The night swept down on my heart, and some warm thoughts spread on the edge of the wound, leaving the waiting, the helplessness of the end of the world and disappearing into the cape. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info's tactful words leisurely engrave the vertical and horizontal lines of time, because you, because of me, you and I meet on different roads at the same time, and you and I go together but do not know the gathering and dispersion.

Chaotic thoughts, carved thoughts, the pace of thoughts bypass the strings of the heart, avoid the tears of longing, and recall you directly, because the truth, don't dream, the two times to find a reason, all the wounds can't be healed with the comfort of justice to heal the heartache that has traces. Waiting for the rise and fall of the sun, watching the tears go away, the pain of the heart, the sense of dreams, knowing that the label that is not destined has accumulated the destined chain mail.

Sad words in the heart, but still smiling face, thanks for the bloom of the four seasons, sprinkled with the ideal of reminiscence, quietly the stars are scarce, in this life, at this time, the heart is moving, tears are still few, Haoyue has no sunshine of love, but gives the sad cold wind, ask for the tears in the heart, accompanied by deliberate lovesickness.

The faint tears of flowers, the four seasons of leisure, the blooming time is still hovering the ups and downs of the heart, not changing because people come, not staying because people go, because of the appointment, because of the crossing, the sense of the appointment, the feeling of crossing, the feeling of knowing in the heart, the pouring out of the fragrance and charm of the gathering of you and me.

The aesthetic persistence depicts the beauty of the sky, because of the cycle of perception and looking at the end of the night, faintly, gently, cutting a piece of sorrow, gathering a piece of lovesickness, sprinkling tears of comfort, to comfort the warm parting, walking in the dreamless tune, because the meeting paragraph changed the shuttle of time.

The love of love is in the position of no fate, because the idea of meeting is drifting in the corner of the heart, bearing the destined end of the world, to accept gratitude, to bear the continuity. And the feeling of despair lingers in the sad picture engraved with the memories of this life, looking at the intermittent autumn wind, watching the clutch of life, the fate of the coincidence, changing the analysis of the spread, and adjusting the sharing of light makeup.

The chain mail with a sense came quietly, reaching the Tianchi of the heart, gathering the sketches of the charm, downplaying the hasty youth, all the moods, the ups and downs of a paragraph, standing and turning, retaining, stopping at the acacia, falling in the tears of the greeting said goodbye to all the past, ushered in the change of the heart, looking in the dream, missing the know, meeting a song of heart is inseparable.

The question and answer of thoughts circulates in the amorous corner, the spreading dust has become a sea, hurting fate, harming destined, the perceptual heart is quietly walking in the confused direction, I don't know when there is a truth, not waiting for geometry to understand the heart of the four seasons, and the gentle night rain wets the clothes around him, but can not wash away the drunkenness in his heart.

The bleak feeling bears the promise of the past, the sad tears dance the lovesick tune, the spreading paragraph is persistently written in my heart, accompanied by your heart, and the dynamic charm recalls the ruthless footsteps, sprinkled in the mortal dust that is difficult to stay in and once again raised the sail of the past.

The wind is dashing, the tears are quiet, the thoughts are faint, the thoughts are gentle, you once cast the wings of acacia for me, and now the heart lacks tears because of take-off, I rewrite the flight for this life, waiting for the flight of the next life, praying that the blessings in my heart will transform into your hope, may your destiny be in my heart, and may my mood reunite in the next life.

The heartfelt love knocks on the drunken perception, hits the ruthless destined, disappears and waits, uses the persistent time to gather the words of the outpouring and parting, do not change your heart because you go, do not change your mind because of us, because of the true feeling, the sadness, the thoughts are thousands, you have to wait for a thousand reincarnations, you have to seek, you have to find, you have to find a scene, wait for a life, a scene has no fate, and there are no regrets in this life.

Dancing the sail in my heart, the starting point is my encounter, the landing point is the lovesickness of tears, do not ask about the future, do not look for the time that has been deceived my heart, although there are countless lies told, but the fate that has become a fact can not continue to write you and me again.

Talk about a finger of the heart, swing the strings of lovesickness, but use your words to dance the frequencies that you have not heard. A period of soul gathering, a quiet and indifferent hope, guarding love, looking at knowledge, love falls in the heart, and knowledge is lost in dreams.

The bright sunshine is sprinkled beside you, which is because of my hope and for you to compose blessings and appointments, although waiting, although dreams, but waving into the desolation of life, it is difficult to tell the sense of the dynasty and dreams.

The drunkenness of this life is marked with the protection of the next life, and the desolate state of mind dilutes my view, reducing the corners of looking at each other, forgetting the happy moments, the slow mood, and the leisurely entries, all of which are helplessly portraying the sad footprints, and the unexplainable departure has been scattering the busy mood.

The gentle charm pierced my thoughts, and the words turned to the desolate autumn, drawing the sense of superiority, depicting the crisp tears, downplaying the hasty sorrow, the sunshine promised the oath, and wordlessly voting the departure of youth. Wrong to gather and disperse, the fate of clutching, did not enter the edge of destined, hid his heart, and crossed the cold.

Punishing the ignorant innocence, when the thoughts slowly weep, the thoughts will not be true, the teardrops of the heart can't understand your changes, the thin face is still smiling and busy in the sky you can't see, I guard the helpless no one, I look at the autumn tears and teardrops do not continue to wash out a better acacia.

The familiarity of the heart has fragile memories, the destining of pouring out fate without words, rewriting the picture of the past without tears, whether it is the agreement of meeting, or the spread of perception, the cycle of tears, the wandering of words, has been guarding the lovesickness, swinging the embankment of tears, quietly writing the myth of yesterday, and creating the sadness of today.

Tears hang forever in the sky of the cape, acacia composes the parting of the end of the world, the sky does not ask tears, the earth does not think, people come and go to the cool heart song, several people play the helpless, geometric understanding of the position of reminiscence.

My love is dyed on your shore, my tears fall on the heart that you have not reached, my dedication wanders in a position you can't see, and the vertical line of tears is the gathering and dispersion of this life, and the tactful encounter of words is a worrying and fragile question and answer of many sentiments.

The feelings of leisurely have silently become a kind of injury, the injury arises in the music, the harm is read in the dream, everything is destined to be the blessing of fate to compose a sunny dawn, not lost because of the evening, not cooled down by the years, and accompanied by thoughts, the shadow danced the song in the heart, and the heart talked about the melody of the light.

Without the sprinkling of the scenery, there is more time to worry, it is the feeling in the heart, it is the truth of the love next to the tears, the fate of the direction, is the hope of my blessing, written in the cape of the sky so that the evening time with you to get warm, written in the heart of the end of the world to let the warmth of the dawn accompany your journey.

Tiangang thunderclouds are covered with eight scenes, and the ancient heart and soul are two light boats.

Words and words are on the same path, and life and death are depressed and blurred.