If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

After reading all the pain of parting at the end of the world, returning without the truth will look like scattered flowers. The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the green window has nothing to do with spring or the sky.

I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye, and how many full moons can be reunited in a year. The willow trees are like silk, the spring in my hometown is over.

All partings are sad sentences, but people hope that parting is not a full stop, but a dash, pointing to a warm tomorrow with a smile.

Looking at the flowers falling, scattered here and there, it’s the season of farewell again; listening to the broken strings, desolate and desolate, a farewell song expressing my heartfelt feelings; saying goodbye, thinking about it in my heart, waving the broken clothes Sleeves are stained with tears; recalling the past, bit by bit, loving and hating the past makes people sad.

Sometimes parting is to get together better, and leaving is to bring back the best version of yourself.

The encounter is always short-lived. I have to say goodbye to you now, leaving me alone to greet this world without you.

If we don’t stay together when we meet, we will end our fate when we part.

Recalling the fragrance, wandering in the mind, the past events are vividly remembered. Recalling the past, lingering in my heart, as the sun sets in the west. Reminiscing about parting, my thoughts are filled with sadness, and you and I wave goodbye. Recalling the past, the young face looked back and shed tears wherever she turned. When it comes to parting, someone will always be hurt and cry. When it comes to parting, someone will always turn around and leave. Parting is always sad and emotional. It's parting, it's always vicissitudes of life, and goodbye.

Speaking of farewell, it’s just a line of egrets climbing up into the clouds, wanting to stay, but telling the blue sky when the tears will rain. ?

Speaking of farewell is just a song of sorrow and sadness. I want to stay, but I watch the sunset set on the mountain and reflect the remaining willows. ?

Speaking of farewell is just a glass of cold wine that goes down the throat. If you want to keep it, it turns out to be bitter and heart-breaking. ?

Speaking of farewell is just a stream of water flowing from the east. I want to stay, but the flowers leave the branches and flow with the waves. ?

Speaking of farewell is just a word of cherishment and playing the Qiang flute. I want to stay, but I am afraid that people will leave and be lonely at night.

Why do we have to part ways in life and death? I hope that you will always be in love with me, and your love will turn into a butterfly, and thousands of flowers will wither in the world of mortals. ?

Why do we have to part ways in life and death? I hope that your heart will remain as strong as before, your love will turn into a butterfly, and you will look back intoxicated with a startling glance. ?

Why do we have to separate in life and death? I hope that your troubles and worries will be annihilated, your love will turn into butterflies, and you will rise and fall together in the cold wind. ?

Why do we have to say goodbye in life and death? I hope you will remember the past for a long night, your love will turn into a butterfly, and your heart without regret will fall into the branches and jade leaves. ?

Why do we have to part ways in life and death? I hope you will be happy and carefree and will not recognize your fall, your love will turn into a butterfly, and you will disdain misunderstandings and finally say goodbye.

If I leave, I will never see you again. I don't know why, every time I think of this sentence, I feel inexplicably desolate and sad. A person has to experience too many separations and separations in his life, and those sudden separations often leave people unprepared. We meet each other everywhere in life, but sometimes we turn around and it really lasts a lifetime. From now on, we will never see each other again.

The red string is broken, the bright mirror is missing, the morning dew is shining, the fragrance is resting, the white head is groaning, the pain is parting, try to eat more and don’t miss the concubine, the Jinshui is soup, and I will say goodbye to you!

Afraid that yesterday looks forward to tomorrow and makes you sad and full of tears?

Like falling leaves, don’t miss too many complex feelings?

Can’t sleep at night and the picture freezes on parting?

The starry sky is like a sunny day and you are heartbroken and burst into tears?

Like flying geese, you will not miss too many seasons?

But you are afraid that you will never see each other again

Lifting hatred is like wine, which makes people drunk in ancient and modern times.

I am afraid that the water of the Yangtze River will be filled with the tears of children.

Yi Yu is not of this generation, so he gives it away with nothing.

When we meet again one day, the breeze will move the heaven and earth.