The evening breeze of time, portraying the traces in the heart, walking in the programming of the years, the beautiful tears walking in the direction of the acacia, a touching words, intermittent wandering, so simple, but let the evening breeze of thoughts, a walk so clear, a walk so hurtful, a broken walk in the dream of the meeting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The tears, the snowflakes are accompanied by the beauty of shyness, and there is a residual brilliance, how many brilliant gatherings, and the feedback of the heart is condensed, a knowing mood, beautiful colors, so colorful and cyclic taste, the fragile heart, for the sake of the acacia in the thought and layout in the vicissitudes of the question and answer, write down the time, scatter the direction.

The arrival of the years, slowly put down the wonderful picture, a lot of love, drifting poured out in the traces of the heart, let go, can't be thrown away, the fate of the departure is destined to draw the traces of sadness in the corner of no part, a beautiful whisper, more than the soul lock of the remnant dream, the hook is the year in the heart, the soul is the yearning of the song, and the unlockable lovesickness is shrouded in the season of waiting.

The slow waiting, the brilliance, the beautiful fragments paid in the splendor of time, the traces left, the sadness picked up, the tender aftertaste, the bitter infatuation, how many lovesick strings, the sound of swinging tears, the melody played, there is an irresistible innocence, that, the fragility of that sadness, simple retrospective, heavy sadness.

Pick up the traces in your heart, stop the dawn of sadness, hide in the embrace of no one, drop a lovesick song, wait for the appointment, look forward to the time dream, thousands of miles in the heart, a dream in the dream, look at the lovesickness and tear the tears, enter the dream to meet the farewell song, the twisted person follows the words, when you go to see, wait for care, the time in the heart is thoughtless, but it is so cold, and the tears are difficult to warm.

The tears of compassion, warm the acacia in the heart, the strings of perception swing the bones of the thoughts, a dream, a dream can not dream of the future programming, a feeling, drunk is not in the person, but in the past, to lay out the present lovesickness, is tears, falling silently, and the traces in the heart are so deep, it is a dream, roll up the heart of the covenant to walk in the voice of parting.

The sadness of the scene, the hurt of the words, the intermittent teardrops, the hovering intoxication, the keys in the heart, always knocking on the traces of thoughts, the cold, short so ruthless, the warm, warm heart is insensitive, this love, this broken, broken love is simple, and the haggard face has been guarding the uncomeable waiting.

The wordless feedback in the heart, the farewell of the appointment in the memory, is the appointment, the tears of the meeting into the lovesickness into the dream, the tears of the appointment wash the past heart and sadness, how warm the thoughts, how cold the thoughts are, the frozen eternity, the simple afterlife, the fate that cannot enter the next life, is a beauty trembling, or a sadness in the confession.

If the heart is not followed, what do you want from tears, the past that you can't love, the lovesickness that you can't stop, the tears that you pull, counting the direction of this life, you can't let go of the yearning in your heart, the happiness on the road, the sadness in the happiness, the sad string into the heart and perceiving it, "tears in the heart of the begging, thinking in the waiting for regret".

Reading and waiting for silent songs, repenting of the past, love is so incomprehensible, really attentive, the explanation of tears, is the irrigation of lovesickness, the change of knowledge, the heart of waiting, tears will not have more of their own remnants, and the reading will not rise again A string of appointment, is a song, people walk according to their dreams, it is meaning, and they are really touching.

How deep the longing is, how true the yearning is, the words of perception, the farewell of the gift, a simple parting, a wonderful and undeducible tune, but the strings are not sounding, how many words gather, the deeds of that day are scattered, the lovesickness gathered, the scattered tears, the waiting for answers, and the expectation of not waiting for the afterlife.

Dreams are fateful, tears are not shared, a destined day a cliff, guarding the lovesickness, can't keep the heart and so on, looking forward to the evening, but I want to keep the dawn, because of all in the heart, so the thoughts are because the tears are thin, in the lovesickness, a tenderness and sadness can not be happy in the sad season.

If people return to their hearts, read with tears and promise the song of this world, this string is the road that has been walked, the beauty of the road in exchange for a lifetime of injury, the words of perception walk in the intoxicating season, there is a beautiful dream, there is a sadness in the heart, the dream in the heart that there is a meeting, the vow in the mind that there is a word, against the cold in the heart, guarding the cold of the mind.

The words are short-lived, the lovesickness will not stop, the thought is a scene away, tears are hanging in this life, the people of the world have passed, how can they not be nostalgic, the past of the soul, walking in the heart, regretting the beginning, hating the present, and the strings are in, the song is in, the words have been lost, but the sound can not be interpreted again, the sense of the word, the knowledge of the past, the innocence of the cause, in exchange for this boundless sadness.

The slow wind and moon take away the warmth in the heart, and can't send the cold in the mind, whether it is about the middle of the cold and hard to find, or the meeting in the middle of the appointment is difficult to find, the lost lovesickness, the accompaniment of tears, the sound of playing, meeting in the dream, the words of yearning, the words of the heart, the words of exchange, simply floating on the edge of the scar.

Waiting for the happy brightness, but can not replace the cold without warmth, and the song in the heart, the silence that comes, the silence that goes, the simple confession, but the teardrops that are difficult to resist, are the thoughts, the sounds, the soul, but the voice of the soul can not always protect the thought, and the sound of the thought has been recalling the soul of tears, accompanied by the lovesick strings to interpret the desolation in the heart.

The sinking of confession, the stability that can't wait for back, the soul that loses tears, but can't give up the traces of lovesickness, I don't know how much beauty in my heart has replaced the warmth in my heart, let go of the light and tasteless ice, and guarded in the traces of the dripping past, but I can't cover up the green and unpretentious wounds, and it is difficult to resist the beautiful and intoxicating marks.

Looking back in my heart, waiting in my thoughts, meeting in my dreams, tears all over the place, a scene of lovesickness, this delay, I can't wait for the heart that I don't understand, it's difficult to talk about the parting without a sound, and walking in the company of time, stacking lovesickness, tears, carved traces, knocking on the door of the heart, unable to tactfully follow the dream.

The tears of the dream, the string of lovesickness, the silent song, the fate of coming, the share of the go, waiting for the next life, not waiting for this life, if this appointment is gathered in the next life, this scattered will go to the next life sadly, touching feeling, but can not but can not find a dream of the cliff of the sky to accompany this life, since the heart has traces, the next life and many young lives.

There are tears in this life and the next life,

The remnants of the broken dream are falling.

About the volume of lovesickness to stop drunk,

Foolish thoughts.

Those who should wait, those who can't wait, those who should know, know that they can't see each other again, because that heart, although the heart has no appointment, every past intermittent dream, a drunken lovesickness, but there has always been an unreachable waiting, this weak eternity, but it needs the heart of the afterlife to accompani.