Drifting clouds into the painting dream to see, tempting into the intoxication of joy, Qianqiu indifferently heartfelt, the heart of the speed of farewell walking on the warm and cold road, when the night walks, love, when people leave, the feeling is in, the fault in the dream has been burning the teardrops of the years, is the chain mail of the floating clouds in the condolences, or the proverbial goodbye has been circulating. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The melodic is farewell to the city in the heart, the faint mood, the quiet picture, is the light of love, the truth of love, the fragrant deciduous people do not know, the words give lovers the song, slowly the thoughts burn the drunkenness of the heart, let the love break on the edge of tears, let the perception in the lovesick tribe, the end of the parting can not gather the tactfulness of the heart.

The red dust of sorrow, free and easy like the autumn wind like the moon. The moon bends the heart like drunk, the moon is full of tears, things are drunk and tired, the words are sad and sentimental, the cool sunset will not appear in my heart, the night beauty of the lovesickness can not portray the tears of the outpouring, let the parting burn out, let the tears doom, all the fate in the heart, in the truth, forever love is gone.

The faint fragrance rhythm in the city of love, sliding down the long and long four seasons, circulating in the dripping road, a thousand kinds of fate in the daytime separation has a sense of the feeling, knowing that the dream has a share of the outpouring, and the long river of leisurely crossing the warm stairs gradually rewrites the myth of the heart.

The long song is not in the same person, broken in the heart, carved for a long time to weep, when the heart of the heart burns the years of you and me, you are in my heart, I am in the sky that you have not reached, the jasper-like face opens my journey, but I can't tell you that you are there on the road, reciting the tune you gave, looking at the song composed by my heart, all the destined, the side of the fate, when you are destined, I am destined to be sad.

The sound of the encounter is not in the dream road of perception, and the route drawn has the gathering and dispersion of fate, when the words are given away, the deeds are accompanied, and some melodies tactfully portray beautiful and wonderful pictures, things are weeping in the heart, feeling the wound in the picture, and the fragility of the traces has a fragrant illusion and wandering in the temptation of wandering.

Can't get the words of the fallen leaves, can't see the description of the heart, it is the trees in the depths that surround you, it is the words of the heart that shine on you, it is really on your way, when the red dust burns out, when the night is gone, I, walking on the road you give, compose hope for you, tell the taste of blessings, and say goodbye to the warm and lightless world.

The autumn heart is drunk in the lonely city of the end of the world, and the winter of lies has been urging to find the song of the heart, but it is not possible to cycle the taste of lovesickness in the end of the world, when the teardrops interrogate the season, it has disappeared in the fragrance of the tears buried in the heart, and the drunkenness of the writing makes people fragile and tactful to set off in the thin direction.

Go with the clouds, the shadow is drunk, the scattered moon shadow can reappear, you and my words can't be described, the moon shadow wanders the thoughts of the drunken scene, time breaks through the sky of the heart, the fragile thoughts burn the steps of the past, you go, I haven't arrived, you come, I can't wait, is it the wrong time, or you and I don't know the sense of the heart in the destined corner.

Tears missed for many years, lovesickness is not shallow, tears are not deep, and there are other dreams in the heart of the send-off, sent to the heart of no one to watch, on the road has not asked, lovesickness to send tears to the heart, what else is worth asking and answering the current self, ask the heart to wash tears, answer the scene carved heart, gather and burn the memories of the past in the sad corner of the perception of goodbye.

The acquaintance across the mountain, the acacia close at hand, the warmth of the heart for the blessing of the encounter and the tears of the red dust fall, all the non-return, the same step, when I go, the lovesickness, when I stop, tears read, time into my heart, can not perceive your fate, anxious heart to ask things do not ask people, look at people but miss the words of the past.

The words are all down, the tears are alluring, the feeling is in the heart of the dream, and the knowledge is in the morning gathering. Let go of the heart, the lost tears, the lost yesterday, what else can tell the tactful portrayal of the heart, a sadness, a feeling, sadness falls before the feeling, the feeling is weeping under the sadness, the fall of tears gathers the taste of lovesickness, and composes the portrayal of red dust.

I don't see the two vast, the mood is drunk and hurt, the scars are busy in front of the tears, the heart asks in the rain, is it long, or the dream is far away, the fate is destined to be tactful again, the love can't perceive the inner waiting, when you are in, I don't feel it, when I go, I have been circulating in the street corner of the past asking about the change in my heart, thinking about the change in the past.

Silently the tactfulness of thoughts, written in the night of the gathering and scattering of a blessing belonging to the sun, not in the heart, not in the feeling, and in the company of your road, when my heart turns into a blessing, when my tears turn into hope, you have a destined corner in the fate, is the best companion of my life, let the acacia engrave my heart, let the tears dye my mind.

The wings of dusk have the color of black and white, you and I have a sad red dust, mortal love, don't be silent, love is in thought, the sound is in the heart, the thought is in front of the tears, the rush of time can not take away the thoughts in my heart, the fall of tears can not go to your inner perception, it is love, love is gone, it is feeling, but the heart is lost.

The fragrant thoughts wander in the long dark night, there is the wrong direction, there is the perception of tears lost, asking for love, asking for feelings, feelings in the heart, feeling in people, words have lost reunions, tears have a circulating position, you and I are destined to be mortal across the world, the heart tells the cape, the sky meets in a dream, not to tell people, only to gather and disperse.

The verdant fragrance wanders in the tactfulness of the heart, portraying you and me, you walk in the promise of the oath, I walk in the helpless teardrop lovesickness painting, it is parting, it is parting, it is the happiness of looking at each other, there is a journey of hope but there is no change in the weather, and the tears fall in the heart, the words are seen in the dream, the tears are shed, I don't see you, I see you, but I fall lovesick.

In an instant, people come and go, in a short dream, meet the crossing, look at each other, people follow the heaven and earth, you and I are not accompanied, natural everywhere, time shuttles for thousands of years, the heart is dyed with the scene without saying affection, the wrong tears are writing the frequency of blessings for you, describing the feeling of the heart, telling the farewell of tears.

The swaying wind, the quiet moment, burning in the mood of the embankment, there is a mystery, and the mistake is missing, and the right can not get, when walking, people are in sight, but no one wanders alone, Amber's figure is parted to the street without a cause, beckoning is destined to fall on the distraction of the wrong judgment, the repentance, the love of waiting, the heart does not come back, the tears do not give up.

The moon is beautiful, the heart is accompanied, the drunken shadow is tactful, portraying lovesickness for thousands of years, the meeting may not be a scene, and the other night rain is close to the intoxicating encounter, there is something to say, how many tears can not wash away the picture in the heart, it is really fate to make the destined heart have a fate and less a picture of their own.

Supporting the wind and painting the rain does not dissipate the sadness, feeling goodbye to tears and thinking about the heart, asking the outside to warm the cold nocturne, and the crease and road are difficult to repair. What else is wrong to say, but also talk about the parting of the heart, the separation on the opposite side, the abandonment of the heart, the time has broken through the dream of the heart, let the wind bring the ups and downs on the road, let the red dust leave the sky of the heart.