How many dreams are there in the heart, how many tears are in the dream, if there is an afterlife in this life, how is the love uncertain in this life, there are traces in the thoughts, the traces are fragile in the dreams, the tears are in the words, the words are outside the body, the future is sounded, the love is touching, the painting is drunk, a dream is about to break the tears, the road is broken and the scenery is yearning, and the sound is written in the person. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I am drunk, the answer of tears, how many changes, in exchange for a scene of missing, a meeting, a departure, every time I get up in my heart, I leave in a dream, my soul is so hurtful, my heart bravely confesses the lovesickness of tears, but I can't save the time in the dream, the intoxicating soul, I can't go back to the reunion of the past, and the reunion can't gather the heart of the future.

A seductive dream, evoking the lovesickness in the heart, falling traces of sadness, familiar tears, simple sadness, waiting for the soul to regret, regret is that it is difficult to accompany in this life, but the soul has been attached since then, the reluctance to give up that once, in love with the sad heart, wandering in the happy time, saying lovesickness, farewell tears.

The heart is drunk, the dream is hanging, if the heart is really used, then the future promise should be used to look back at the yearning in the heart with the parting of lovesickness, the tears of the thoughts, the simple confession, the tears that are put down, the condensation is sadness, is the feeling of the covenant is going, or the promise can not realize the vow in the heart, the broken dream is still in the mind, and the sorrow in front of me has been crying in the traces.

I don't admit it in my heart, but the tears really use my heart, is it the beauty of the confession so hurtful, or the intermittent question and answer, keep going, but can't get out of the sadness of the encirclement, a sad thought, the walk can't be saved, the coming can't be saved, the seeing, can't wait, how many hearts are there, how many thoughts are missing, the tears of the edge, the destined ones, such a hurt is difficult to recover.

Words have no future, sound has no dreams, hurtful innocence, touching discontinuity, waiting in the heart, continuous coldness, trapped lovesickness, unable to hold the tears in the eyes with chain mail, is to go, can not get out of the scenery that has passed, is to stay, can not keep the accompaniment in the heart, is to grasp, can not grasp the warmth of thoughts.

If you really wait, wait for the silence of the heart, how many thoughts will accompany the song, a drunk, drunk lovesickness is hopeless, and the outpouring of tears, walking in the longing time, a beauty, short and accompanied by the direction of this life, the past of tears, the acacia that crosses the breeze, describes the sense of truth, the beating of the heart, is the confession of sadness.

The sadness that can't wait, the warm talent, thinking about the meeting in the dream, to warm the confession of this trace, a simple gorgeous, belonging to the remnants of time, falling into a silent cycle, walking haggard, coming slowly, and the accompaniment of thoughts, a simple word, but the cold of lovesickness has been beating, to warm the heart that accepts the season of sadness.

The innocence of the thoughts, the ruthlessness of the fall, the confession of the ending, the mood explained, the tears of lovesickness that can't be explained, whether it is so simple to think, or so painful to hurt people, how difficult it is to chase the soul, and the time at this moment is the same, and the dream of the heart has been lost in the season of sadness with the past.

The heart is warm, the tears are washing, the dream is to see, the goodbye in the appointment, what I see is the tears saying goodbye to the lovesickness and going away, what I can't see is the oath of the meeting is difficult to bear the commitment to pay, this cold, this warm, cold, the heart has no trace to think about the past, warm, read the silent soul dream.

The rhyme in the heart, perceiving the warm soul, let the acacia take away the tears of waiting, let the words pierce the past in the heart, walk in the words of the covenant, read the words in the voice, a drunk, a break, a simple retrospective, can not go back to the season of acquaintance, the present time, the place of waiting, with warm words to freeze the sad heart.

The time waiting in my heart, the heart that can't wait for the past, the sad sail rises in my thoughts, and I set off in the warm time, a tender dream, half a drop of words I asked, the warmth of the appointment, the warmth of the appointment, the cold, goodbye, the wound of waiting for more traces, the tears I saw, the confession of the direction of the geometry.

Thoughts are broken, dreams will be speechless, hearts are like thoughts, tears are chasing, waiting for, unexpected, is asking, not answering, walking in the heart, walking can not be sad, geometric haggard, when the years are reversed, that share, can't wait for the heart to wait, that guard, can't keep the heart of the past, has walked slowly, through the cold, only to fall sad.

Wipe away the tears in front of you, cover up all the wounds, in order to meet the dream of meeting, there is no autumn in the heart of waiting, there is no warmth in the heart, lovesickness blocks all the broken souls, tears cover the sadness in the heart, how many love will go away, how many dreams in the heart can not be prepared, that irresistible time, such a confession in the time of parting.

The wind and rain accompany the song, taking away the warmth of the heart, the warmth that can't be sent to wait, the heart of the mind, the dream of falling, but it is the whole of the wound, the soul of waiting, but it has been with the fate of the past, walking in the heart, parting in front of you, let the heart guard the scene that can't wait, let the mind rise the sail of sadness.

Simple sleepiness, bitter waiting, not afraid of meeting in a dream, but at the dawn of time, tears can not perform the accompaniment of acacia again, is the scene, guarding the thought in the heart, is the word, accompanied by the dream of the meeting, if you see in the appointment, it is difficult to tell the truth, if you wake up, it is difficult to tell the lie, and weaving the heart, but can not wait for the thought in the heart.

How many dreams there are in the heart, how many truths are waiting for the heart, the retention of thoughts, can not be engraved in the dreams of reminiscence, it is tears, it will ask if the lovesickness is true, it is the thought, it will ask how far away it is to wait, and the love itself has never been eternal, but it is necessary to confess the bitter encounter with the sustenance of the soul.

The heart has been broken, how much feeling, will be superimposed on lovesickness, dream cycle, tears are still, love on the road no one asks, the voice in the heart has not returned, the appointment is difficult to see, waiting for the fate of no part, a destined two people to write, a suffering made by one heart, the irresistible tears, with the rhythm of lovesickness to start the condolences of the song, but can not reach the soul of the guardian dream.

How much so the heart is waiting, how much naivety there is in the mind, if the lovesickness does not start, the tears will never be poured, it is a dream, it is a dream, the dream does not see the appointment in the heart, the tears wash the vicissitudes of life, it is the thought, it is waiting, waiting to come, it can't be chased, the heart has no shore, there are tears, the teardrops that walk, but you can't be familiar with the lovesickness in your heart.

Thoughts are wick tears are shadows,

The lonely voice contains the soul of the dream.

Looking at the wind and sending each other off,

There is no way out of the road and no regrets.

The joy of awakening, unable to resist the sad feelings, but explained the unspeakable tears, faded the shell of lovesickness, but sang the song of yearning, about in that season that is difficult to look back, a wordless confession, confession in the season of warmth and no warmth, let go of the beauty of vicissitudes, but welcome the touching parting.