Wait until my heart aches, how to send tears from now on, two lines of white hair and green tears, a parting hook in front of you, tenderness is unforgettable, dripping soul lovesick rain, but the bridge dreams of daylight, and it is difficult to meet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wipe away the oath that has a dream, but can not describe the promise in the heart, the dream continues, the heart does not sleep, and I don't want to see it in tears, ask the ten fingers, although the ten fingers are connected to the heart, but I can't know you in my heart.

The crooked moon hangs in the red dust in the heart, and the heart of the mortal dust is difficult to give up this world of its own, tasting the fragrant tune, but can not understand the call of the four seasons, after a long moment of this scene, only to understand that the oath can fall into their hearts, but can not float to your side, be your wings, and help you sail.

The warm moonlight, the fragile treasure box, can keep the loneliness of the moonlight, but can not judge our time, so slowly wait for the vertical and horizontal lines of time to open us one by one, so that you become the treasure box under the moonlight, and I use my heart bit by bit to warm the Nai He Bridge we walked together.

Gently stop a period of thought, but can't hold the tears in front of him, can only let the weak sunlight wet the diamond in his heart, and slowly taste the ruthless Nai He Bridge. I look at the end of the world in the distance, but I can't see you at the cape, and I understand the overlap of vows, but I can't stack your memoirs.

You are my love, I am your love, our acquaintance is my love that I can't let go, my waiting is the love that can't be given up to you, waiting for you to wait for the day and day, thinking about you without warmth in your heart, and at this moment the thoughts are still around you around you.

The tactful nocturne cycles the frequency of words that have been spreading, but what cannot be separated is the road we have walked together, there is you on the road, you are in my heart, there is you in my heart and the taste of warmth appears, but because of your departure, the chain mail in my heart stumbles over the warmth, and then it replaces the cold.

The sea of red dust in the universe, the spring and autumn under the lily, the ethereal four seasons in the ten thousand scenes, the evening of the day in the dawn, the east wind of longing in the night rain, the tears of diamonds like a promise, and the mean promises like a rainbow fall, the indifferent voice can not swing the ocean of infatuation, and the ten fingers can wipe away the tears but cannot change the eternal past.

The starting line of love has a calm and warm beginning, the parting hook in the distance is the end of the world of tears, and the waiting on the other side has become a helpless cape, the three worlds meet in one step, the fate is broken, and the street corner of the Nai He Bridge is encountered, the spring flowers do not bloom, and the tears in the heart hang in the distant sky.

There is affection for each other, there is a dream in the heart, a trace of tenderness accompanies this life, poetry can change the song but can not knock out the words in the heart, the smoke rises to meet you, and the leisurely and intoxicating world has scooped me out, since then the youth has been fixed for you, lonely and lonely, I want to dream of tears, love before tears, heartache said no regrets, Jiangnan does not date in dreams.

I would like to turn into a tear of yours, appear when you are sad, let you wipe my time and welcome a new beginning again, I would like to turn into a piece of sunshine, when you encounter snow, wash away the cold around you, I would like to turn into a meteor, draw down for you, let you make a wish in your heart, and then I bless you from afar.

Take a breeze, drunk and watch the beautiful dream of red dust, think about the innocent romance of the years, slowly flip through the memoirs of time, let yourself grow up in the world, write a good story of life, tell a piece of infatuation and true meaning, even if it is an ethereal parting hook, but the heart and heart have an inseparable end of the world.

The flowers of the bright moon are beautiful and brilliant, the meteor-like sunshine has a warm and comfortable warmth, although the meeting is a short farewell, but the eternal diamond heart will never change, the cigarette has the identity certification, and the heart has the permission of the match, just like this, in the end of the world, in the residual wind of the cape, there are vivid memories.

In ancient times, there were old people in the east of the city, the heart jumped a million miles, the soul hook in the dream of a thousand years, the lonely pillow in the night of lovesickness, the night was picturesque, the heart was not sleeping, sitting alone in the breeze and the knife of the years, at a glance the flowers of the past regrets, not to say that they had talked about the present, the single Siyi people were drunk in front of them, a moment of spring and autumn judgment intestines, two souls are not about a dream, and this life is not about to read tears.

A cup of acacia is boiled by two people, a single person goes to taste the soul and wants to break it, looking at the sky people do not know, the royal line is attached to the world, the vertical and horizontal autumn flowers are stacked, it is difficult to explain the reincarnation of a hundred turns, and the tenderness is very painful, who said that the acacia is not very beautiful, but some people still take the acacia to accompany a lifetime. It's an invisible wound, and it's an unspeakable trace.

The eyes have been listening to the pain in their hearts, but the tears can't see the loneliness of the future, the hands can be clenched, and the ten fingers can't clasp the eternal string, leaving it alone for the two.

Love is great and struggling, tears are always superfluous, words are always for the sake of meeting, and action is on the way to meet and begin to have a direction, meeting is only in a moment, and waiting has become a lifetime. is so lonely and sad, just because of the past period that I can't know each other.

Spring flowers bloom, Pepsi fights, the taste of acacia has achieved beautiful fruits, although a little bitter, but if you can always taste it in this life, then slowly taste your own growth, let yourself jump in the wound, give the warmth in your heart to the person in the distance, although the simple comfort blessing can not be heard by people in the distance, but the tears that have been shed will never change.

Xia Siyu, before the night dawned, there was always hesitation in his heart, unforgettable bitterness alone, wiped away the tears now, and couldn't wipe the scars in his heart. Tears are taken away by the sun, the heart wanders with you, and the words begin to revolve around you, although it is dark, but the time to think of a person has not changed, although there is dawn, but the place of waiting has not changed.

Autumn leaves fall, heart cold, waiting for your spring to autumn, want your years to shuttle, waiting for you can only often use your own lies to warm your heart, think about the tears you want to rain, the heart is cold, there is no warmth in the heart, forget yourself in tears, although tears to the heart, heart to tears, but every tear is shed for you with heart.

Under the winter snow, it is difficult to drive, the snow has been falling, but the thoughts have been drifting for you, no one can understand the mood at the moment, and no one cares about the tears of this scene. Although snow can wash away the warmth in the heart, it cannot replace the cold in the heart.

The four seasons have written me for you, but I can't compose the four seasons for you, the loneliness of the years has described me, and the beauty of the world has changed the perfect you.

The scars in my heart, the send-off of words, what makes me cry, whether it is wrong with me, and what is the unspeakable taste, is the trace of love so hopeless, destined to be divided at the end of the world, and the capes are looking at each other.

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I've been wandering in the distance, and my own voice is so hard to understand, what makes me wrong, what makes me pessimistic, is the promise of the meeting a promise, how is this possible, is it destined that the scenery of the world is not destined to be with me?

The hook of love, the parting hook of fate, the blessing or the hope of waiting, whether it is one's own infatuation or the tastelessness of the mind, is it all the acquaintance that writes thoughts in tears without laughter on the road? Is it wrong or not regretful, is it all the folded components of memories accumulated in the heart?

Don't look back, looking back is the waiting of tears, and moving forward is the feeling of heartache, if you really go forward, and forward brings the spread of the past, in your heart begins to grow and sprout, pregnant with the past self, and the present time is difficult to know the distance you are waiting for.

I'm waiting for you in winter, but you're waiting in spring, the season we meet is autumn, and each other misses the summer, so as to wander where we go, step by step imprinted into the memory of missing, so that each other is difficult to meet, just like that, maybe this is destined to meet and difficult to know the landscape of time.

Love is originally a matter of two people, one person's thoughts, and the other person writes cold and ruthless, this kind of love is not what I need, and your passing has become a memory of my life, you always walk away quietly, step by step to scratch my heart, but the traces in my heart can only be filled with the words you told in the past.

Lonely, lonely, lonely hearts are difficult to drift to your side, monotonous music is difficult to enter your heart, is the end of the world in the distance giving way, or the cape on the other side, so that we are difficult to meet. At this moment, the heart can't get out of your chain mail, and the words at this moment can't express you, making it difficult for you to get rid of you in your heart.

Love makes me cry, love makes me intoxicated, the appointment of tears is destined not to meet again, and the fatigue of intoxication makes me feel that I can only meet in a dream in this life, but it is difficult to describe the present in my heart.

I love until my heart is broken, I have no regrets when I shed tears, I have loved you, I have thought about you, even if it is a comfort to myself, and since then the dark poisonous wine has surrounded me. Although love is not clear, and thinking is not clear, the navigation line of memory is spreading to you in the distance again and again.

I can't grasp the soul of love, I can't keep my fate, I don't think about you, but I can't help but describe your words and deeds, I think you think of the separation of time, and the love you miss has been rotating around your heart. Although I have you written in my heart at this moment, it is difficult to describe you who are far away now.

A dream writes about heaven, because you have heaven, the road to heaven is prosperous and colorful from now on, your own tears, your own line, and you are solid. I write about hell in a dream, because you are far away, and your heart is like the pain of going to hell, but you have no words to pour out your thoughts and memories, and you can only write the imprint as a love for you. A dream writes the end of the world, where there is a picturesque picture of my memories and analysis of you, although from this two looks, but I have carved a drop of you into my heart from the moment of separation. A dream writes about the cape, I am waiting for you at this moment, waiting for countless spring and autumn, waiting for thousands of tears, but you in my heart have been giving me the hope of waiting, let me reminisce, let me dream, let me have a hard to give up in my heart from now on.

Dodging and dodging in the sea of love, tears travel thousands of miles only for you, and in the sea of love and my confession to you, and the heart of a thousand miles of travel hides your past, just for your smile, but let me wait in this life, the dream cycle is deep, love and hate are in the vicissitudes of life, I can say my words, but you can't hear the tears in my heart.

Millennial cultivation is mortal dust, mortal dust cultivation is immortal, immortal cultivation can not be crossed in the same boat, the boat is waiting for you in the heart, thinking about the past you, but what is written in tears is the present me, I can't say the position in your heart, but you have a life in my heart that cannot be changed.

In the rainy night, the remnant dream building, if there is no shadow of you, there is no current thoughts, horizontal swords and swords, it is difficult to break the tears in the heart, tears go thousands of miles without rain, the heart does not land, I don't know what kind of time can wait for the heart to return to the place.