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Feeling the half-temperature sprinkling of autumn flowers,

The thick strings plucked away from a line of wounds.

Drink a cup of breeze, play a period of tenderness, full of emotion to reveal the bright brilliance of the outing, there is a decisive love, sprinkle the confusion of affection, perceive the wonderful and warm picture in the heart, and succumb to the description in front of the tears, leaving behind is the love of thought, the dream is about the song of the middle song, the song is short of love, and the dream of falling in love with the pentatonic dream.

The autumn wind contains, the intermittent wind, and the tears sow the infatuated lie to lay out the desolation in the heart, comfort the thoughts in the heart, look back at the shame of the world, gather the safety and charm of the direction, and sew the mood slenderly dripping in the sad season, a cycle of love that seeks more and looks for its own end of the world in the sky, so that the frequency of Fang Zhi is turbulent under the blue sky.

The tears of the sky, across the scars in the heart, a gentle compassion, refusing to be in the windless direction, the brilliant colors, the blue love dyed the rainbow of the remnant dream, hope to continue in the heart, see the people come and go, thousands of thoughts, read thousands of roads, on the road to give birth to thoughts, in the dream, in the dream, in the dream in the blood of the heart, in the dream of the season without warmth.

True cup cherishes tears,

Reciting the dream language of the year.

Love walks softly and breaks off the road scene.

Accompanied by a half-language about the world.

Seeing you in my heart, tears are like rain, how much tenderness and geometry, drunk in the road of sadness in the years, every time is the thought in the heart, don't be the feeling of separation, the tenderness is so intoxicating, the residual dream is so traced, ask the heart, how many appointments on the road have met, ask know, how many feelings in the road slipped into the corner of the heart, and wash away the former tune, the accompanying audio, there was a sentimental laughter and departure.

Goodbye at your fingertips. I can't pull the strings in the happiness, but I can only piece together the melody that has passed, let the wind go so haggard, let the tears pass so simply, and the ghost in my heart is looking for the evening scene in the covenant of the remnant dream, and the painting of the dawn has not been able to get out of the vicissitudes of the layout, blindly reversing the tears of lovesickness, and has been circulating without positioning the meeting in the world.

Love is love to tears into dreams,

Knowing is knowing and thinking like rain.

The wound is the wounded soul dye,

Drunk is drunk and asks without strings.

Sorrow, a song of residual dreams, the strings in the heart, the tune in the swing dream, the fragility of the traces,,, the infatuation of the dictatorship, the drifting rainbow, so bright, so ruthless, and the love is still the tear, no or that appointment, tears have an appointment, every time there is no song, the song is like the heart to read the appointment, with the sound of the broken thought of dyeing the scene, painting the style without the appointment, half a world of rainbow language.

Resolute thoughts warm the season of sadness, is it the charm of the meeting, or the frequency of the appointment, walking so generously and moving, some dream scars, some about drinking tears and walking, walking on the road of the covenant, across the thought of the meeting, so intoxicated, so sad, drunk, flowers out of people's minds, a cup of love in a lifetime, dyed out of this life and the next life.

Prosperous laughter, late love, silent year, indifferent brightness folded in the crisp dripping, soothing the sadness in the heart, is the heart but dyed dreams, is about but tears, dreams do not meet that to think, before washing no thoughts where to feel, ask autumn do not know the moment drunk, drink a cup of breeze, talk about happiness and urge sadness of the song, describing the desolation in the heart.

Colds and Broken Dreams,

The soul is not about the same year.

Laughter and sadness,

There is no sound in the mind because of self-promise.

A drop of acacia song, half a lifetime of dew, around the birthday of the moment, a farewell to the line of the sound of drunkenness, the Chinese New Year in the middle of the separation, the evening to read the dawn, the rainbow does not promise itself, how to return to the year is the trace, pull the curtain in the heart, light up the candle of thought, bypass the bridge, avoid the sky, can not go out of the elegant meeting of the sky, can not be separated from the tears of the road of thought.

Who is whose tears, tears are drunk in this life, Hua Nian is so hurt, the heart is so brittle, every parting, but there is more ruthless taste, the dream of the meeting, the heart of the covenant, every from the heart, about from the cold gathering, can not go out of the sorrow, can not see the sadness, that hurt, hurt so affectionate, that covenant, the covenant is so difficult to tactful, and the depiction of the world, has been painting the heart of the love, describing the language of the dream.

The scars in the wound are so shallow, the dream in the heart has been pulling, it is the heart at this time, the scene that comes is the cycle of tears, is this about to have a meeting in the heart, or to read the song really has a song, the current cycle of the dream in the appointment, the heart remembers that once met, is the season of tears, or the frequency of thoughts is so rash, so healthy, has been walking, walking in the heart, so that the tears are not warm.

The piercing teardrops talk about the melody of lovesickness, the remnants of the sad dream, farewell in the warmth of thoughts, the charm of the sunshine, a beautiful splendor, the noise under the traces of heartache, so chic and drifting wonderful, the love described, the truth of perception, such a portrayal, a simple painting, the sunshine sprinkled in front of the teardrops, and composed the reunion of lovesickness.

There is no tear in my heart,

Reading is really dreamless, dreaming into.

Tears are not sorrowful,

Words come to hurt foreign affairs.

Flick tears Xu Nian two lines, break the tears and break the thoughts, the horizontal wave thoughts are cold and warm, the dream is around the heart and drink no fate, Nai Sheng love the morning walk hopelessly, He Qiao a trip to think about it, so the wine is a light luxury dream, the remnant clouds have a broken dance music, people carry the sound to tears and stain the heart, cut the painting this morning, a word day and a cliff, back and forth thoughts and souls, and the words of the soul are about tears.

The heart is in thought, the sound is about to meet, the cold on the road, the meeting in the tears, walking in the heart, jumping in the tears, how many dreams are about, how many words are falling, the lovesick layout is sad and warm, the traces of the residual dream about parting, the word is about to be scattered, the gathering is so rash, the scattered is so wordless, the tearless talk, the pouring is the heart of the pay, played the sadness in the heart.

This is a light, the heart walks the years of tears like sand, drunk on the beach to see the dream, a soft whisper of a thousand tears, half a drop of dreams, the picture of perception depicts the blueprint in the heart, there is a blue mood gathered the reunion of words and deeds, with nothing, the future covenant, there is nothing, the song of the next life, but has been depicting the love of this life.

Walking forward with tears, the heart is sad and lovesick to go back and forth, the thoughts are slow to lead the tears to choose, the question and answer yearns for the talk of gathering things, the heart is empty and the tears are answered, it is difficult to warm the warm cold and the cold is cold, the drunk words, the weaving of thoughts, the teardrops in the heart, the lovesickness of the words, the hope that people come and go, and the memories of people are empty.

Simple steps, beautiful tunes, looping wonderful fragments, but they need the accompaniment of tears, the warmth of thoughts, the meeting in the dream to send lightly, the worry of the words tactfully portrays the sadness, a beautiful music, an intoxicating splendor, a brilliant beautiful and shining world, the slight love, the whiteness of knowledge, the gathering and dispersion of farewell, so warm.

The heart is sad and sorrowful,

The strings of words were unintentionally pronounced.

The sound is joy and thought like a dream,

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