Acacia twists and turns, the night connects the heart bridge, the warm thoughts enter the desolation of the heart, depicted on the edge of time, helplessly poured out with tears and fell to know each other. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The strings of missing are on the road of the breeze, the heart rises, you are not there, tears fall, your future, the memory is long, the sense of carving, the moon is broken, but it is difficult to save the fragility of the traces.

The awe-inspiring autumn wind of the night is drunk in the hearts of the people, chaotic in the acacia, fluttering with the ups and downs of the heart, rising and falling from time to time, falling because of the scenery, the ups and downs of people are a little drunk, a little warm and unprincipled fragrance, flashing the fragility of the wind direction, mixed with colorful helplessness, and the diluted position draws a beautiful splendor.

The sad bones, the light makeup of the painting, written into the heart of the desolate city, the tactful night fell on the warm side, together soaring in the company of the four seasons, gently spring and autumn knocking on the rise and fall of the heart, the drunken position and the scenery changed the destined direction, is the emotion of love, is the love of the poured out.

The ups and downs of the red dust, the songs that sketch the mood, the leisurely strings accompany the riverside of longing, the words sung are accompanied by the moon, supplemented by the stars, holding the sun-like love to set off outside the deliberate heart, listening to the amorous melody, but there is a bleak waiting, waiting for a persistence, waiting for a collection.

Gently people come and go, people come, your words don't come, people come and go, and the things of the past can't be continued to be interpreted. The leisurely riverside, the broken lovesickness, engraved in the end of the mood, but unable to drift to the sky of the cape, is the heart not enough love, or the tears of waiting are not true at all.

The lovesickness caught by the floating scenery and the passing years is a little aggrieved love, and the glorious process can not write today's regrets, whether it is the maintenance in the persistence or the free and easy sunshine, and the companionship of the years disappears on the pessimistic road of encounter, and the prosperous experience cannot replace the love song in the ear.

Drunk in the wind, drunk in the arms of longing, waiting for the sorrow of the good feeling, is it other love, or the meaning of separation, the meaning of love and true thoughts, how much sorrow and tears. Walk artificially, look at the deeds, Xiaoxiao is even thinking about the sound at night, the curtain is broken in the future, the sound is silent, it is really everything clear, or the fate is destined to have no fate.

A drop of tears of ups and downs brings a sad emotion, falling on the embankment of the heart, there is a sadness in the heart, a drop of feeling in front of you, and the heart has never looked at people, but it can make tears fall, the thought has never stayed, but has been recalling the vertical and horizontal line of time.

My soul stepped into your soul, your words are my shawl, my tears have your story, the ten thousand scenes in my hometown because of my heart, from the sad world, walking in the heart of the cape, things make me drunk, in the tears very, who can understand, sad perception, no picture.

The sunshine of the rainbow world disappears at the edge of the heart without the company of warmth, the staggered time makes my true perception in the corner of no fate, the engraved encounter wanders on the edge of the trace, time makes me vulnerable, acacia composes sincere blessings, I wish the center no fate, and the blessing has no part.

Tactful but helpless changed the diffuse mood, whether it was not able to let go, or parting, walking in the cold wind to find yesterday, but could not find today's tears, and gradually lovesickness deduced today's departure, but could not continue the end of the past.

The strings of longing swing the hearts of teardrops, the game of encounters, the cold wind blows, the heart is drunk, the chasing guests who can't avoid missing, the real door that can't knock on the unhappy, but there is no location of the heart on the embankment of the chain mail, it is sad in the heart, it is the tears that fall because of people, and the time that hurts is not fateful, and it is destined to have no ending in Wanjing.

Tired lovesickness, drunken teardrops, can't wait for the words to meet, can't see the warmth of missing, it's hard to resist the boredom in the heart, it's hard to stop the picture of the injury, this expression is no one to complain, this tells a few people to solve, what is told is the heart, what I see is yesterday and not today's company.

Sad persistence crosses the thoughts in the heart, and the mortal dust is still composed of the upright youth, love to the heart will be tired, think of who the tears are for, whose tears fall for whom, whose love is for whom.

Quietly guarding the melody of acacia, but carving a sad picture, is it the position of the injury, or the change of tears, and the heartache seems to be unable to carry out the red dust of the years, similar changes, the turn of words, swinging in the tasteless direction. The wandering of deeds, everything is connected to the wrong navigation line, and the stubbornness that floats spreads into reminiscence.

The charm of love chainmail binds the tears of lovesickness in the vertical and horizontal line of time, and I and your time can not shuttle through the picture, all the emotion and turning points have to absorb tears to the spread of thoughts, and the departure of the red dust in the world can not stop the confusion in the heart, navigation in the sad and brittle heart.

The lie pulls the wordless confession of parting in the red dust, the real sense of farewell in the mortal world, the composition of the helpless feeling of farewell to the light knowledge, is it the plucking of the will, or the string of longing has been talking about the feelings of the heart and looking at the autumn, one step of thinking, no one knows in the cape, and then farewell, don't go to the sky to tears and interrogate.

The shuttle of time crosses my fingertips, and the floor of love superimposed on the desolation of the heart has been tactfully in the sad picture, which is the dedication of the wound, and the real perception.

The vicissitudes of wind and rain tour in Haikou's world, persistent waves into the door of youth, is the confession of charm, is persistent clear, still in the vertical and horizontal line of time marked my departure, is the real change, is the fake pay, all the first dew of the time forgotten in the Chinese year, Li Lan in the color of the light soaring.

The quiet flowers are happy to fall, the faint joys and sorrows are separated, and the portrayal of time has created the foundation of the heart, waiting for the expectation and farewell of the sky, the brilliance of differentiation changes in the corner of defeat and fate, and the change disappears around the helpless.

The monochrome years, the familiar melody, the fragrance is the generosity of the embankment, the diffuse brilliance walks in the sky of the cape, depicting the future scene, and the transformation of the heart is the vertical and horizontal line given by time, some of the ups and downs are slowly beautiful, and the slow turn is in the moment of the world.

Patient farewell is the fate of love, is destined to be beautiful, or the splendor of emotion, and the sunshine of the heart walks in front of me under the rain of tears of time, is the close confession, is the lonely hope of the distance, the words go away and the heart is missing, the tears fall a few people, all the faults of the hand, the feeling of not being able to pull it, or still quietly open the heart, knock on the floor of thoughts.

Flick the fingers of repentance, faith is pro, the soul of the north looks at the autumn has not returned, the matter is coming, and the tears are in the heart, and there is a little touching drunk, the pervasive years portray the four seasons of me, no password of the chain mail, no cumbersome combination, is the patchwork of tears, is the sense of sticking, some lost souls do not leave day and day, the three watches have not returned, and the five watches are still with.

A few people are stupid to return, a few people miss the autumn tears in the north, the years are still walking in the rush of time, tears at midnight, how much loss changes the confusion of the soul. It is true, it is false, the wrong words of emotion are located in the confused connection, yes and no, it flies from the heart, and flies on the tears.

The words of the dream are connected with the recollection of love, it is the clutch of the feeling, it is the drunken infatuation, the drunken tears in the dream, the infatuation asks at the end of the world, the tears are silent, the questions are silent, the sound is not clear, the sound is not understood, the quiet attachment of thoughts is in the corner of love, and the fixed position circulates the law of execution, the law starts at dawn, and so on at night.

The fragments of longing, stacked in the soil, buried in the heart, watered with tears. Can't superimpose lovesickness, can't repeat tears, and the sea in the heart is endless, and the ignorance next to the tears is the drunkenness of love, the loss of tears, when drunk only ask geometry, the lost time makes the vertical and horizontal clutch far away from the desolation of time.