Acacia dreams, autumn does not gather, love is connected, the heart is difficult to hold, pull a piece of red dust, can't hold the infatuation, walk under the moonlight, look at the spring breeze broken soul, how much autumn rain is difficult to gather winter snow, I carry the sadness forward, the happiness behind has been following, in the dream, in the shadow, I saw the lie with the truth to find myself, but I can't tell my own mortal dust. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Unforgettable, looking at the new building, guarding a broken shadow, folding a lovesickness, how many Lou Yun cried because of this, and the dream of the agreement has been abandoned, in the feeling of words, in the taste of the dream, how much continues to pull and scatter, revealing love, but can not be sprinkled on the edge of the sun, so that the earth receives a rainbow.

A building shadow is connected to the heart, a piece of words is in love with the truth, how many traces accumulate fate, walking on the destined floor, I can't see the departure of fate, but I can experience the wandering of gathering and scattering, I can rest assured that I can't let go of others' hearts for myself, how many hearts can't be emotionally emotional, and a lot of feelings are faced with heart.

Delayed love, broken love, because of the lateness I feel fateful, because of the interruption, I understand the picture that belongs to me, the myth in my eyes, the words in my heart, the confession of tears, in exchange for the traces of injury, the accumulation of the taste of lovesickness, and the greeting of tears that cannot be sustained.

Love is fate, love is share, a piece of destiny is a piece of truth, a piece of words is a meaning, you are his world, she is your destiny, how many encounters have memories, how much pay has to wait, see sadness, can't see the heart that has been hurt, still can't understand the words.

Fall in love with your understanding, how much confusion, the dedication of tears, the unclear in your heart, you don't know the way when you're drunk, and you still have a drunk way when you wake up. Important pictures, hurtful eyes, what touching tears, drops of lovesickness like a rain dream, walking into the memorial building, the years of meeting are still drunk in the appointment.

The heart is broken, what else is important, waiting for just a hug, infatuated lying down, I can't see the gentle heart, how much fragility, how much simplicity, into the warm love, to bring the pay into sadness.

The hypocritical picture, the warmth of the heart, the inability to cherish the incomprehension in front of me, how much burden, the words that bear the scars, and fall into the abyss have entered the heart, and the traces of the spread have appeared, and many words have entered the cape, and a lot of tears have entered the end of the world.

The helpless heart, that is a tear, with beauty in the wound, but I can't experience it, I just simple comfort, but I can't hide the pessimism in my heart, I hurt my heart very early, I heard the words, I can't hear yesterday, I saw the road, I can't wait to see you again, how much remote becomes close, how much accumulation becomes the end of the world.

Is it the depth of love, or the truth of thinking, walking, having fate, but not seeing the destined, how much helplessness can not see the destination, love to the heart and tears.

It doesn't matter if you wait for tomorrow, love to the future without comfort, I simply chase, can't catch up with the warmth of the surrounding, this season, autumn is no longer that autumn, warm is no longer that warm, there is still a warmth in the heart, what is the truth in the tears, how to understand the lost love.

Time is so important, I want to get drunk in the encounter, always accompany the time that does not seek the future, let the years stay, let the heart stop, always use my own response to feel the picture at that time, let the tenderness of the smile dance, let the warm love compose, and talk about the swan song of the ages.

Love will not be old, but the heart will run, ignore today's harvest, but still reminisce about the disappeared yesterday,

What comfort can untie my attachment, a person's dedication, a person's fault, so sad on the road from now on, wait, how can there be a heart not broken, look again, where there are tears that do not flow, chasing, where someone comes to ask, I can last a minute to miss, but I can no longer let your picture appear in my mind every second.

Cut a little dream clothes, fight the cold in the unhappy, how much sorrow and lovesickness turn into tears, and from then on, the words will become blessings, and I hope that the people in the distance in my heart will be healthy.

The anticipation of the middle of the night can't stop the truth of the dawn, the real lie can't replace the yesterday in the heart, walking on today's starting route, how much pain and drunkenness spread in the depths of the heart because of the loss, and become a real picture, although sad, but happy, although there is a dream, still infatuated, although waiting, still wandering.

My heart is still beating, tears will flow, I will be scared in my dreams, worried about tomorrow's departure, in fact, the mood has never grown, and the superposition of tears has been a simple question and answer, asking how to change my departure, and answering is infatuation without regrets.

The heart can't hold back the tears, the words can't stop yesterday, the heart looks at the autumn wind, piercing into the sadness, and what kind of feeling can't explain the loss of yesterday. How can the days be long, I am willing to wait for fate, how can I be long, I am willing to keep the destiny, because you are a wind, I am a drop of rain, you walk silently, I fall with sound.

I asked and asked, I thought about it again, I can't meet when I meet, fate is not destined, there is no fate in opportunity, and the lonely time is still hovering in the place of yesterday. Love has two lines of tears, one is to meet and the other is to wait. There are two wounds, one because of yesterday, one because of the distance, the memories of yesterday, and the distant ones do not look back.

I am willing to accompany me to old age, miss my companion for a lifetime, wait for a lifetime, meet without sky, and wait for eternity.

The wings on the body, there is no love, there is no dream, there is only half of the acacia left, no tears, no sadness, then what is the lovesickness, what else is there, etc., their wings disappeared in the red dust one by one.

A glass of acacia and a glass of wine,

I Lou Ying indulges in love,

The dream of the beginning of the world's encounter,

How much to pay for tears.

That's a light, I can't write the glory of tomorrow, how much is wrong and wrong, I think about cause and effect, meet a scene, and wait for a lifetime. Worried thoughts are always lonely, unable to wash away the lovesickness in tears, unable to move the distant turn.

How many times can there be love, how many times is true, how many times is clear, say that you cherish it, but you can't hold back your tears, forget the love, break the love, I don't understand in my heart, what kind of scattering can gather, what kind of truth can feel the lie.

Once because of the fate of the encounter and the heart of the chase, now I feel that I have no part and is destined to retreat, but I still can't avoid the tears of lovesickness, I can't carry the love of different people, even if it is to describe the mood for the distance, I am willing, and I have no regrets, thinking that I have met, so there are no regrets in this life.

Flowers and lovesickness drop tears, love hurts in a dream, true feelings of false road reminiscences, how many times is a dream of red dust. Sitting and laughing, a prosperous spring and autumn break, the two hatreds are repeated again and again, folded and inflated to ask the winter heart. Cut off the red dust without a dream, how to go lovesick, take the parting hook overnight, and break the soul without knowing it.