Love is thorough, love is turning, thousands of teardrops, a drop of fate, the sea of love is destined, about the red dust, tears are the dust dream, lift up the city of thoughts, disturb the embankment facing each other, there is a perception, walk in the beautiful picture, there is a parting, walk in the deep valley of the heart, the painting is so shallow, the wound is so deep, although the heart is single, the lovesickness is half, although the shadow is lonely, look at each other. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The continuation of indifference, fragrant drunk in beautiful and solid love, wrote parting, sang the gathering and dispersion, the simplicity of separation, the pain of waiting, the cycle of crying, the teardrop interrogation, life is a tearful person, death has a lovesick bureau, the fate is arranged without the afterlife, the afterlife arrangement is not agreed, the recent visit here is sad, sad, sad, so charming, so beautiful, put it in the heart, hidden in the red dust.

Wipe a drop of acacia, choose a tear string, dream a past, regret a wordless, think all the way to joy, strings a song unknown, to an appointment is difficult to come true, words to wait, wipe a lovesickness but can not let the string sound in the past in the joy of words, think of a string of dreams, a past waiting, has become the growth of this life, guarding the soul in the heart, warming the heart of the roadless.

The weak lovesick song, the wonderful lyrics, the simple arrangement in the depths of the heart, the scars accumulate the fragility of sadness step by step, the change of the face, the haggard heart opens the end of the fate, the fragrance that is not destined to begin, the love that stays, the tears that walk in the boundless, the paintings are all remnant dreams, the promise of the oath is rolled up, and the oath of promise is lost.

Muttering a word, fate Acacia I, not light words, but because of the words and activated the door of attachment in the heart, set up a waiting eye, just like that, even if there is an afterlife, it is still for a word and persistently guarding the mood of waiting, not asking about the future, not asking about the mood, just because it is an irresistible key.

You come, I'm gone, no longer lovesick, you go, I'm gone, no longer continuing, you wait, I'm no longer waiting, no longer seeing, you stay, I'm gone, no longer happy, you tears, I'm lovesick, no longer perceiving, you dream, I'm waiting, no longer caring, you lose, I'm giving, no longer scattered, you know, I'm silent, no longer lonely. Acacia layout, each well.

Love dreams, lovesickness, how many silk threads, slowly dyed in the mind, carried in the residual dream, gathered on the road, scattered in tears, simple to write, difficult to draw, sad to describe, dripping to complain, so hurtful feelings, beautiful so light, but it is so difficult to continue the scars, so lovesick but tormenting the happy face.

Fengyue looks back, tears fall into the city, reading charm, light purple flowers bloom, candlelight in the middle of the night, Didi building warm play, looking back at the broken intestines, engrave the soul, but the ransom is still cold and sad two tears, the continuation is ruthless, about Nanke, sticky to know the fragrance of flowers, when people go to reminisce, lick a pear blossom, the dream of longevity is fatal, the handwriting is intimate, Changhong is also a floating song, tender years, lake fascination, monthly shallow singing quickly away from hatred, no reason to tighten the folding flowers, the song counts the number of people, the depth of five fingers, ten fingers sour.

Years with tears in the heart, knitting ceiling song, tears Xu Chen, night rain has been windy, filigree called the other side, heart called Yue Yu Bridge, probation has been about to leave again, loss is the heart of the door lost, away from the hatred of the eternal, the years of regret, once warm and broken, skillfully play a scene of drama dreams, the heart weaving from the broken Qingqiu, no chance to continue, ruthless period, ten fingers still tears, wipe away the cold wind fall.

Walking into the edge of the years, an infectious word walks on the edge of the heart, is the accompaniment of the wind, or the consistency of the words, came to a strange paradise, the beauty of the painting, purified in the inner exhaustion, the speed of walking, like the wind, drawing a bright and brilliant covenant, this cycle after the words become white, and sigh on the simple road, the clouds in the wind do not hide a lot of rainbows, and the changes in the heart knock on the soul in the heart.

It seems that the breeze, with the red dust of time, engraves this leisurely fragrance, is the floating of the heart, or the edge of the silk, rolls up the brilliance under the moon, can not draw a bright dance, walking in the bell song classics, and leisurely beating portrays the fate of the wind and the moon, implement the clear intoxication, wandering loneliness condenses excessive comfort, the tears and rain of a hundred flowers are intertwined and transformed in the scenery of the stamens of the drunken edge, is the beauty of the heart in the evening scene of the red dust, the wind and the moon are thus woven in the eternal years, alternately and unhindered to replace the fragrance and soul of the four seasons。

The breeze is drunk, the face is cold, and there is a poignant gloom lingering in the brilliant heart, the four seasons of flowers bloom the beauty of the lake, with a moment of love presented in the waiting corner, a waiting, a harvest, the bright season began to bloom, read the warmth of thoughts, the flower language in the heart has changed the reading, the posture under the moon is still so moving, poignant fragrance, drunk waiting for the heart, waiting for the shadow, the lost North Pole is still so affectionate, the pride of emotion has lost the charm of the smile.

Sheng Lin's poems are so sad, the soul of love rolls up the embroidery of the rainbow, a word and a flower, blooming in the home of the soul, the wedding dress of the thought was once the other side of the dream, a lot of romantic raindrops still come so late, the poignant and dripping pride can not be brilliant from then on, the poems of the painting have been so unlucky, or the water drops have no love to miss, when the words come in, the fragrance leaves, the stay is a scar, or so cold, the reading is destined to be so sad, blindly changing, how much thoughts are shaken off, and the thoughts are still lost in the company of the shadow。

Elegant remorse is cultivated on the sad heart, the cold and warm of the season is missed, or the confession of the still circulating tears, what tears are so stubborn, what feelings are so calm, calm and indefinite meeting under the ruthless flowers, the wind and the moon cut the rainbow, the heart tears off the face, the flowers are away from people's tears, the dripping love scars, the ruthless picture of the sail of longing, the raising is fate, the fall is destined, and there is a fateless past, it is tears that make me sad, it is love that makes me drunk, and the heavy morning flowers are waiting for the evening.

I said that I lost, buried the tears of love, or the flowers of tears, the traces of separation under the drunken moon, the residual candle by the bridge or the moonlight without happiness, who in the river and the sea shed the debts of love, who can pay off the encounter in this world, or the ruthlessness, the ruthlessness sent, the broken love is still so unlucky, the dust of the posture buried this waiting indifferent heart, and the affection sent the mood, the thoughts could not warm the spring of the past, looking back at the two lines of tears, who picked up the words, who did not take the stage to say goodbye.

Under the green light, in the night light, whose traces are broken and whose thoughts are broken, whose ruthlessness rolls up whose soul, whose persistence paints the season of dreams, whose expression gives the haggard face, whose confidant is unintentional for whom.