Looking down on the comings and goings of people, knowing that the years are long, the faint frequency pulls the rhyme of thoughts to mark a gentle picture, whether it is a fragile perception, or a circular picture, a beautiful splendid and overwritten vicissitudes of life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A thought floats, the mind goes, ask if you are looking for it on the road, the words go in the heart, the sound falls in front of the dream, what falls is the warmth of the thoughts, the touching story left, the confession of love tempted on the road of the story, and the correct goodbye is written.

A thought of tears like rain in the wind, thinking about geometry drunk at night, meeting in the building to write life, and about the ups and downs of the next life. What is so drunk, is love so haggard, worried past, can't get out of lovesickness, tears gone, heartbeat, waiting for people will not come again.

The navigation line of memory, the road in the heart, the wound on the road is intoxicating, the lovesickness in the heart is nostalgic from then on, and the mood of farewell is repeatedly upset, it is the beginning of the dream, but it has never ended, it is the end of goodbye, but there are tears.

The tears of light hanging down crossed the long river of longing, did not reach the sweet dream of the heart, I don't know whether the wound is not deep enough, or the pain of understanding can not be changed, this is a beautiful time, but it has drawn down the wounded and intoxicating, and incomprehensible tears.

Words mark lovesickness, and deeds can not use the bones of life to alleviate the current situation, is the ruthlessness of the wind, or the outpouring of the rain, there is my feeling, but lack of your knowledge, from now on the heart can not be lovesick, from now on how can there be no miss before tears.

The swing of the heart, the pace of tears, the mood around the road, the residual dream of the thoughts, out of the language that belongs to today, but to pay the soft and hurtful sadness, the cycle of affection, the condolences of thoughts, the warm picture, the simple confession in front of the tears of goodbye.

The heart that has been beating, stirring the static and tasteless picture, provoked the layout of lovesickness, a sense of fragility came out of the traces of the heart, slowly expressing the teardrops in the heart, describing the words that belong to others, and perceiving the grief in their hearts,

Acacia is so subtle, teardrops are a few people laughing, that look at the red dust sad bridge, about the traces of the next injury, circulation tears, bitter feelings, the tears of the heart have since had the thoughts in the dream, and there are more traces of condolences.

A few people in a heartbeat, the heart falls and the lovesickness is less, how many dreams go to the leisure, the rhyme of the words, the meaning of the sound, sprinkle the warmth of drift in the sad season, appreciate the scars in the warm time, and comfort the acacia in the winter.

How good the heart is, how many tears, is the thought of floating for the sound from now on, is the dream for the appointment from now on, stepping on the rhythm of the song road rippling with the frequency of lovesickness, may the tears be me, may the thought be me, with the wind and find the picture in the heart.

Affectionate, ruthless tears, the tears in the heart are laid out for the lovesickness, the lovesickness before the tears is unrestrained for the people in the heart, walking in the season of time, there are injuries, it is a gift of happiness, there are difficulties, it is a beautiful outpouring, etc., etc., reading the thoughts in the heart, only write a goodbye, squatting in front of the tears and saying, "Actually, you are not guilty, but I am not careful"

What to say about grief, what to feel lovesick, is it a story of tears, or a trace of the soon, a leisurely intoxication, a beautiful yearning, written on the road, read in the heartbeat of the ups and downs, a dream from now on, a heart from now on.

Say goodbye in my heart, how much goodbye there is forever, the dream in the mind, the gentle knife of the years, the continuous lovesickness, can not abandon the past, is the red dust and tears meet, or the dream of love, that is a wound, the injury in the heart is drunk, and the thought is broken on the road.

The heart is beating for tears from now on, and the thoughts are sought for people from then on, what is found is the dream of scars, and what is grasped is the tears of perception, but it cannot be glued to the drunkenness in the heart, and the floating picture repeatedly depicts the sadness of hurting people, and the cycle has been intoxicating.

I don't know how many thoughts in my heart, I don't know how many tears after reading, what washes away is sadness, what falls is traces, the fragile heart door crosses the tenderness of thoughts, ask, the current warmth, which is warm, can confess the pain of lovesickness, which is warm, can say goodbye to the traces of tears, is the trace from now on cold, is warm from now on ruthless.

Thinking about a journey, loving a dream, looking at a life, but never understanding the bones, thinking about a life, but unable to understand where the love comes from, the warmth in the heart, the warmth of the moment, the warmth of the mind, the warmth of the heart, the lovesickness in the heart, guarding the sadness of loneliness and crying all night after the dream.

Warm the heart of the drunk and fascinated, cold and lovesick layout and sad, can not find the goodbye in the heart, can not see the meeting after tears, is love, drunk so stubborn, is tears, easy to fall, so so buried.

The hesitation in the heart has gone away to the acacia of the face, the haggard in the thought has opened the tears of sadness, the heart is looking, the mind is drooping, how many ruthlessness on the road can not seize the past in the heart, how many gorgeous voices can not fall in the heart and depict.

Tears are the flowers of lovesickness, the heart is the ups and downs of people, but dreams are the perception of drunkenness, a lot of results, can only accept goodbye, but can not accept the future forever, let the appointment in the heart, let the appointment into the dream.

Acacia gathers, tears fall, looking at the autumn wind intermittently, feeling the traces in the heart, the fragile heart door is a powerful cycle of the meeting in the dream, a drunken affection, there is a beautiful melody, warm the ups and downs in the heart, but forever fixed the eternity of lovesickness.

The hometown of life is with the heart, the lovesickness of tears is more than a dream, I don't ask if I miss goodbye, I don't ask if there is eternity in my dreams, I guard the desolation in my heart, and I don't abandon the fading face of my thoughts.

The song in my heart, reciting the strings of tears, fluttering the tune of the dream, perceiving the beautiful rainbow, and wandering in the season of appointment, is the song far away, or the cycle of longing is so close, with drunkenness, more waiting.

Embracing the thoughts of tears, perceiving the fragile dream appointment, the goodbye that can't warm the words, but it has been in the frequency of the frozen sound, the falling sound is not songly, and the carrying sound is written off, just because the heart has been dated, and the memory has been cold and yearning.

The tears without song, the thought of the appointment, the ruthlessness of the meeting, or the dreamless of the appointment, how much goodbye can be goodbye, how much forever can be forever, a fragile trace has been beating this specimen of love, but the confession has become a farewell in the heart.

Tears are always shallow, lovesickness is always deep, the weakness of the heart is always the ups and downs of the scars, the feeling of not being able to let go, the knowledge that cannot fall, the feeling of coldness and warmth, and the meaning of knowing is not warm.