Didi's lovesick dream, into the traces of the heart, across the universe of the sky, so that the heart transformation has teardrops, walking in the hazy vertical and horizontal line, can not jump to the end of the world, can not come to the distance of waiting, what else to expect, and the beautiful blessing in hope, exuding a seductive and colorful look. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The tenderness and deliberateness, burning on the road of longing, depicting the scenery of the starting point, without the intoxicating past, what is the future ending, is it not true enough to chase, or not deep enough, is it, I don't know, love is in the heart, tears are outside, and the wandering of lovesickness, that is a ray of light without regrets, but also a journey of infatuation.

The tears of the heart condense the broken soul of lovesickness, the dream rain is broken in the meeting, the tears are left in the heart of hope, is it gone, it is over, or it is out of their own mistakes, all the departure, all the falling, what is the future, there is no ending of the expectation, like the heart door without a bell, how to open, how to close, open a door on a heart.

Tears and rain are chic and dreamy, and there is a tender road, how much acacia condenses knowledge, and the affectionate soulless tour is deeply felt. Jiang's tears, lovesickness, Haoyue's fate, no fate is destined, compose their own journey, can't tell the confession of feelings, can't tell the emotion of teardrops, how many questions, how many answers are needed, and can express the myth in my heart.

Don't tell the truth, there is still deep in the heart, there are tears in the dream, lovesickness is thousands of times, walking on the bank of Naihe, no embankment to wash goodbye, no regrets to remember the past, no appointment on the unforgettable road, no one feels the voice of the heart, there is still a deep tear appointment, and unforgettable Shou Yi, a lifetime of reminiscing about the heart, there is still no warmth around.

Aromatic songs, intoxicating dreams, two appointments, one person looks, the soul of the dream is broken and the tears are broken, and the lovesickness spreads to the foolish scene. The faint mood, the intoxicating feelings, the tears and rain of each other, how many dreams did not come, how many are really hypocritical, but the change in their mood is real, and they cannot change the analysis of the response, and they cannot judge the response of adjustment.

Tactful tears, spreading hearts, talking about the drift of deeds, talking about the feelings in the heart, how many tears to fall, falling the mood of free and easy, but can not wash away the lovesickness in the heart, is it not supposed to set off, or the taste of walking out does not belong to itself, unforgettable feelings, alone heart, how much to pay is true, how much love has an appointment.

Covering the remnants of the dream in my heart, falling amorous teardrops, hovering in the sky, and a ruthless demeanor, there are drops of rain falling into the heart and becoming the sea, and there is a piece of knowledge that falls into the spread of thinking, but it has become a bitter sea, whether the end of the world of the heart is far away, or the journey of the dream is simply in the cape.

My love, will not come, Acacia is still looking for a place for tears, the mood has written a vertical and horizontal line for you, we can't meet, but the words in our hearts are always in the distant sky can not stop, yesterday's deeds drift under the spread of thinking, can not make up for all the encounters.

When ignorance is a lovesick dance, when words are rewritten for deeds, when the meeting paves the way for tears, my heart does not know, my tears do not ask, my truth is not there, there are still many pauses, there is still how much support, and the tactfulness of the mood cannot save the meeting of time, and the spread of the heart cannot transform the current beginning.

I of the red dust, you of the dust, you and I are on the same road, accept the dawn together, accept the evening together, when you say goodbye and don't see you, the mood has no dawn since then, and the tears have no evening since then, all the voyages are because of the rise, because the heart falls, when you get up, you think of the accumulation of yesterday, and when you fall, the description is the continuation of tomorrow.

Life is still there, the heart is beating, you skip, I'm at fault, the fault is that the tactfulness of the mood can't continue to deduce the beginning, the deeds are laid out, and the follow-up scene can't pop up, this scar, the journey that hurts the heart, can't write the destined ending, but still have to accept the beginning again, there are still many dawns, but the mood is not in the evening.

This is a period of truth, fragrant tears and rain, dreams are still there, the eternal line of lovesickness has been spreading the previous route, and the confession of time, so that the departure of the place is no longer clear, the scene of the meeting, has not added superfluous pictures, is the mood tactful is not enough, or the fall of tears is fake, but it should not be paid.

Without your rivers and lakes, with a sentence of sorry, it should not be said, but this is a confession of emotional accumulation of tears, you don't see it, but the taste of lovesickness is because of you, the monotony of tears falls because of you, is it my not changing, or the spread of time, can not compose a continuous goodbye, can not deduce the beginning of the past.

The road is a knife, cut off the encounter, took away the tears, and left the lovesickness, no hair understands the persistent mood, because their own is not clear, or the mood does not understand, look at it, cry, because the lovesickness is still walking with you, the road is in front of you, and you are in the distance, the heart is close at hand, and the meeting is in the sky.

There is no beginning of the ending, the past pay is true, the later tears are deep, the lovesickness walks around the mood, the words turn to tears to ask, there are no unnecessary tears, but continue to recall the journey that has been taken, is the road deep, or the fate of the destined, it is destined to be the end of the world of two people, and one person wants to walk the cape.

The murmuring evening breeze, the intoxicating scene, what a temptation of sadness, what a fragile style, walking in the company of Wanjing, there are tears in my heart, there is a thought in my dream, the thoughts of the past years are linked to the condolences of tears into the eyes, I can't express the encounter in my heart, I can only express the deeds in the words on the way of reminiscence.

The wandering wind is the rotation of gathering, or without the assistance of the sea of diamonds and tears, walking beside the land of the ocean, removing the color of prosperity, but unable to make the inner choice more persistent. Whether it's your own unclearness, or the other party's don't understand, all the paying, all the arrangements, are not destined.

The tactful Bodhi tree, with my lovesickness, my tears floating on the ground, can not wash away our acquaintance, I love wrong, or there is no love in the feeling, is there no feeling in the love. If it is wrong, insist on being wrong, please believe that there are still people who are wrong in the real world, the scenery of encounters.

The sad heart song has a confused wind, is the love of love under hypocrisy, or the truth of the feeling belongs to the sustenance of indifference, the wandering of mistakes, the warmth of falling, whether it is a simple giving, or a clear repentance, falling in love with a mistake, but living a lovesick attachment.

The pervasiveness of the dust, the freedom in the heart, is it not clear on the road, or the present is not understood, a lot of memories can not end, it is the beginning of no future, why wait for an incomplete ending, wait, wait, wait for the mood can not be changed, until the tears to know, all the destined, is a memory, a no regrets.

The dream of a thousand years, the fate of ten thousand years, the infatuation of love, or the sin of sadness, are all met in the accompaniment of a thousand scenes, and the vertical and horizontal lines of time always continue to be a simple picture, and the later memories are to ask themselves, whether they are not clear, or the other party does not understand, and each other's time cannot deduce each other's journey.

The strings in my heart, the sound of swinging thoughts, bypassing the river of love, and walking to the helplessness of lovesickness, is the soul chasing in the direction, or the ruthless broken intestines, unable to confess, and even more difficult to understand, the persistent picture, the clear position, but it is difficult to tell your own ignorance, just like the fate is not destined, and there is no luck in meeting.

If there is no free and easy tears of lovesickness, then the picture of love does not have the sadness of feeling, and the place of departure does not have the journey of reminiscence, is the direction of positioning, or the vertical and horizontal line of time, there is already destined, there is loss, there is no regret and tears of the meeting, is it really not clear, or love does not understand.

The confused ending, but there is a clear beginning, I can't forget, the heart is still there, the tears have fallen, the dawn of the past is for lovesickness, and the evening is looking for a reason for tears.

From the encounter to the end, you didn't pay attention to my words, from leaving, to reuniting, you didn't analyze the former position, from the present, to the future, how could you ever think of a simple departure for yourself, you can't forget the present picture, you can't remember the future company, you can't deduce the beginning and end together.

The temptation of sincerity, the attachment of worry, what else can pick up the confusion in front of you, and what can let go of the accumulation in your heart.

On the banks of the soft rivers and mountains, the broken bones are cold and the hearts are cold, the spring breeze fights lovesickness, and tears fall in one word.

Do not leave the scene of the encounter, do not abandon the vertical and horizontal lines of the current reminiscence, the scenery that life and death have walked through, the tears that depend on each other can not understand the taste in the heart, the relative picture, can not understand the transformation of lovesickness, and the inner attachment is why, all for the past, and began to shed tears of hope, for the destined to compose blessings.

The song of heaven is in the sky, I shed tears in the sea, what kind of love is there, what kind of lovesickness will be left behind, I don't know how to get drunk in this life after spending tears, and I don't hesitate to do so in this life in the next life, a scene of Changhui Lin Fangtai, dust, a drunken cloud of infatuation, what kind of creation and correction to look forward to.

Is it the love in the dream, or the failure of choice, so much truth, so many memories, I can't write the lovesick rain of the heart, I can't describe the unclear spread of the heart, it is a tear, drip into the lovesickness and never regret it, that is a scene of truth, the tears of the eternal heart, that is a light, the lovesickness is missing you.

My heart, the dream is still there, my tears, sadness, which way has the memory of love, the journey of the heart, the residual warmth of a little trace, is the wrong place of departure, or the reminiscence of not paying attention, all on the road, the road is difficult to seek truth, all in the dream, the dream is difficult to change, the fragrance of the four seas is intoxicating.

The sky is high and the thunderclouds are covered with eight scenes, and the soul is locked in the wind.

Tears flow without dreams and two desolations, brilliant clutch red mansion shadows.

I am a truth, you are a love, I don't have your fate, you are not my destiny, I can't enter your emotional line, you can't see the end of my life, we don't have a future, so why bother to deduce the beginning, and the lovesickness on the road is circling, teardrops asking, spinning dreams, can't see through the journey of tears. Accompany you to the wilderness, but you can't go to the old earth, but you have prepared the chain mail of tears for yourself, it is not a long time, why should the sky be long.