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My heart will ache because the tears of lovesickness are heavy, and my dreams will be light, because the smell of waiting will disappear. The words that have been spoken, the confessions that have been spoken, and God has given us a pass, and we never know when we will see the harvest.

The time of love goes fast, the time of injury comes late, where is my truth, how to find my dreams, in this scarred world, accept sadness, see helplessness, what kind of scenery makes me. What kind of love makes me stop, the stopping of the years, the vertical and horizontal of time, I am wrong, crying, sad mood, warm tears.

Walk more, see less, the pace of acacia into the heart, the time of thought is on the edge of the years, I can't keep it, I can't look back, what I see is the end of the world, waiting for the cape, continue to wait in the place where there is no fate, the autumn and winter that ends, I still guard the acacia, but I can't see the warmth in my heart.

The sad handwriting, the rain of dreams, how much effort has accumulated the journey, and how much cherishment cannot return to you. Broken sea cliff, bitter dream, a lovesick person, this encounter is a myth, this is a song of heavenly sound, but also a beautiful painting, intoxicating, clutch tears, looking at the building, alone at night and thinking about the past, no thought to look back at the authorities, too many tones, too much confusion, deep meaning, sticking to the sky, lost heart.

The scrolling heart, the intoxicating love, the exhaustion in the heart, the accumulated traces, the original lakeside, but there is no original thought, is the tears are not clear, or the road is not understood, all the passes, all the changes, are walking in the heart of the spread of the song, cut off the fate at the end of the world, because there is no destined agreement.

The confused breeze, walking into the cape, coming to the heart building, throwing drunkenness, floating and spreading, is the gathering of tears, is the destination of fate, but lacks the time of combination, and the dialogue paid, become unclear, get clear, change unclear, is the starting point wrong, or the waiting memories can not retain the former landscape.

The vast mood, my love, the persistent warmth, the fragility of sadness, the weakness of the wind, or the unclear tears, the confused thoughts, the intoxicating feelings, there is still a warmth, there is still a warmth in the tears, there is no reality in the dream, and the evening of departure lacks the continuation of nostalgia.

Sad heartache, blurred words, how much clutch is described, how much love is drunk in the moment, how many dreams are in front of me, yes, there are many, hidden, this is helpless, is the word is not clear, or the language is incoherent, all gathered, all accumulated, helpless when gathering, crying when missing, too tired, entangled in the past acquaintance.

The dream soul is there, the heart is directionless, the farewell of tears, the departure of love, walking on the edge of sadness, choosing the payment of tears, rather than persistent searching, because I don't know to go to the sadness of the performance again, and the payment of tears, the modification of the picture, the adjustment of the location, but can not correct the change of mood.

Can't wait for the love, can't think of the fate, what else to wait, that's a piece of the sky, the fragrance of the weather, never pay attention to the mistakes of people coming and going, and the change of the heart, has been paying attention to the cycle of the weather, the mood on the road, the combination of words, the accumulation of time, the gathering of lovesickness, and the fall of tears, all under this sky.

Weak words, touching the mood of ignorance, diffuse fragrance, intoxicating lovesickness, took away tears, left sadness, is it the destruction of dreams, or the destining of fate, got reminiscences, lost tears, paid the truth, understood the mood, but let the scenery that has been walked forever in the mind of this life, spreading on the road of this world.

The sad telling, the broken tears, the real end, the past of everything, the language that has passed, the tears that I have thought, this is a simple giving, holding the continuous words to reminisce, sticking to the scenery that has passed, not clear, not recording, saying that I am not lovesick, but I insist on crying, saying that I am not sad, but I have always told myself that I do not regret it.

The sun in the sky, the dream in my heart, what else I haven't thought about, what I am waiting for is sadness, what I look at is fragile, that piece of land, that period of the world, there is my lovesickness, there are no tears in my heart, the people waiting in my heart are not what they used to be, and the current mood is not the beauty they once had, there is more sadness, and there is waiting.

The consolidation of the sky has my lovesickness, the water droplets of the sea, superimposed with my tears, there is no you on the road, what else is there in my heart, what else is there to find in my dreams, waiting for you to wait for tears, I want you to think of it like a dream, everything is everything, the lovesick tears that have passed, gather my time, but without your injection, it is my destined to lack fate.

The heart of love is fragile, and the people who are waiting don't know, what hugs are lost in yesterday's arms, there is really a feeling, the sad are drunk, I don't know in my dreams, but I don't have a fate in my tears, there is a doom in my heart, what fate is there to move forward, because today's fate has been lost in yesterday's fate.

An infatuation, a piece of knowledge, a dream, a love, is the confession of tears, is the tune of the mood, this is the color of mythology, this is the creation of the world, my heart, my tears, the destiny of our fate, you pull my tears forward, I pull the past encounter and wait.

I wait for the plain river, I look forward to the persistent mood, you are the most beautiful acacia in my tears, I am the episode of your life, and this song makes me remember this life, let me never forget this life, walking on the way forward, a lot of lovesickness, a lot of tears, because of the past encounter and continue to make up for the picture.

What expectation and love, how many are close to lovesickness, the dream of the broken soul cliff is helpless, the tears are sad, the strong mood retains the fall of lovesickness, and the simple tears comfort the once paid, the mood on the road, the road in the heart, the road can not change the mood on the road, but the mood has changed the destination.

What to say to leave, what to say goodbye, all the past makes tears wash lovesickness, can't finish the pictures of the past, can't finish the infatuated paragraphs, etc. is true, think too deeply, can't save time, can't stop, because you are still moving forward, and time never stops because of me.

How much truth do you like in a sentence, how difficult is a love word, there is little true fate in the sea of love, love is destined to have no peers, one step lovesickness and a dream, and tears are carved into the sky.

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