The wings of mortal dust, a simple beauty, and the chain mail in the heart, connected to the frequency of thoughts, this beautiful feedback, walking on the edge of thoughts, the beautiful emotion is not perfect, but the flawless heart is haggard and silent, is the cycle of dreams, or the accompaniment of dawn, a lonely evening, the beauty that comes, and the sadness that falls. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Listening to the words of worry, the perception in the heart, walking on the wheel of time, the changeable mentality, walking in the layout of acacia, this broken fate, this gathering part, simply let the thoughts in the dream follow, let the words in the heart express the outpouring of tears, this tender broken bones, this complete beauty, from now on there is a distance of goodbye, seeing, dreaming, falling tears, walking to the edge of the scar, so naïve, simple waiting.

Slow mood, tactful portrayal, a lot of love, fluttering simplicity, talking about the frequency in the heart, but there is no rhyme, indifferent beauty, looking back tears, how simple, but can not tell the parting in the heart, the gathering and dispersion, the dream of coming has no fate, the heart of the heart has no part, is it a hurtful beat, or the tears of farewell need to cover up the wound in the heart for a lifetime.

Heart-breaking dreams, parting songs, people come to dreams and break their thoughts, it is to come and go, the heart circulation, to walk so chic, to come so sad, the picture of perception, the wandering mind, a send, not to send a dream meeting, a meeting, see again, is the heart, will gather the picture of the past, is the tears, will slowly wash away the reunion of the past.

There is no fate, there is a share, what is destined in the next life, what is the oath in this life, then there is a promise that can be expressed in the promise of a lifetime, with the thought in the heart to tell the life of the sky, it is the wind, the thought in the wind hides the feeling of lovesickness, it is the rain that wets the beautiful road scene, hurts the thoughts of the picture at this moment.

Wind and moon dream, remnant cloud hook, broken cloud song, this string is a dream year and a flower, the road turns to carry a thousand autumn to ask, is the heart, the feeling in the heart, since then began to change the starting line of departure, ask for directions, farewell lovesickness, cut off the glory of time, shed tears of blessing, ask softly,

"Are you okay?" but I don't know if we will see each other in this life, in the next life, or how many reincarnations we will wait.

Acacia rolled up the tears in the heart, sprinkled on the embankment of missing, said goodbye to a covenant in the dream, from then on, in the heart changeable, in the mind more dreams, whether to see in the dream, the heart is still thinking.

Divide the time, send it slowly, gather and scatter the mood, wait for the afterlife, miss can only use tears to confess the thoughts of the question and answer, walk in the interface of looking at each other, see the change of the shadow, but can only simply pick up the frequency of missing, play the layout of lovesickness, reminisce about the picture of the past, draw the distance in the heart.

How many souls are there in dreams, how many people are in love, geometric hearts are drunk and alive, it is about, dreams are indefinite, it is a thought, lovesickness is indefinite, how many tears, can say goodbye to the answer in the heart, the return of lovesickness, how much can find the wound in the heart, the wound is traceless, the reading is silent, how many tears are in the dream, and it is difficult to find the tears in the dream.

The graceful beauty of the heart is goodbye to the beauty, the answer to the unreachable sea, is the end of the world red dust, or the strings of the meeting without accompaniment, and the broken dream still continues to be a perceptual send, slowly gather the sadness of the farewell, walk in the unforgettable season, the thousand autumns in the heart, there is a dawn, the acacia in the dream, has always belonged to the evening.

The love of love, the fate of thoughts, the lover crosses the tearful face, while the sunset falls, and the waiting falls. A perceptual heart supports the waiting to move forward, and the continuous tears send the beauty of this life, and the rainbow on the cliff mouth cannot continue to express the past look.

Asking to know the familiar melody, walking in the lonely dawn, looking at the tears of thought, sprinkling fragile waiting, a beautiful sunshine gathers the answer in the heart, and the accompaniment of time is, "It is the injury, the years sail with you, it is the dream tears that accompany you, and it is about the rise and fall of Wanjing with you."

Looking at the beautiful spring breeze, looking at the beautiful scenery of the morning, the simplicity of the appointment, but it can't make up the vows in the heart, whether it is a promise indefinitely, or no fate in the heart, and the waiting part is accompanied by a sad string, beating the charm of tears, and the softness that belongs to the sunshine is lost in the beautiful years, written ignorance, and read with heart.

The evening breeze that cuts through the thoughts, but gathers the waiting of the dawn, and the thoughts in the heart, go, but can not dance in the dream, scatter, but can not recall the eternal picture at every time, and the eternity in the heart can not express the lovesick information, can only send not understand, gather is not clear.

Glad love, quietly open the chain mail of the heart, slowly look back at the waiting that does not belong to you, wait for the heart to be hurt, wait for the dream in the mind, no longer meet in the appointment, it is difficult to say again after the oath, the life in the heart, the language in the tears, how much gathering, the distance of gathering, the scattered shadow, but let the thoughts be resolute, open the window of tears.

The responsibility of the dream has built a bridge of longing, posing a picture of waiting, this resolute waiting, there are traces in the heart of the guard, Hou's thoughts are hurt, this confession, the heart of the expression is difficult to understand, this thought, the tears of the thought are also difficult to understand, I don't know whether it is love, or the heart that has been waiting for the heart can not change, and this heart that is difficult to keep is difficult to reach the once no fate.

Don't ask, but you can make your heart float up the clouds, silent, but you can let the tears wash and perceive, whether it is the fate of getting or the part of giving up, the picture that is destined to drift and difficult to gather, and the annual ring of time is hovering in the heart that is difficult to reach, walking in the sadness of tears falling without part, but accompanied by the song in the heart.

Broken bridge cliff, song scattered dreams, about red dust, the world does not ask his heart, the answer is not what he wants, the tears are flicked, the strings are not dreamed, how much sadness is heartbroken, the tears are broken in the year, the thoughts and dreams are out of this life, the painting is really covered by the fate, the phantom love continues to follow the wind, there is no way, the heart has a sign, and the thoughts are broken.

The swinging years, without the accompaniment of the emaciated heart, but with the growth of time, and superimposed with the diffuse of tears, and the indifferent mood, thinking of smiling, understanding and reminiscing, looking at the shadow in the breeze, shouting the scenery of the past, so beautiful, so brilliant, and the prosperity in the heart, destined to be sad and blooming a beautiful picture.

Amorous tears have no fate, broken dreams and thoughts portray the cold, the winter of the oath can not promise the autumn in the heart, it is the time in the heart to go and laugh, and the confession of tears perceives the talent that is difficult to reach, what is left, what is said, what is said goodbye, what is in the heart, what is in the heart, how many tears, who is the Su Talk.

Who weeps for whom, whose heart hurts, what kind of perception makes the dream accompany the soul of the past, what erases the scars, is it simply floating up the fragility, does it understand goodbye, can only be poured out with unclear tears.