The breeze is drunk, people are haggard, how many teardrops are drooping, the cold heart is cold and the dream is remnant, people ask, things are going, words follow, walking in the similarity of people in the morning, how much truth, how much persistence, touching the sadness and sadness in the heart, nostalgic thoughts, warming the nightless sea, measuring the lovesickness in the heart, weighing the weight of teardrops, how many roads, how many thoughts, it is difficult to return. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The traces are fragile and powerless tactfully at the mouth of the cliff in the heart, a heavy sense of beauty, the direction of the cloud, the scenery with the clouds, the beauty of China, the tears and rain wash the dream, the fragments of the stacked words, the true feeling of painting the sad city, the desolation of the absurd thoughts, the broken thoughts, the soul dyed, the wandering yearning, related to the heart that has been opened, the awe-inspiring temperature, but can not warm the past gathering and dispersion.

The faint tendency, the slow fragrance, the drunken chic, the time goes so vertically, the curl and broken strings of thoughts, the love that walks, the frequency of the heart, spells up the weaving of lies, a tear and a half-life, promises this love to the soul, how much tenderness and how many tears, and since then the past has been flying in the past.

The heart is beating, the tears will go, the thoughts will not stop, the walked, the coming, the heart, the dream, how much, the gift of love, the vicissitudes of the layout, dyed the heart, the broken dream, the gathering and scattering are so traced, the fate of parting, the loss has been destined to the brightness of this life, this splendid memory, what can't be chased is waiting, what can't be remembered is seeing and can't confess.

The talent of waiting in my heart, the cruelty of asking in my memory, the guard that is not there, the tears of waiting, the courage of thinking, so simple, but so scratching the traces of thought, scattering the accompaniment of longing, this beautiful indifference, knocking on the perception in my heart, urging the heart of waiting, bypassing the coming and going in the dream, a sad self-knowledge, but unable to perceive the incomprehension, a familiar farewell, but unable to part with the charm of acquaintance, the traces of the four seasons stitch the dawn of the evening breeze, but can not accompany the wait-and-see in the heart.

Half a drop of wish for a lifetime of love, this appointment to chase the dream soul lock the scene, care about the tears such as flying, depicting the four seasons of people difficult to ask, look at the words stacked people, and other deeds about the trace, this knowledgeable melody has been accompanied by the frequency of the heart, the wounded tears are stacked, the dream of the reading, this is a fate, once it was a parting song to play the lovesick dream.

It is difficult to stay in the heart of walking, waiting for the soul of the person to break the soul, the thoughts will be broken, the love is not reduced, the wind rises with the thoughts, the tears enter the sea without it, in the middle of the night, counting the desolate thoughts, but unable to identify the tears that have been lost, whether they are lost because they can't perceive it, or they can't identify the edge in the edge, the extra part, and set off under the parting hook of the encounter string.

The heart does not read, the eyes do not turn, the words do not gather, how to scatter the tears, what is sprinkled is the lovesickness, the waiting that cannot be separated, the waiting, the waiting, the heart, the tears recall, although the shadow has been accompanied by the scars and happiness, but can not perceive the tears that have lost the heart, can only retain the lovesickness that has no fate, and the heart that accompanies the part.

The beautiful heartstrings, the bleak painting, the broken lamp describing the scars, asking about the lovesickness, the farewell of the deep tears, and the heart that left is beating for the words of the past, the gathering in the dream, the evening breeze of the dawn swinging again, the lovesickness in the heart, this difficult problem, but can not understand the information and understanding in the heart.

Missing a fake, tears in this life are true, gentle heart, cold thoughts are accompanied by the heart of the giving, the go, the go is undestined, the gathering, the gathering of this life waiting, the coming question will be haggard, the song will be silent, the dream in the heart will break the tears, the loss of loss, the loss of gain, all the mood is farewell to the season of sending.

Pop up a sad love song, play a dream of this life, about in the red dust, read in the clouds, scattered sound has thoughts, the edge of the deeds, the picture of perception, the recognition of the past, the heart of the time is haggard, the feeling of the tiredness, the soul is so simple, the spirit is so short, so feeling, the heart is in thought, and the dream is also with the wind.

The farewell, can't send away the lovesickness in the heart, the parting tune, but can't play the goodbye picture, is the dream in the heart is not true, or the strings of the miss are not accompanied by reminiscence, at this time, at that moment, when walking in the heart, portraying the desolation in the thought, the traces of the coming and coming are difficult to repair, and the heart that goes and is lost cannot be recovered.

Approaching the breeze, I can't see the desolation, because the sunshine in my heart has entered the hometown in my dream, the tenderness is so short, the light send-off, but I can't send back the time I once met, into the dream of goodbye, and the confession of teardrops, so that the thoughts in my heart are not clear, the goodbye of lovesickness, and the farewell of tears after the dream again.

The soft farewell, the whirlwind of teardrops, how many love songs, the romance in the person, the melody of perception, the rhyme of the city, a lonely carelessness, the simple love can't help it, is it really the lovesickness in the mind, or the hypocritical teardrops deceive the already wounded heart, and the panic of weaving cannot make up for the promise.

A gathering and scattering eternity, that incomplete love, the heart that walks around has been circling, counting the scars in the heart, the tears dripping in the soil, walking into the lovesickness, but unable to sprout a season of meeting, is the four seasons warm, or the warmth in the heart has gone with the parting, the covenant, the indefiniteness of the covenant, the promise, but the desolation in the heart, and the scars in the dream.

Thoughts accompany the growth line of life, after the parting song, the difficult recollection, this poignant shadow, waiting for the thoughts in the heart, the dream can not keep the tears in the eyes, this covenant, adhering to the past of this life, like an intractable mystery, is the heart of the thoughts superimposed on the strings of lovesickness, only to see the acacia emaciated, not tears superimposed.

Dream roll heart, and lovesickness with tears, thinking is walking, the sound is looking for again, waiting for the come, see the unexpected, understand what has been lost, the tactfulness of the song can not depict the flow of time, and the romance in the heart has been guarding the inaccessible embankment, not the wind in the heart can not pass through the waiting city, but the desolation of the thought has been deduced.

The desolate wind paints the heart dream, about the red dust is broken and the building is broken, the thing is in the soul of the people, the thoughts knock on the door, the autumn wind, the chaos of the thoughts, the frequency of the heart is difficult to break, the words gather this memory interlocking, the sound is also difficult to carry the clouds, look at the quiet to the heartstrings, tears in the autumn heart Xu Chen, the evening breeze breaks the sadness, and the heart is scattered in the parting way.

, the fate of life is destined to be abandoned, when there is no autumn in that appointment, the soul is a cliff and recalls. Empty thousands of sorrowful clouds gathered and scattered, broken to the mind back to the soul lock, once dreamless and true, feeling in the covenant there is an oath, looking at the cloud scattered recognition song, it is difficult to chase the road empty with the wind, the shadow of the painting Fu Lou is also empty, and the sound of thoughts in the heart door is cut off.