The acacia of the space world has a charming fragrance, a feeling, a taste of the end of the world, the thoughts of the words, the outpouring of tears, the heart is engraved with the season of looking at each other, the spreading galaxy has an intoxicating heart, parting on the sad road, is the depth of love, is the truth of the feeling, the love is lost in tears, and the feeling is lost in the dream. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Tactfully I have you and my world, my tears for this to compose a sincere commitment and a simple vow, an appointment in the heart, a look in tears, the heart of the pay so that the warm tears are in the time that accompanies each other, you and I the vertical and horizontal lines understate the fragrance of the warmth, but get the warmth of the silence.

There is no fate, there is no door, there are thousands of thoughts, thinking of people for a moment, spreading the cycle of perception, collecting specimens of the heart, accumulating the ten thousand views of the mulberry field, the tactful dream is adjusted and set off, my road is changed for this, my desolation is therefore turned, the road of words is engraved with colorful brightness, and there is a brilliant picture in the adjustment of things but there is no inner smile.

The destined in the heart, the corner that has lost its fate, the payment of the movement, the temptation of thought, walking in the tactful and lightless moonlight, there are desolate strings swinging the beautiful piano, there is a song, never separated from the world, a person has never been centrifuged, the song is the melody that once met, and the person is waiting for the accompaniment of infatuation.

The gentle melody wanders in the tactful and beautiful direction, there is your story, but there is no future for me, there are your words, but I want to be accompanied by lovesickness and tears, accompanied by the desolation of the heart, with the picture of perception, but it has to keep circulating the words of the past, revealing the original gathering and dispersion.

The bleak feelings, the thin fragrance, the charm of the picture of you and me. The beauty of the drunken reversal is engraved in the footsteps of the heart, one by one, one by one, a thought, sticking to the sky of the cape, sprinkled in the sunshine, the vertical and horizontal lines of the red dust, because of the turn of time and follow step by step on the road of reminiscence.

Wandering thoughts spread in the position of teardrops, circulating, portraying, nostalgic years, revealing my confusion, talking about inexpressible outpouring. And the east wind of time unloads my tears, marking the intoxication of the sky, the love of lovers, the people of love, people change in love, and love gathers in people.

Reading the beauty of the mood, playing the door of the heart of longing, a helpless heart falls on the memory of perception, is the lovesickness of tears, is the parting of lovesickness, parting from the heart, not in the dream, no longer repeating the meeting, no longer speaking of the past, tears wash away the lovesickness, can not wash away the picture that has passed.

Intoxicating tears, infatuated cups, sad in one fell swoop, north and south dreams, resolutely wounded, carved on the edges, flowing into the tactful traces of the sky, Jane wrote endless clutches.

The tactfulness of thoughts is engraved in the helplessness of the red dust, the vast heart language carries the fragrant charm, the familiar emotion is connected with the eternal melody, it is a beautiful plain talk, it is a splendid nocturne, when the song is broken, reminiscence, the scene of tears is very close to the heart, and the sorrow and sadness of the ferry wanders on the warm bridge.

The continuous warmth of the passing years warms my red dust, fluttering with the warmth of the four seasons, the autumn shadow injected with love, lingering in the tactfulness of the heart, there is a period of desolation, leisurely pry open my thoughts, dyed on the road of reminiscence, because of people, send things, geometric farewell, people are difficult to meet on the road, things will cry in the heart, don't be intoxicating in the clutch.

The rainbow-like warmth surrounds my story, writing the fragrance, leaving emotion, swinging the scenery into my heart, crossing the sea and leaving people's tears, and then crossing the wind and rain with the song, the two covenants tactfully gather and scatter, do not keep the lovesickness and protect the residual dream.

The heart door of the fate opens the chain mail of thoughts, a persistent picture carves sad teardrops, a faint description of the dripping of paying, gently falling down the farewell without regrets, is the rashness of the word, or the diffuse of the word, all the mood is dripping on the tactful road, so that the fate is destined to be written in the sky and hung on the cape, when the lovesick tears are mentioned to wash out the vertical and horizontal lines of time.

The ruthless sluggishness has the farewell of the rainbow, the unknown explanation can't support the end of the interpretation, the desperate situation of attachment hangs in the heart, the unknown traces have the ruthlessness of love, but the affection of longing, it is a beautiful melody, but there is no brilliant brilliance, it is an intoxicating emotion, but it analyzes the former clutch.

The expression of guardianship, the ups and downs of the red dust are connected with the rise of the heart, but it is necessary to step on the picture of yesterday to link the sad world, the love that is gone, the broken love, the sadness turns in the heart, and the feeling is depicted in the mind, the tears in the left eye are deep feelings, the tears in the right eye are true, and the tactful turn of deep love is engraved in the memories of deep thoughts.

Missing will not wait, the pay has passed, what is left is goodbye, the person who comes again has no sound of the past, but the words of seeing can not see the person who once was, say, say, can't say the persistence of waiting, leave the oath but can't lose the promise, miss the lovesick but can't lose the current picture.

Longing for my love, opening the lost heart, attached to the ruthlessness of the past, that section is no longer true, that paragraph is no longer deep, the real heart has drawn the boundless fate, and the road of injury cannot continue to turn the red dust. The result of the fate is written in the corner of the share, and the thoughts of the cliff are engraved in the heart of the sky.

The thick worry is dyed in the sad position of the red dust in the heart, walking on the sad song, picking up the acacia and singing, drinking the rainbow in the world, but can only pour out a poignant parting of wind and rain. Thoughts are buried in tears, dreams are lost on the road, the warm years in the heart cannot be buried, and the traces cannot be lost.

Let go, can't throw away, can't do without the punishment in the heart, such tenderness is difficult to digest, explain, but it's difficult to explain what was wrong, but the tears are regretful parting, is the love is not deep, or the fate is too shallow, all the folds are destined to disappear in the picture of missing.

The sea of love is drenched in red dust, the fate is destined to be thousands of times, how much does it know without emotion, the truth revealed, the fragile and merciful road, a four seasons disappear in a dream, a rainbow is difficult to appear in front of you for a long time, and when you hear some words and perceive some things, you still can't confess to the people you once had and say clearly, you can only tell about the next life.

The change in tears, the simple steps, thinking about the charming scenery, but the mood at the moment is full of tears, and it is just wandering because of the heartache caused by others. My heart, my tears, tears fall because of my heart, my heart has no dreams, and I have no chance to cross the requiem again.

Deliberate lovesickness will leave, the grief and sadness of longing are accompanied by shadows, walking on the edge of the time period, many roads, chosen, wrong, a lot of mistakes, passed, only far away. The words spread in his heart, but there are wounds, but there are tears, the wounds of tears have dreams, but they lose the destiny of the distance, and tomorrow's time makes them walk in the corner of lovesickness, waiting for the identification of tears.

The sad desolation penetrated into my heart, the blurred chain mail clasped the longing piano, but talked about the intoxicating lovesickness, and the parting song could not continue the current teardrops, I danced infatuated, and the shadow followed the scene. describes the heart, tells the thoughts, but can't cut off the confusion of the heart.