Thinking of holding the melody of blessings, looking at the beautiful embrace, the tears of drunken dreams before flowers, the warmth of eternal farewell walks in the fragrance of the end of the world, writing parting feelings, the invasion is so unpredictable, the moonlight of the heart crosses the thoughts around you, the beautiful rhythm reads the bright flowers, a colorful tear charm pries open the persistent gorgeousness, the weaving of the light talk description is warm, the cold flies by again in the dream of spending the years, the sharing of the heart is difficult to let the heart of fate accompany, and the romantic gentle recitation flies away from the memory. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The soul goes to don't think, tears Xu Zeng, the past prayers promise in the lost tomorrow, the future stamen is so tempting, the resignation of the ordinary but in the remnant dream to express the luck of life, look back at a kiss, the stream of the words of the drama but lack the warmth of accommodation, the pearl that does not divide the needs, the kindness of the remnant dream shares whose rainbow, the true beauty of the day, put forward the wind and the moon can not guess every minute that belongs to the heart, full of anticipation betrays the waiting of lies, the love that pours out is fragrant and parting in the hopelessness of the interface, an empty love, defeated by helplessness.

The beat of coming back has no expected love, the care is omnipresent, nature is still so inspired to look at it, the floating snowflakes walk in the understanding of the bypass, or still leave, quietly rendering the wind and moon of the limitless, time to go, people are sad and cold, the music of the broken area belongs to the brave helplessness, expectation, helplessness, or difficult to understand, the existence is the turn of life, the reincarnation of the eternal farewell or there is no future abandonment, the irrigated flowers are still so rash, the snow is flying, the tears are booked, the heart door is cut off, drunk is still so silent, the mind is still so broken, and the break is still so helpless。

The lingering of the soul of the dodging weaving painting, the angel of the rainbow still abandons the persistent retrospective, the dancing of the damp reminiscence irrigation world, the dream that is difficult to pay attention to breathing, the eyes still can't express the words in the heart, the excuse of farewell pollutes the breath of the dream, the hazy depth, the edge is always difficult to find, the love is still so difficult to shake hands, rest assured tears, the faster the hatred is tied away, the dream is still turning, what is the thought, who is crazy to go, love is still drunk, dream is still sleeping, it doesn't matter who has been promised to compose sincerity in the intoxicating sky。

The death row of tears, the heartbeat of thinking, waiting can not stop the omen that dyed the past, or still, it is difficult to change, the door of the heart is difficult to open, the door of tears is for one person, who is the world to love, who is the love field for whom to pay tears, I found the silent morning song, but I can't find the beauty of the evening, the flowers still compensate for the tears of sadness, the heartbeat still consolidates the scenery of the past, the speed of the jump can't catch up with the heart door on the other side, the eye sockets are still so high, the tears are still so low, at a glance, the left grip of the separation of the love field, and the gathering and scattering of tears, what I can't see is who I swore in my dream。

Transparent fairy tales have no happy future, the pause of evocation, but can not experience the inner sobriety, when time is drenched with all the destined, the direction of the composition is still difficult to enter the eyes of the retrospective, the blank eyes can not make the heart gentle, the language of holding hands but without closing the eyes of the ending, the lost trembling but afraid of the future, the continuation of pretending, the confession of lies, the exchange of tears of leaving, the description should not be, or the love does not depend, the years make the heart begin to sell, the interface of the departure that comes to mind, the last excuse, in exchange for a mouthful of tears。

The fault of rolling up the residual tears, is the heart in love with the lost, the dictionary reading in the heart of the serious, fate is so serious, destined to hang on the face is the miss of the heart scar, the determination to let go, still in love with the intoxication of a lifetime, do not hold grudges before the flower, who tears after the dream, let go of the language of the general, sad the face at the time, not that the heart is not fast enough, not that the love is not deep enough, maybe it is the lack of fate but destined to let the tears talk about the dictionary of life, the love of the lyrics falls in the dream of the red dust, the more knowledge written, how beautiful the dream, the world is so touching, reading is the gift of the soul。

The replay of the thoughts began to deceive, the wings of the wind and the moon have woken up, the waiting soul has begun, the sadness of reading is the desolation that there was no time, etc., the rotation that can't wait, the reading, the look back that can't be read, the busy, the scroll that can't be remembered, the continuous moon has no experience to make the words lost, the prosperity is still the same, the heart door tears open the wall of the past, prop up the backbone of tears, the ancient tune that radiates the melody, the dream of panicking to call the thoughts, regret is still that regret, but the dream is not like before waking up without tears, reading the desolate eyes, or standing in the battle waiting for the cold。

The parting butterfly crosses the street of the moment, the thought of holding hands is dripping in the rainy day, the picture of the past has become a picture in the heart, the eternal poignancy of a petal kept in the sunset when there is no journey, the withering continues without the memory of waking up, whose cherry blossoms, falling promises, flowers go to tears, happiness is not a beautiful journey, the wish has become the tracking of this life, the heart of hope is traced, the tears of words are broken, the departure of smiling tears, the appointment of sadness, the love debt that cannot be paid, and the helplessness of no more.

The heaven of parting does not have the moon of the lie, the emotion of dependence has lost the extravagant hope of strength, the sadness of flying for longing, the considerate city wall has no beloved defense, the stage of the reenactment is not what it once was, the sunset is still so red, the tears are still so clear, but the heart has one more person who paints dreams, the floating feelings drawn are still so true, the ink tears provoked are still so thick, the abandonment of reading is still waiting at the hopeless street, the life is staying for tears, crying is letting go for falling, the shallow wave of thoughts yesterday, and the short vows have accumulated day after day。

The myth of the story has no future decision, the youth lost in a hurry stays in the heart of the unforgettable, the dazzling smile at first sight still surrounds the residual dreams around him, the cloudy weather, the subtlety of walking around but there is no future sequel, the tears of love are painted in the dust, a few people are sad that the person asked, the broken bones are still so hurt, the flowers that are sent are not blooming in the heart of winter, the fans who give up the authorities, the dust of the heart that rises, the droplets that fall, who injected it will never be seen again, but the tears have promised a thought.

Savoring the weeping bridge, standing in the season of sorrow, looking at the unattainable appointment, the hanging in the heart is once familiar, and the wandering appearance, painting the presumptuous backbone, forgiving the power of waiting, not asking what sorry atrium, leaving is the eternal eye socket, and the frenzy of cover has been invading the words and appearance of the replay.

The lonely parting surrenders to the longing, the choice of the wind and the moon is bruised by the words, the retention of the memory is cried by persistence, the dream of waiting is recited to the song, the coast of the late farewell is not what it once was, the poignancy of the intoxication of the time that continues, the wings are guarded against the eternal flowers, and the tears of holding hands emerge from the face of the description.