, missing tired and haggard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the moon alone at midnight, several people regretted it.

The sadness of the thoughts crosses the warm experience, the bridge that turns right draws a warm wait in the sad poignant, looking at the sorrow of the heart, pulling the thoughts at the corner of the street, how beautiful the perception of the words is not in the traces of the separation, the injury is so cruel, the simple wound of love, the breakup of the interpretation of the eyes, this way, not enough to say, or too little dream, the road in the heart tears the wound in the dream, the mind is in the warm waiting, can not wait for the doom of the oath.

Love is chasing, dreams are broken, the sky is vast, the heart is desolate, two lines of tears, the wall of fate, the backbone of the heart, turning away all the burdens, reading the fragrance of dream tears, tearing the flowers of tears, the warmth of not going to the door of the heart, who lost whose heart, took away all the chain mail, and what came was the tired oath, the regret of the promise, the love debt of a lifetime, the timetable of the heart of the worldly charm, stacking all the thoughts, confessing all the faces, and the tears in the flowers.

Love is faint, the night is desolate, tell the sad evening breeze, who is bright and the moon is stained, who tears across the bridge, walk fragrant, paint desolate, I paint a period of time to bury, the years are eternal, the river flows into the sea, the heart wanders, the dream is sad, the bridge of longing is difficult to be brilliant, the song is raised in the dream, the love is in the dream in the song, the wings of the collection are still in the wound of the heart, the youth is in, the dream is hard to survive, the sunset left behind, the hesitation that can not take away the traces, such a chase, can not catch the gorgeous face.

The moon was desolate, the new wind wandered again, reading the heart of the wound, is the sadness of the thoughts, farewell to a song of sunset tears, and then cross the word dawn night, the heart of the riverside, the search for teardrops, out of the hometown of dreams, see the direction of the heart, is love, is a dream, read the romance of the past, but the heart is so simple, but so difficult, ticking the blood oath, knocking on the promise of the fate, can not get out of the wall of love, can not jump out of the circle of love.

Looking at the fragrant reading, thinking about the sad song, everyone has the emotion of missing, waiting is the destination of a heart, but it can't open the happiness of the past, the confession of continuous tears, the accumulation of continuation of the lyrics, the heart is so tired, the dream is so broken, the rain is still so dull, the tears under the words, still so stubborn, the continuation of waiting, the farewell of questions and answers, is the cruelty in the heart, happiness is not the end of fate, tears are the fate of the end, hope has become the happiness of waiting.

Falling in love with a heart that can't wait, waiting for a haggard face, sending tears to tell, can't say the confession in my heart, the end of all endings is the end of the lines, the desolation in my heart, the hesitation in my dreams, the continuous freezing of my thoughts, walking on the street, in the unasked telling, what tears are so ruthless, what dreams are so sad, such hearts, such tears, walking around a lifetime of dedication, describing a lifetime of pictures.

What to say, what to see, what to see, but what you have been unable to say, what you have said can not be seen, the cowardice in your heart, the strength in your thoughts, but you can't pick up the scroll of your thoughts, stir the strings of your heart, and draw a soft and carved picture, so desolate, poignant again, so into the play, but you can't invade the soul into the time, in such years, whose parting is for whom, whose tears are for whom, whose love has become whose words.

Holding the cold in my heart, the haggard in front of the Q&A, the tears that go to this life, the attachment of the dream hook, or the rush of the strings, such a pace, such a playing, the temptation of Shen Yun appears in the inner cape, drawing an emotional circle, circling a heart without an ending, Q&A changes outside the scene, thoughts are still guarded, the heart is still waiting, waiting for the thoughts, waiting for the life, spending years to make up for the transience of lovesickness.

It's not a cold heart, but a thought, walking through the heart with tears, passing by the door with a dream, looking at the four seasons, can't hear the sadness in the heart, not to mention that there will be too much waiting for death, but there is no beautiful past, has read the past and looked back, and then read a dream in the future, no regrets, no cycle, is a gift of years, is a time to complement each other, such a dream, such a world, is the destination of this time, but also the dream of this world, do not ask, do not allow, do not change, the heart does not change.

Looking at the diffuse in the heart, appreciating the warmth of thoughts, is the expression of words, or the continuation of words, love is asking, tears are answering, the heart is the shore, the dream is the side, the thought is the wind and the moon, the romance in the rain, the splendor of the sunny day, the accompaniment of the face, the tears go to the cycle of this life to spend the sadness of the grief, such advice, is the expression of the heart, for the oath, for the commitment, can only be used with this wounded heart to pay in the tears at this time.

Looking at the gorgeous street, waiting for the ferry, walking in the sad words, writing sorrow, more sorrowful, sorrowful dawn let the tears flow, said okay not to shed tears, but the heart is disobedient, miss the struggle all the time, let the face protect the tears to stay, go, flow, the direction of the tears is not your route, the tears of waiting are the smiles of the past, the heart has laughed, the words have gone, the tears that have come out of the face change the fading of the face, such a brilliant wipe away the traces in the heart, swept out more waiting.

Such tears have been drifting, the heart is sad and warm the strings in the dream, the scene is intoxicating, the tears are in the morning, the wind and the moon are excessive, the thoughts are helpless, the city of love is watered with the flowers of the heart, the intoxicating fragrance renders the splendor in the dream, the colorful wind and moon ring the continuous bell, remembering the once vertical and horizontal, about the desolation, every time it is the broken soul hook, a lock in the dream of the world, promise, vow to go to the tears of the two droops, not about the current cold thoughts.

Time draws a beautiful fragility draped in the shadow of the chain mail, the lonely sign of hatred in the residual warmth of the body, reading out the weight of the city wall, resisting the impact of tears, soothing all the dreams in the heart, but unable to understand the confession of tears at the moment, who is the soul of tears, too many tears, the soul has broken dreams, the soul is broken when the song is sung, and it is difficult to reappear after years of resignation.

The encounter of the heart, the breakup of the past did not be clear with tears, that youth is rare, the tears in this life continue to play a trace of the turn, how happy the heart laughs, how far the tears flow, do not analyze the coldness of thoughts, do not investigate the wall of the heart, but the smile of the heart can no longer laugh, the rush of tears can not be traced, it is a smile will be sad, it is tears will sail away.

The heart rises and falls, the thoughts wander, the thoughts warm the cold heart, the strings of the seasons take away the tears that belong to the air, irrigate the confession that does not belong to the heart, who makes up for the dripping love, who the dream leaves for the farewell, the heart is strong, tears, what reading can be presented on the face of the tears of the past.

Cool flowers, show the heart, stay in the season, for a dream, for a tear, quit the tears and songs, drunk to see a few people, Yan Nanfei, sad chasing, the question out of love to send Yan go, never saw the words in the heart, so meet, wait again, wait for no appointment, cut off the streamer, give up the love, sleep three points drunk, wake up seven tears.