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The wind is interrupted and the road is long,

Busy cliff feeling heartfelt memory.

The sea of clouds covered the mood and covered the mood of the foil, goodbye to everything, and each other in the night to see each other in the expression of youth, Sanskrit sound so rhyme, the wonderful song is simple and generous melody, so that the heart outside the heart, outside the words, with a clear tenderness and dyed out of the feelings of compassion, cloth down the heart of the chain mail, poured out the prosperous cliff of life.

The monotonous soul jumps the tenderness of the direction, a delusion, a dream, a broken delusion into the heart, the dream of gathering puts down the gift of tears and changes the covenant of love in the heart, and the traces in the heart become fragile and warm, changing the fragrance of the bones and brightness, and sprinkling a brilliant and embracing picture.

Casual and warm inform, a parting love, a sense of pain outside the heart, and sadness scratches the confusion of thinking, quietly flying and dripping with the bloom in the heart, guarding a broken scene, looking at the desolation in the heart, sadness in the thinking, a quiet and beautiful picture sprinkled in the distressed corner, perceiving the familiar interface, connecting the wrong marks of the direction.

The ghostly deep butterfly spots, looking back are dyed with the beauty given, and the splendid wonder is thus spelling the glorious drunken scene, the leisurely dream, the broken meaning, the review is so serious, the lovesickness is so magical, and the warm melody of the swinging thoughts, looking at the four seasons on the road, looking at the warmth and coldness in the heart, there is still a remnant in the dream, but the cold of the blood is dripping.

However, beside him, the thoughts, tears are frantic and rushing, intermittent thoughts of the wind and tears are light, the cliff is a dream of painstaking people, the cliff has no dreams, the day is a journey, the wind and the moon on the road to dye the heart, the wind and the wind on the road about, when the lovesick tears are lightly looked, the quaint and elegant heart is about, the geometry understands when to turn, and can only walk in the dream of time with the companion of the day.

The mood of the moment, a simple description, describes the sadness in the heart, describes the feeling before the tears, the sadness has been scarred since then, and the feeling is therefore dreamy, let the heart go with the road, let the true companion be popular, see people coming and going, about the scene of red dust, etc. is the love in tears, not touching the cycle of people, but it is a change of events, how many roads are not agreed, how many moods are difficult to confess.

Walk the cliff mouth with one heart, look at the east wind with thoughts, tender and dyed dreams, want to read but difficult to make an appointment, is the tears of the meeting not true, or the lovesickness is too late, once a dream, about a scene, the dream is changing in tears, the scene is changing, it is the wind but there is love, it is the rain but knowing, the heart in love, the tears in the mind, how much heart rain is rewritten, describing the multi-sensory emotions and the response in the heart.

Infatuation and hatred are tired, broken and tears are piled up, looking at the wind and caring about the remnant dream volume, how many buildings are smiling, a journey of wind and moon and a period of appointment, a dream and a heart, the heart is accompanied by the years, looking through the lovesick hook in front of you, the broken cliff hurts the dream and the sound is broken, the autumn wind is tired when the rain gear is floating, the heart is dyed and the tears are broken, and a soft wound is broken.

The journey of the heart is like a dream, whether the tears that are put down will love each other and miss each other, or the day of the thought changes the mood of the season, when the traces of the words go, the fragments of the things that fall, how many appointments on the road, how many dreams, in the dream again, tears washed a journey, the morning is beautiful and there is no clear picture, and the evening crying is no longer in the present.

The experience of the soft breeze is dyed on both sides of the thoughts, a sadness, a broken feeling, the broken heart will be drunk, the appointment will not be goodbye, the feeling has been hurried away, the broken dream quietly crosses the heart, the traces of laughter, the soft smile, I don't know what kind of sad season is appropriate, and the tune that adjusts the direction for this.

A beautiful and splendid mood, can't grasp the mood of the season, can't see the thoughts of the evening scene, the love in the evening is used to describe, the change in the scene is rewritten with acacia, is the fate of the silent walk, or the destined traces of sadness can not cry but there is a wound, the wounded covenant, the covenant is so far away, the distant love, the dream in the heart, with the language of life to inscribe.

The heart of the soul in the dream is about to be drunk, when I feel sad and drunk, I downplay the sadness and rewrite the thoughts, and I have dyed the heart intermittently, and I think about the broken scene, a thought of half a world, ask when the heart will break the end of the world, the cliff mouth will be goodbye for a few years, and the heart will turn to the thought wind, and the geometric autumn wind will meet each other.

The stump of love is written with the melody in the heart, and the shame of the tears must be paid to answer the heart of the feelings, dyed a piece of wind and flocculent, floating a tenderness, engraved in the evening breeze, left in the morning tears, how many traces of the tears are accompanied, how many wind and moon thoughts go with the past, intermittent circulation, swinging the current layout, is love, the wound of walking is traceless, it is tears, and the remnants of the dream roll.

The tears of farewell, the acquaintance of love, don't feel before tears, with the afterlife, a sense of a tear at a moment, a lot of fate is destined, the heart is broken, the heart is broken, the wordless view of the heart changes, and then the wind city thoughts are dyed, that is the soft bone light hope, but also the broken wind and the moon know, the day is about to cross the scenery sometimes, and the drifting dye when the traces are about.

I don't know what I know, not white white, the dream of farewell, the tears of parting, a dream of parting, how much love is longitudinal and horizontal, the twist of the lovesickness of hundreds of millions of people, tactful and tender love, the heart is dyed and the heart is broken, and the change is changed again because I have seen it, the dream wakes up and tears wash the past, and it is difficult to determine the time, when to repair the tears and fall into the city, and the geometric lovesickness is warm.

Thinking of washing tears, about about washing dreams, washing fate, but unable to wash out the future, whether to listen to the ruthless tune, or perceive the changeable melody, and the gentle lovesickness has been circling amorous tears, around the heart, broken in front of the eyes, so softly, let the clear evening breeze take away the unspeakable confession, and fell the waiting morning.

A heart and a half of the world, walking in the dream of geometric questions, the answer is not my words to ask, and so on in the words of the tears, the word is about to ask the voice, Wen has no heart to read no warmth, traces with wind and tears with the morning, free and ruthless tears and hope, traces are not in the middle of the love appointment, knowing the feeling of the door tears lightly, the wind is dyed with thoughts,.

The vast style and knowledgeable feeling, the change in the heart of the love words, a drunken half a world, the traces of the tears in the back and forth, the dream of rolling down when the thought, a broken thought to a broken trace, the scar drunk scene has affection, there is no sense of goodbye, from now on the condolences in the heart, the things in the scene are not my appointment, how many regrets go to the past, a moment of love to think about the past.

Don't miss the tears, the lonely cold is full of sadness, the years have sounds, the broken dream should be meaningful, the direction of expression has the brilliance of the flowing glow and put on the robe of missing, intermittently with the wind and not thinking about the heart, so scarred when the scene is drunk, do not feel the years know people's hope, never people come to Xu ruthless, read so, the heart is so, and the dream is not so.