In an instant, people come and go, the heartbroken feelings of the red dust are connected with a pair of tearful eyes, and the sad song has an unforgettable melody, whether it is the truth of the wound, or the depth of the love, the fate is destined in the mortal dust, step by step in the heart, staying in the time of remembrance, with the accompaniment of the moon shadow, with the cry of the end of the world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sprinkle a bright mood, pay a glorious and brilliant charm, do not change because of the lovesickness of the words, do not lose because of the tears falling, because the intoxicating scenery has not left the heart of the past, has been accompanied by the warm guard, because of the warm gathering and dispersion, get their own look, this love, this farewell, there is nothing else, only the truth in the heart.

Put away the scattered lovesickness, shed persistent tears, continuous words spread the real perception, the taste of infatuation, because of the melody of the guard, and there is a heart-wrenching, with a bright smile, although a little incomplete, but the sunshine in the heart will not let the sad words bury the past encounter.

Avoided the yesterday in my heart, but the tears of lovesickness still lingered in the corner of destined fate, what fell was the injury, what I got was the feeling, and the bright gathering and dispersion, because of the parting, was clear that I didn't understand.

The memory of the loss of thought tactfully turns the heart of the look, although the mood of the future is rewritten, but it can't save the previous meeting, a true, really in the heart, a farewell, don't cry, really use the heart, parting before crying, will really let the desire in the heart let the former parting and cry again.

The heart is hurt in tears, the dream is broken by reminiscence, there is a period of heaven in the heart of the farewell, that is the sky of my prayer and hope, go to you, reach your heart, I am willing to be unhealthy, in exchange for your health. Time will pry open my heart, take away my tears, and send you through this life.

The rain broke the concern in my heart, but I still let the residual wind blow the former lovesickness, and the scenery of the encounter needs your words, and there is no lack of reunion and parting.

The raindrops of Tianchi hit my Acacia Building, not because of infatuation and change the current memory, not because of the fall of the years and reduce the warmth of waiting, and the engraved thoughts spread on the road, sprinkled in the company of Wanjing, joy because of the vertical and horizontal lines of gathering and scattering quietly took away the real picture.

The moon is desolate, people are sad, the scattered forgetfulness subtracts the emotion of the mood, revealing the spread of thoughts, the dripping wings fall into the precipice of the heart, hanging in the direction of the sky, the time at this moment unloads my persistent feelings, but I still can't let go of the charming tears and the gathering of lovesickness, and the deliberate tactful parting stops the heart, staying in the former position.

The lingering in the heart, the teardrops of longing, the vertical and horizontal line of time in an instant and tactful, the appointment, looking at each other, the wandering thoughts, bypassing the heart, turning to the teardrops, are all beautiful and seductive fragility, but this wonderful and lightless time has changed the departure of the mood and carried the memories of a lifetime.

Slowly life is on the red dust road, the two crossings meet without continuation, the persistent picture is engraved in the heart, and the thoughts are spreading. I am willing to protect the sky you give, preserve the rhyme of perception, let this world wander the picture of yesterday, persistently guard the destiny given by fate, and do not let the thin mood adjust the tears of lovesickness.

Promise in the heart of the hand, but Acacia rejected the memories of the cape, and yesterday's picture disappeared between you and me, but let the clutch spread in my mind, do not let the once be lost, otherwise the words will run away, all the affection, all the perception, written by your side, engraved in the crook of my arm, I bear the time, sticking to the Acacia, inadvertently shed happy tears, with lies to comfort the heart with traces.

The heartache of love is unfathomable, the tears of feeling fall in the corner of lovesickness, and the clear encounter is always unclear engraved in the heart, containing traces of sadness, dancing the melody of the direction. In this life, I promise a momentary encounter, and I am willing to reunite in the next life, and my sad heart continues to wait, and I can no longer recover the time I once had to continue to interpret the picture of you and me.

The frequency of longing, the slight pry of the heart to take on the chain mail of love, tactfully in the fate of tears, understand the departure of the heart, dripping at each other walking in the vertical and horizontal corners of thinking, a little perception, a little vast, all the stay is quietly transformed in that unrecognizable memory line.

A lie, a reason, delayed time, saved lovesickness, gathered tears, but could not use past encounters to glue the traces in the heart. The confusion of attachment confesses the outpouring of feelings, but I can't perceive you in the distance, the real picture, but I can't see your appearance from in front of me.

The heart is in youth, pay attention to the infatuation chapter, don't cry again, and insist on waiting for the dream from then on. The continuous mood, the tactful lovesickness, the unchanged heart, all the time, have been composing warmth for you, spreading blessings for you, and hoping that your well-being can drive my peace.

Your words are the wings of lovesickness, your encounter is the soaring of tears, your steps are the waiting of this life, and your goodbye is the waiting of this life. Time composes your red dust, tears talk about my dream, meet simple no goodbye, wait for no sincere traces, step by step true voice a few people know, a sense of no looking back.

The ups and downs of the mood, pausing yesterday's picture, falling flavorful tears, the warmth of acacia has since disappeared in the time of stay, because of you in time, because of the gathering and dispersion of the unforgettable me, persistent mood, indifferent departure, walking in the cape you can't see, stopping at the end of the world waiting for you, you are the sky of my life, I am just a simple passerby.

A period of spring and autumn, one step and another guard, keep the lovesickness, can't protect the tears, don't look at the tears, glue the traces in the heart, can't understand the confession of tears, simple encounter, walk in a clear picture, look at a wound, think of a feeling, hurt in the cause, feeling doomed.

Thousands of feelings, injected with tears, meet a hundred turns, say goodbye to a scene, look back on the present, it is difficult to reach your shore. Walking in the farewell of the meeting, looking at the heart of autumn, engraved with sadness, unable to hold tears, painting wounds, unable to draw your arrival. In the dream, Chihiro went to meet, and the wish was no longer true all the way, recognizing that the soul of the sky had flown away, and looking forward to the hot and cool song of life.

Find an excuse, say the reason for lovesickness, and the tears that fall into the heart, but can not pour out the confession, clear nostalgia walks in the thinking, spreads on the road of life, all the truth, a piece of idiocy, draws you and me, carves out yesterday's encounter, stay in today's waiting.

Stretch out your fingers, hold the time, and read the past in the center of the world, the opening page of this book is our gathering, and the last page of this book is the gathering of tears and the taste of lovesickness. Three hundred and sixty-five pages of lovesick tears, the singular number of each page is to describe you with your heart, and the double number of each page is written with your tears, the front of the book is my heart, and the reverse side of the book is your heart, if you don't read it, you can't cross your heart with my heart.