The hollow diamond can not absorb the tears of acacia, but the sad picture can let the light of the diamond see, the mood at the moment condenses the sad picture, tearing teardrops, hurried feelings, into the heart, spread in the superfluous dream, I don't know when there is an autumn, I don't know how to have a temperature. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking at the teardrops of sorrow, thinking about the unforgettable journey, walking in a sad dream, writing a piece of evening breeze, but the dawn often comes to take away the warmth in the heart, let go of the tearful words, so that he can't make up for the teardrops that have passed through the wounded, and can't heal the traces in his heart, and the time at this moment is lovesick.

The brilliant light composes the myth in the heart, simply describes the intoxicating scene, can not gather the acquaintance of the past, but the acquaintance at this moment has entered the sky of the cape, the inner lovesickness and tears disappeared in the face of today with yesterday, I don't know when the direction can locate the tomorrow in my heart.

The acacia in the cup, the acquaintance outside the cup, the inner gathering, the traces of words, the accumulation of deeds, the taste of aroma, not the strong wine, not the deep love, but the very truth, the confession of the words, the clarity of the heart, through the youth, passing by the place, accepting the dream of meeting, and for this tear, drank the past, and the mood of the drop gathered the direction.

The tactful beauty has the taste of seducing the soul, entangled in a persistent emotion, came to the tribe of lovesickness, waiting for the tears to fall, but insisted on marking the departure and ideals of others, so the transformation of the heart was differentiated, and the acquaintance of his own set was changed, and his departure had hope, and the blessing of the road must be used to irrigate the memory of the infatuation.

Tianhe Bridge, Nai He, a thought, a piece of knowing, broken thoughts, slowly passing by, the words on the road slowly picked up and put in the heart, after a lot of time, but still can not stick to the picture, as long as the simple words are described in the heart, and the accumulation of moods, because it is difficult to forget, and let themselves differentiate the position on the road, let their feelings, always reminisce about the past mistakes.

Acacia Building, looking at love, what is late, what is fast, all came just into the heart, let yourself reminisce in this life, what you remember is not lost, what you recall is not bad, but what you remember is that you should not meet, and the tears are disobedient, and it has been for the once drip into the heart, ringing in the sky no one knows, stopping at the cape no one looks.

The pervasiveness of red dust, the excuse of time, and the appointment of tears, whether it is not clear to go, or not to wait is not understood. Thinking, thinking of the fate of fate, asking, asking about the lost cherishment, what else is worth hiding in the hearts of others, only with the memories of this life to block the former picture, so that the traces of your heart are not defective is impossible, and the fall of tears can not hide the loneliness in the heart.

Reminiscing about the lonely cape, it is a phaseless world, what tenderness can replace the hard bones, there is no parting that can continue to gather and disperse, it is a light, engraved in the heart of the floating wounds, tears falling on the ground, unable to get up to shine on the desolation of the heart, unable to correct the confusion ahead, and the accumulation of emotions has made themselves carry too many tears of mortal dust.

The picture of the sky, the sad tune, the monotonous taste, but there is no other rhythm, is the light of thought gone, or the sound of tears is gone, is it that the road of remembrance is portrayed in the heart can not be interpreted again, feeling the difficulties that have been walked, and persistently walking out of the direction in front of you.

Deep feelings, beautiful entries, simple expressions, what seductive words, what sad handwriting, tears and rain of questions and answers, can't ask the depths of the heart, can't answer the distant Yiren, tears in front of the dream, only lovesickness is true, don't feel broken love lost once, two hopes wandering because of one person.

Love is not lost, love is not fake, because of giving, because of lovesickness, and how can the picture of tears make the scenery disappear and not let that encounter be buried, because the warm blood in the heart has an eternal melody and wonderful talent, not to mention that their accumulation is to create hope on the road and compose happiness in the heart.

Dawn is because of the path of hope, and blessing is because of the positioning of time, and the evening moment leaves anticipation. It's not the fault of being busy, it's not the passing of the road, it's your mood that is around the position for yesterday's treatment, starting for your own time, and looking for a position for your own mood.

The waiting has gone, the thought has been lost, the person in the heart is not in front of me, only cherish the present, because today's gathering will also deduce tomorrow's parting, don't miss it, can't be lost, because today's time is unique, today's self can not keep the once paid, tomorrow's get can not change today's response.

Hiding from my heart, hurting my dreams, collecting my tears, and making me wait, there is my shadow in the corner of deception, because that tear can't wash away the traces in my heart, whether it's true, or busy deeply, all the pay, all the achievements, all the gains are to let the tears wash away the scene that has been identified, this scene opens, tears come, lovesickness gathers, dreams.

Listening to the taste of that acquaintance, I still can't deduce the desolation of my heart, whether I can't see clearly with my eyes, or I don't understand what I say, the way I go, the words I give, the way I think, the wandering that everything has become, a taste of infatuation can't correct the confusion in my heart, I can't change my mistakes, I can only deduce a person's lovesickness.

Plum blossoms falling, acacia fruit, inner dislocation, sad picture, persistent scene, intoxicating feelings, distant Yiren future, waiting for the wrong, or tears of mistakes.

Thousands of years of anticipation, waiting for thousands of years, looking back at the people have gone, waiting for the east wind to collect tears, looking at the world alone. Unforgettable drunk, hard to chase, hard to dream, tears have gone, waiting for the bottomless abyss, the twists and turns of lovesick tears have been paid for the memories of the past since then, not asking for anything in return, not asking for anything to get together, just because of a scene of meeting.

Aromatic nocturne, so far, waiting, helpless, and at this moment the teardrops into the curtain of lovesickness, open the former picture, all sad, all tears of confession, can not distinguish whether it is wrong, or should not meet, because of the persistence of the mood, because of the affirmation of tears, it is decided that the encounter is the most beautiful scene in the world.

Talk about a song of sadness and two hopes, write an infatuation with tears, take a step with words, and tell a scene of life reminiscence. Love writes the blessing in hope for tears, and the feeling for the truth shows the clear taste, love lets the tears of lovesickness deduce the identification in the heart, what heaven are you waiting for, and what hell is there.