The moonlight stepped into my heartache, reminiscence could not hide the sadness of intoxication, the song of emotion still danced on the warm face, but could not be accompanied by the picture of the past, the dawn of tears, on the unforgettable road, the hurried lovesickness, walked in the vertical and horizontal line of time, disappeared in the evening, but could not go away in the mind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the cry of the autumn wind, talking about the lost rhythm, the dream is sailing, the tears are positioning, the weak red dust composes the memory for this, gently and simply creates the tactfulness of the mood, tells the solidification of the words, but can not deduce the sadness in the heart, walking in the vertical and horizontal line of sadness, still smiling and taking out the face that has been hidden for a long time, but unable to treat the direction of the heart with the right eyes.

What can be said, what to say goodbye, all the moods, drunk on the road of reminiscence, the words spoken, can not say the continuation of today's continuous interpretation of yesterday, the teardrops of thought, the confusion of lovesickness, the simple steps, the position of the traces that cannot be probed, the moving perception, the inability to experience the taste of yesterday, because of loss, because today's time can not meet yesterday's people.

The promise is at hand, the mood is lost in the warm company of eternity, which tears, that lovesickness, in the fragile mortal dust marked their own spring and autumn, but can not irrigate the former self, is the hope in the blessing to write their fate, but can not let the destined cape mark in the warm world, hope in the heart, see yesterday's coordinates, appreciate tonight's full moon.

Beautiful and wonderful, looking through the ups and downs of the mood, I found the sadness of the past, the desolation in my heart, the desolation in my heart, all the moods, the loss of a paragraph, in the heart, in the tears, written so clearly, described so sad. And the memories at this moment, hovering in the scenery of yesterday, their own journey cannot cover up the past efforts.

The continuation of mountains and rivers, the roar of the sea, the ups and downs of the heart, walking in front of others, drawing their own teardrops, the acquaintance step by step, the love of the drops, the loss of this encounter, this real picture, once read with heart, now injected with tears, the youth of this life has buried a lot of memories, but it will never close the warm thoughts in the heart.

The oath is buried in the corner of the heart, the words are lost next to the tears, and the memories that are close at hand must be accompanied by this life. Gently, you are gone, I will use tears to compose infatuation for you, a touch of lovesickness, I will continue to wait for you yesterday, meet step by step, I will use the time of this life to interpret my own companionship in the heart.

Looking at the past, guarding the love in my heart, protecting the truth in tears, and controlling my own time, but I can't treat the tears falling, say not to cry, say not to cry, but I can't find the opportunity to find the picture of the past, because I lost the corner of lovesickness, and I hate myself step by step, hurt myself, and can't find yesterday's words because of the incompleteness in the traces.

Lost what you can't get, get what you can't deal with, is it the fault of tears, or the lovesickness is not true enough, the disappearance of dreams, the picture you once had, all the moods, changed because of yesterday, everything today, because of the gathering of words, let the tears fall in the heart, jumping around, but still can't continue to interpret the yesterday in the heart.

Hope is with the heart, acacia composes blessings, and the fate you give has become destined. The love in my heart, the love in my tears, the lovesickness in my words, and the tears behind my deeds have written a simple and magical story for you, for me, and for the future that we can't reach together.

Holding the evening breeze of the four seasons, looking for the warmth of the dawn, and coming to the side of the snow scene, I know that the heart will be tired, the lovesickness will not change, the will will not change, and the time will never change. All the moods, a piece of tactfulness, for the meeting, for the acquaintance, even if there is no future for us, but the words of lovesickness, the truth of tears, will never change.

Listening to the songs of the heart, talking about the intoxicating lovesickness, a tearful life, a love, simple steps, clumsy waiting, continuous scenes, spreading in the tactful place of thoughts, there is a trace, and the depth of the trace is the corner that I accompany with warmth, and it is affirmed that I have made a wish for this life.

Caring about indifferent concerns, pulling this piece of infatuated absoluteness, but unable to deduce the drunkenness in my heart, quietly crying, wandering thoughts wandering around others, what I experience is waiting, waiting for the future to reminisce, waiting for the temperature of tears and lovesickness, it is the temperature that makes me grow, and it is the degree that makes me change.

The legend of love, with walking in my heart, I use my thoughts, marked with the warmth around you, wrote a lot of blessings, for your hope and shed affectionate teardrops, although you can not know the memory of my heart, but my waiting is never changed, because the encounter is real, because waiting is attentive.

This piece of suffering, this beautiful and wonderful picture, wandering in the vertical and horizontal line of time, you and I experience, you quietly laugh past, I follow up step by step, accumulate our words, put them in my heart, hide them in my mind, rewrite the future step by step, step by step to create the waiting in my heart.

Lying for no reason, there is a familiar rhythm, a route that you and I agree on, your words, in that rainbow-like love, your dedication, in which sunny four seasons to accompany, because of the encounter, and then there is an appointment, the continuous scenery is in the heart, the perfect memory can not let time take away, although I am advancing, but the gathering of words, but can not leave the heart of yesterday.

The wrong fate, let me change my love for you, the right lovesickness, marked in the warm heart, wandering in the four seasons of the ten thousand scenes, will not be cooled down because of the loss of time, will not change because of the mood of waiting, because once, because of the tactfulness of the mood, there is the soul of this song, the soul of the rhythm, because of the beautiful picture.

The heart of this world, for you to come to Hongchen, changed your own legend, and created a dream of Nan Ke of mortal dust, go south, can't go into your heart, go north, can't go to your side. can only continue the warmth in my heart, accompany the scenery that I once met, so drunk, therefore dreamy, because drunk and lovesick, because of dreams have real tears drooping.

Wait for the next life, calm the mind, wait for the wrong fate line, let the lovesick tears of the future, fall in the heart, perceive the destiny around you, do not seek a time, do not seek a lifetime, just quietly watch the vertical and horizontal lines in that time, and let the ups and downs of the heartbeat measure the gathering and dispersion of you and me.

The beauty of time, dyed on the embankment of red dust, sprinkled with the smell of aroma, this wonderful familiarity, pregnant with the perception of the heart, hiding some myths of dreams, gathering the teardrops of lovesickness, is the tactfulness of the direction, is the bizarre of confiding, walking on the road of you and me, so the vertical and horizontal lines of time have risen and fallen.