The wind of longing swings the companionship of Wanjing, a beautiful destined to walk in the love in the heart, write brilliantly, let go of fate, the sunset that fell tears, the frequency of the quiet Q&A heart, the beautiful rhyme quietly intermittently waiting, the covenant walking on the edge of the heart, is the tears of love, is the lovesickness of love. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The gentle piercing, the simple description, an intoxicating lovesickness, the beauty of the depiction of thoughts, contains the changes of the universe, this perception, a simple retrospective, a quiet question and answer, the charm of the thoughts has changed the evening breeze of waiting, but greeted the dawn in the heart, the keep, the waiting about a dream, and the wait in the heart has since been accompanied by tears.

The quiet of no fate, the beauty of greeting thoughts, the splendid love fluttering with gentle care, and the warm sunset knocks on the doors and windows of thoughts, rolls up the bead curtain of acacia, and gives back the vows of the past.

The guard of the scene, the Hou of the heart, the layout of the acacia, the life of tears, the cycle of burning out this life, how much to pay and how much love, that wonderful picture, painted the memories of this life, what can not be chased is to look at each other, can not move to the eternal dream, is the period of the time to go in the edge, go haggard out of the lovesickness, is the thought of the covenant in the tears, turn is not destined but pay the sustenance in the heart.

The frequency in the heart, the rhyme of walking, is the accompaniment of thought, or the yearning of time, a beautiful emotion, a brilliant dawn, accepted the squandering of the sunset, is the covenant, is the heart, is the dream, is the fate, from now on there is a share in the heart, from this thought more tears, tears do not wash the tears, tears break the heart of this life.

The desolate love, the drunken wandering under the changeable thoughts, the brilliance of walking, the beauty of scattering, the heartbreak of gathering, the smile of waiting, is the regret in the heart, but there is more distance in the memory, the companionship of the shadow, broken to the edge of the dream, let the tears in the part sprinkle behind the smile, this, the waiting that does not belong to the guard, and there is an appointment for the waiting.

The desolate lovesickness in the heart, the swinging of the heart of a thousand points, the walking, coming, gathering of the mood scattered in the predestined to wander, when the words meet, when the deeds reappear, the heart of yesterday is difficult to reach today's other side, looking at the spring breeze intermittently, seeing the heart door is difficult, waiting for the sound from this dream does not ask where to go, but with tears when waking up.

A perceptual picture, the desolation of the painting, the sadness in the heart, the sorrow of the perception, how many scars and how much drunk, the soulless heart in the dream is also broken, the evening wind song of the broken thoughts, and a ruthless promise, sweeping away the tears of this life, promising a requiem to chase the next life, seeing that there is no companion in the heart, reciting the dance music in tears, and breaking the heart and breaking the soul.

If you say, the mood says, how much is still changing, the scene, the mood has changed, but it can't cover up the past in my heart, the covenant, the thin edge, wipe away the tears in my heart, open the scar tribe, it is still a short dream, it is a thought, it has been lost on the road, and it is difficult to meet in the words.

Slow mind, knocking on the edge of the scar, a soft beauty blooms in the season that is difficult to walk, let the dream in the heart go intermittently, let the edge of the thought, gather and disperse, scatter and dream, dream and tears, tears and thoughts, this cycle, the heart is indifferent, the thoughts wander thousands of times, this heart has never changed, it is the wind, it is the covenant in the heart that cannot be blown away, it is a dream, and it is impossible to deduce the regret in the heart.

There is a dream in the heart, there is no time in the covenant, it is a thought but it is broken in the oath promised, it is waiting, but it is hidden in the sadness of sadness, the reincarnation of this life, the afterlife, the search for this life, the life of the world is intermittent, there is a confession in the heart of the tears, the soul of yearning is poured out on the line of thought, the fate goes with it, into the heart, the share is not there, but it is lost in tears.

Feeling the picture of letting go, but the sunset of thoughts, the accompanying song, but the desolation in the heart, the sadness, let the heart smile slightly, the heart of laughter is more traced, slowly tears poured out, but the tears are difficult to confess the road in the heart, is it the interruption in the thought, or the meeting in the dream, the change in the meeting, the change completely, the scattered, the scattered heart, is let go, but can not be thrown away from the gathering, it is dropped, but it is inseparable from the appointment of tears.

Quietly listen to the frequency of the heartbeat, the simple rhyme, marked with the beautiful scenery of the past, and the brilliant time makes the road of remembrance extend the scars in the heart, is the oath change in the meeting, or the thought in the covenant is difficult to reach the side of the dream, the night is so simple, and the light can only look back on the time at dawn.

The life of life, the perception of no fate, but the cultivation of the heart, with the tears in the mind to accompany the frequency of thoughts, this song, this dream, about an indefinite period, the heart meets again, if the sky continues the red dust, why the sadness is intermittent, only the tears and the view of the scene, the reading in the heart, the superposition of the mind, the interpretation of tears, the changes in the song, the desolation in the heart but can not cover up the face of the two.

Looking back and smiling, the thousand autumns are like, light life, when to look at each other, tears and lovesickness, layout of life, thoughts of the evening breeze, cloak the sun is broken, love to see the soul of the soul, intermittent tears of lovesickness, after the dream to look back at the broken heart, a look, I don't know that there is still a waiting in my heart, and then look, I don't know how many tears can fill the wounds on the mind.

The heart rolls up the bead curtain of longing at dawn, tears in the evening in the sunset into a dream, with time sprinkled on the face, see the heart of the person has not returned, look at the thoughts of the dream of the future, intermittent heartbreak and desolate song, people yearn, but the strings of longing are difficult to accompany the mood of the past, that beautiful, this intoxicating, ephemeral song accompanies this life.

The parting in the hand evokes the sadness of farewell, a tactful heartfelt song, the beauty of ups and downs, is with tears, is with life, the picture of perception, the encounter created, this meeting, never again, this see, never see again, this covenant, the tears of the covenant wash this life, and the dream turns lovesick.

Avoiding the thoughts in my heart, inseparable from the perception of tears, I wandered away from the reunion in my dreams, and it was difficult to look back at the picture at that time, whether it was the change of time, or the desolation of my heart, the language of life, the beauty of splendor, or the poignancy of sadness, the squandering of my heart, the search in my thoughts, or the trampling of tears, and the clarity of everything went to the unclear waiting.

Birthday tears, thoughts, crossing thoughts and difficult to separate fate, that comes to the sad heart to draw traces, faint smile and silent heart yearning, thoughts teardrops roll red dust, heart frequency rhyme, look, thoughts contain desolation, etc., love is sprinkled, but it has been accompanied by the spring and autumn that does not belong to itself, it is the wheel of time, but it cannot reach its own side.

I thought about it, I looked at it, but in the end it was scattered, I looked, asked, and said, but I could only confess with tears in front of me, waited, dreamed, read, but the time of the heartbeat, who would understand the sadness and traces that have been buried, the fall, the send, the unclear, the indefinite, the indefinite, the go can't be grasped.