you will miss it, look at a heart, others will confess to him, you can't wait to hit the south wall. Good grievances, human rights and wrongs, confidante, the wrong person will be separated sooner or later, and others will feel robbed when they touch it. I am bitter and tired. By the time you understand, it's already scattered. When I see through it, you have forgotten it. Someone fell in love with the person I love, and my heart was broken. I fell in love with the person who fell in love with others, and my tears left too late and easily dispersed.

I can't forget, I can't see through, but I can't see through with my heart. I understand that your life belongs to someone else, and I was wrong. I will let you see my separation sooner or later. I want to catch it, but there is nothing I can do. Devotion to life, love, etc. But that beautiful sentence is because I lost you, missed you and lost my dream. If I touch it, I think others will take it away. In the world, there is no dusk you want, but I don't know it because I don't understand it, because I got separated. Your understanding, my confusion, and the last kiss of others are not as much as the corner of your eye.

The wrong person has a kind of demeanor, with too many emotions hidden in his heart, unspeakable patience and unspeakable vicissitudes, but he still clings to the separated scenery. Sooner or later, I will part, just because of my ignorance, let my innocence see you, and you, because of the future world, make my memories vague and hasty, learn to wait and learn to touch the past encounters. If someone touches me, I will cry, because I know and want to keep it, but I can't cherish it. My thoughts are still walking slowly, and my tears are still chasing. When people say their names, I will remember your story.

That kind of feeling is missing me, so that tears can draw the most beautiful life. You know, but there is no turning back. In my opinion, people who miss it will be separated sooner or later.