The melody of words, the specimen that tempts love, is it a real dream, is it the lovesickness of tears, or the memories of the past, everything is everything, the parting of a scene, the heart that is cut off at the end of the world, the edge that cannot be maintained, everything is destined, disappearing in the company of time, the scars on the left cannot hide the lovesickness of tears, and the memories on the right cannot tactfully convey today's mood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sad sadness goes again, the unforgettable words inject the tactfulness of the mood, the fickle warmth has disappeared in the company of yesterday's Wanjing, and the pay on the road, I don't know whether it is the change of tears, or the lovesick tomorrow, the direction of waiting has not been found, and the persistent question and answer has been wandering.

The faint familiarity, the beautiful and simple scars, the wordless end of the world writes the past of you and me, is your destiny, my fate, the vertical and horizontal line we walked out together, you have reached the end of your dreams, I did not go to the cape of my heart, but at the end of the sky waiting for you to look back.

The frequency of longing, there is a code that is difficult to decipher, is it love, or really emotional, there is a lovesickness that belongs to me written in the sadness, and the accumulation of traces is the edge of my tears after paying. There is no longer a warm sky in my heart, a thing in tears, no longer a sunny day, each other's footsteps, missing the position of the cycle, and looking at each other helplessly.

There is also a feeling in my heart, there is a lovesickness in the words, the dream lacks the mood of waiting, but there is a persistent view, a faint drift, unable to enter your warm heart, a faint change, unable to let you experience the beauty in my heart, walking a distance, unable to experience a beautiful song, but because you did not come here to accompany the sound.

Look at the autumn wind, think about the night, there is your taste in the wind, and there is my lovesickness for you in the night. My love is paying for you, my tears are running for the past, you can't understand the sadness in my heart, I can't see your happiness in the distance, I drop hope, write beautiful blessings, ten fingers clasped, cheer for the reunion of the past.

The heart is connected to the truth, there is a sense of giving, and I experience the question and answer of lovesickness, but I can't find the reunion that I once had, the persistent picture, walking on the edge of time, you and I are not seeing each other, you have entered my heart, I have failed to enter your heart, and the experience of the heart, the edge of the words disappears in the doomed accumulation.

There is no ignited perception, there is no gathered past, there are traces on one side, tears on the other, and what walks in the middle is an unforgettable memory of this life. Every person will miss you, speaking and perceiving the pace of the past, the song that spreads in the heart, but can not continue the experience of the past, all the swings, the dedication of the heart, and the heart's movement, the confession of tears, the lovesickness is not clear, the heart does not understand.

In March, the tears are washed away, and when the dream rain is difficult to come true.

It is difficult to find a sense of re-understanding, and it is difficult to interpret a step of regret.

The wind and rain of love, the sad parting, how many romances are difficult to stage again, how many waits can not be exchanged for a simple reunion, and the goodbye in the heart has once again left a brand in the heart, seeing the edge of words and deeds, it feels like a lot of pictures in the past, and the scenery on the road is not known, and the road in the heart cannot understand the memories in front of me.

If there is still a dream, there is no you in the dream, then there are tears for you in the distance and compose the hope in my heart, all the blessings, in the heart, in the scene, in the people, the mood of giving, the drifting love, although you can't reach the sky you walk, and your road has already written the hope of waiting in my heart.

It is said that sadness is intoxicating, but I hope that the taste of perseverance, all the moods, all the encounters, are destined fate, together with the dispersion, are drawn in the heart, and use the time of this life to cherish the picture, the heart of the experience of words and warm companionship, reduce loneliness, tears wash lovesickness, warm warmth let you take away, I can only use the distance you give to take warmth.

The tears in the heart, who knows, the love in the words, who can understand, walk, miss, what is kept is lovesickness, the reunion in exchange for tears, how beautiful, how brilliant, with a lifetime, for the world, every life is like this without regrets and complaints, because there is waiting, even if it continues to be like this in the next life, there is still a person I am waiting for.

If the heart is empty, I miss you, if the tears are there, for you, if the love is true, reminiscence, sadness is fate, destined. Thinking of your time is destined, when the heart is empty, tears are real, a lot of memories walk in the sky of fate, can not cycle your position to wander again, and the free and easy in the heart can not compose the picture of the dynasty.

The heart is unsettled, the tears are unwilling, there is a spring, and the summer lovesickness falls in the autumn sad tears, that is a truth, but also a love, you don't know, my heartbeat, my journey is wonderful because of you, and my sadness because of your giving, so that I have a future in this life without regrets to wait, persistent pay, tears of lovesickness.

Gently my heart moves, Didi is the true feeling, step by step is love, lack of the heart of the future, can not use the footsteps of the past to continue the warmth around me. A faint stroke, a faint drift, can not draw off the once together, can not drift the lovesickness in the heart, you don't know, I wait, you didn't come to find my heart, and my waiting is around your past experience warmth.

When the years knock on the door, when the scars ask for directions, when the lovesickness gathers tears, when the experience of the past gathering and scattering to find the parting in the heart, how sad, how sad, no matter how unexplained, no matter how unclear, how unintelligible, how unintelligible, but the only constant is that the heart waiting for you is still there.

Wrong fate is God's arrangement, simple destined, with your meeting, the tears after the gathering, is a happy blessing, is the hope of waiting, is the trap I once set, understand everything clearly, the youth of this life is the dance you give, the companionship of this life is the song you give, my life has color, there is splendor, all for the purpose of composing a dream of mortal dust.

A thousand loves, all kinds of love, a piece of truth, a period of infatuation, the tribe that wanders in the heart, has a destined blessing, has a fateful bone, you let me know, let me wait, let me change. After I changed, I could only experience the picture of the past, I could only understand the tears of lovesickness, taste the monotonous cycle, and walk on the road that I could not reunite.

Weak red dust, fingertip years, can't keep tears, can't hold back thoughts, rare to see each other, difficult to know the mood, tears of the soul, lovesick heart, don't know the sound of autumn, don't love the winter scene, just because of the traces, the fragile door of love, a short reunion, a song of clutch, talk about the sadness, sing out of the eye, inseparable from the difficulty in the heart, can not fit the road to disappear.

Hongchen has love, the heart is love, tears are feelings, dreams and a piece of truth, all the lovesickness is destined to fate, your distance is in my heart, my distance will always have the warmth that you have not experienced, one scene after another, step by step, scattered in tears, falling in the soil, planting hope, blessings for each other's encounter.