Cut off the heart marks, cut off the tear stains, the haggard face flows with heartbeat tears, the fragrance of dreams, the intoxication of the heart, the circulating city, consolidated at the end of the world, a gloomy stay, the affection that flows, the death that can't come to the retinue, such trust, simple steps, let the tears of the heart roll up the scar drunk, and the lovesick strings that fluctuate in the thought. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info rain to do lovesickness, to read to do sadness, to paint a sorrow, cut the residual dreams of constant thoughts, reading belongs to the persistence of tears, a faint but jasmine fragrance of flowers burns the tears on the face, that persistent picture, can not paint the scene of the past, dye can not appear in the expression of the heart, some fragrant respect melody temptation charm, woven in the sleepy city of tears, staggered dreams, bits and pieces of traces are difficult to express the wind and moon without makeup.

Whenever the heart is in tears, whenever the tears are haggard, whose sadness is the scenery on the face, such a parting, leaving the ruthless ending, is it distressed, or is it experiencing the taste of heartache, and there is a confession that is not spoken, the intermittent tears begin to rush, such a painting axis, such grief, who can see the sad appointment, who can understand the flowers of forgiveness, take time to soothe the street in the heart, but can not replace the once cowardly language.

The heart says that the tears are leaving, the dream says that the thoughts are not left, the love has not yet been spoken, the scars of evolution knock on the traces of the expired, burning the destined fate, the slowly dyed heart door walks away a longitudinal and horizontal flower of time, but there is no sustenance of the soul, slowly roll up their own gathering and scattering, as if they have lost too many dreams, the traces of the heart, the loss of tears, the fragility of the fragrance, or the haggard of the face, a wash of the past, in the dream of the future, what I see is tears, and what I can't see is the waiting that can't heal the traces in my heart.

Tears open the words in front of you, stirring up a wonderful beauty, but how many scenery you have parted to, such a feeling draws a warm word card, bearing the backbone of the heart, supporting the cape of longing, reinforcing the splendor of the dream, a juicy beauty, splashing lovesick flowers, the portrayal of the other heart, can not draw the warmth of the two people in the future, and the cry of the heart, shouting can not be tomorrow in the future, looking at the evening sunset tears, drunk to write the scene when waking up tears.

The fragrance of progress, some parting, the interweaving of traces, the warmth and coldness of the thoughts, a beauty, cut short and happy to belong to oneself, a sorrow, farewell to the season of flowers, the suspended rain and dew, is for a tear condensed lovesickness, muttering, painting the heart, painting the heart, not painting the reading in the heart, polite, but unable to experience the dripping of the past, this, that, are all the hesitation in the heart, but a little desolate and involved in the dream to draw the drench.

Quietly looking, slowly appreciating, reading a lot of tears of sadness, Xu Fenfang, reading the city wall, a lot of hatred has been resolutely sad floating heart, such a trace is the hope of tears, or the sea oath has never had the promise of the mountain alliance, or the promise has no destined fate at all, such a fate, the share of the next life, the destiny of this life, are all paintings of the heart, and you can't die another heart that does not belong to you.

The thoughts are warm and sad, the heart has lost the chain mail of love, some clear endings have become a foregone conclusion, the gloomy flowers will not bloom again in the youth of youth, the changeable words are difficult to repeat the former stage, tears, haggard, dreams are still, hearts rise and fall, such desolate traces knock on this heart that is difficult to reach the shore, the expression of broken hearts, the return of the cape, this side has sent dreams, but there has been planted the sadness of tears.

Seeing the face of tears, such a look back is the expectation of meeting, but there is no lonely strange scene to meet sadness, the words are still there, and the dream is still gathered, but that kind of language, it is difficult to find the heart that once met, once met, and then meet, do not meet on the road, the clouds on the edge of the sky have been placed in the heart, and the rain on the edge of the clouds has been expressed to the heart, but now the scenery, the heart on the opposite side, has become a brave forward.

The unspeakable crying of the heart is dripping with poignancy, the indifferent fragility beats the thoughts of Shen Yun, the warm tears can't take away the cold sadness, the sadness of reading thoughts, the poignant dripping, but can't dye the distant heart, this is the wall of reading, but it needs the irrigation of this life, it is the heart, it is written with traces, it is a dream, it is expressed with tears, it is a covenant, it is blessed with waiting, it is a period, and it is escorted with the companionship of guarding the past.

Hui Ran's tour dreams of the journey of longing, vividly described, walking in the intoxicating sadness, gloomy infatuation, so stubborn, simple is to write, just like this residual dream evokes the struggle of the strings, reading the right world, rushing to the hard-to-reach coast, slowly watching the rotation of the seagulls, the frequency of thoughts, so that the rise of the mind, step by step, the memory of the carved scene, around the years of contention, gorgeous incineration of the traces in the heart.

The heart is full of tears, with mourning in the eyes, and the sadness floats in the drunkenness, drawing the rain, which is the season of thought, the flying agreement, in the song of change of time, a piece of fragrance drunk in gorgeous sadness, clear beauty, indifferent words, leisurely falling on the boundary of the wound, a lot of tenderness, can not be wiped away, can not be separated from the cold of thoughts, the heart is a lifetime of death, the door of the mind is a lifetime of dreams, such love, the drunkenness of romance, the look back of infatuation, how many categorically carved bones cut the haggard face, the traces of loss can not express the inner indifference。

The heart has washed away the tears, the thought has fallen love, such a love can't help it, the dream is cruel, the tears can't be played with the strings of the heart, the reading that belongs to the heart, seeing the fragrance of tears, can't express the loss of the oath, the look back that accepted the promise, it is difficult to express the soul to give, the love is still the tear, the thought is still the door that turns, the heart goes, the person who asks in tears, can't warm this waiting heart, can't cool the former thoughts.

You said that there is a sequel, but the mood is strong, waiting for the light that still holds tears, the heart is squandering, the tears are broken, the love is a broken dream, the feeling is the death of the thought, it is a dream Xu Yuan, it is drunk and has fallen, the tears are sung in the rain, the thoughts dance and the heart is flustered, sad alone, the heart is desolate, there is no fragrance, but there is a one-step natural cycle in front of the direction.

Acacia is deep, meet for a lifetime, the shore is difficult to see in the heart, every time in the autumn does not appear, the bottom of the heart slides, spend the thoughts of this life, can not read a word of goodbye, is the fragility of the time or the existing fixed commitment, read the once difficult to express, see the future difficult to meet, this reading of the heart, do not see the heart but see, do not read the dream but about the appointment, is the confession of the scar or the scar, is the appointment or the look back of the tears, the heart has been drunk, everything is no longer important.

The heart pulls the acacia embankment, the city wall that remembers the meeting and confesses in the tears, the handrail wipes the look back of the face, the road drips with the stamens that come and go, knocking on the love of the season, can't take away the feeling of the dream, draw the scroll of the oath, but can't experience the smile at that time, such a heart looking back, such a dream staying, what is the mountain league in the heart, the teardrops are not the sea dream in the mind, reading the promise but not letting the oath have a destined fate.