The scars of the lover, so beautiful and hurtful, the emotions of sadness are always so around, the heart will be drunk, the dream of the covenant is so haggard, the simple beauty, how beautiful and the soul has disappeared, the one who should go falls into the lovesickness and leaves the heart in the evening, and the tears that should come accompany the dawn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The warm tiredness in the heart, how many teardrops and how many traces, so eternal there is a knowing melody, if it is really so rhymed, but also count the scars in the heart, the heart does not ask the rhythm of the teardrops, but the thoughts answer the previous meeting, is the tears far away, or the lovesickness of the mind is so intimate, so that the dream is like a dream, how much love wanders into the rain.

The feeling that belongs to my heart, walking so warmly, but I can't reduce the traces in my heart, it is beautiful, but there are tears in my dreams, it is cruel, but there is a lovesick layout, what a ecstasy, walking on the edge of time, let me cry like rain, let me read the next life, shout the name in my heart, but I can't get the yearning in my heart, and I recognize the endgame of the past.

A heart, a tear, Acacia walks in the layout of the words, writes down the beautiful guard, is to pay the tears to wash away the dream of the meeting, each cycle of words, simple questions and answers, are in the heart of the walk, are thinking of the side of the swim, go Acacia to the dream, look at the words in the heart, but can not link the deeds, if the tears are broken, the lovesickness is not hard, what else is worth asking.

That cold heart, intermittent lyrics, how much time to accumulate your and my thoughts, how many evening scenes accompanied by my lovesickness to find the myth that belongs to my heart, a simple farewell, has become an attachment at this time, although the thoughts are a sadness, the tears of feeling, if people are waiting for the next life, if they are asking the past and the present, but they can only count the traces in their hearts, the hearts that cross their thoughts, and the down-and-out sound can not be found.

Listen to the lovesickness of thoughts, describe the drunkenness of the bones, the tears to respond, the lovesickness to answer, is the dream so warm, is really so sad, the fragile heart, the simple pace, how far away, never to see again, the lovesickness to come, the tears to see, and the heart is so drunk, the drunk heart is weak, the tears of the dream are expected to meet.

Thinking, waiting, invisible, the words go so simply, the lovesickness comes so cold, although the frequency of thoughts is so cruel, and how hurtful it is to wait, looking at the familiar street, can't wait for the words that have been met, is the vicissitudes of life changing, or the heart has not been looking for it, the changed heart can not find the former position, the tears found, can not hide the lovesick past.

Listening to the frequency of the soul, the emotions that surround the thoughts, the simple scars give acacia, the warmth of the traces, warm the tears that do not belong to you, and wait for the afterlife that is waiting, ask and that feeling to walk in the vertical and horizontal line of time, accompanied by the tribe that gathers sadness, walk in the cold time, and use an unforgettable mood to understand the tomorrow that does not belong to you.

I want to say, I can't imagine that lovesickness is so hurtful, I can't say the warmth of tears, is it that people's thoughts are changing, or that touching people have been asking questions, things that have been floating in my heart, and I have been shouting to skip the meeting in my dream, it is the road that is so touching, it is so difficult for people to get together, that, that, the feeling of having lost, the injury that cannot be lost, just because the mood is no longer calm.

A truth, feeling so hurt under the thought, a dream, about washing the face without tears, a wound, etc., the intoxicating hurt the soul, a tear, so clear, like a drop of blood falling from the heart, a covenant, read in the silent self-promise, but because of the autumn soul breaking order, a gentle intermittent dream, there are traces that are difficult to explain.

How cold is the yearning, how many tears are now, the simple heart has been superimposed with the innocence that is difficult to recall, and looking at the sound, looking into the tears, the lovesickness that can't be grasped, the meeting that can't be recognized, it is the time that gives the lovesickness in the morning, the teardrops in the evening, but it does not give the reunion of the heart, the truth, the heart, the feeling, the heart.

The coldness of waiting, the inability to balance, the longing thoughts can not be eternal, the innocence in the heart has a choice that is difficult to chase, looking at the brave gathering, now can only be in the familiar time, answering questions and answers about the yearning, walking in the vertical and horizontal line of words and time, tears are the dream of that feeling, about the start of jumping.

Slowly whispering, there are tears in the broken heart, the vows made, the scars that have passed, how true the future is, how true the future is, there are geometric encounters in the dream, sometimes the heart is sealed, sometimes the lovesickness, but with the frequency of the heartbeat to accompany the song, playing a sad tune, it is a teardrop of knowledge, walking in the unforgettable season, there is a difficult to chase the present reunion.

Walking in the beautiful morning, thinking about the tears in the evening, how much sorrow is happy because of this, looking at the simple and beautiful transience, thinking about the current lovesickness, waiting for the season that belongs to the heart, yearning for the familiar street, walking in the intermittent wind and rain, seeing the shadow, but not seeing the scars in the heart, a simple smile, whether to wipe the scars in the heart.

Holding acacia in his left hand, holding tears in his right hand, looking at it at a glance, while seeing the meeting in the dream, while perceiving the scars in his heart, hearing the silent breaking of the soul, picking up is the season of sadness, it is a promise that he will not be able to find the company that belongs to his heart, and it is a lie that he cannot find the meeting in his dream.

The truth given, the fake lost in the heart, is it the brave gathering and dispersion, or the cowardly suffering, the cruelty that is difficult to complete, it cannot be deduced, and it will not be eternal, how difficult it is to chase tears, how much regret there is in the heart, simple silence, but let the traces in the heart accumulate the time of thoughts, walk in the time that is difficult to wait, and depict the dawn that is difficult to guard.

The heart is drunk, tears are drooping, why every time the lovesickness is so simple, walking in front of you, but can not warm the cold in the heart, if the tears can make the heart of the sky feel the taste of lovesickness, such a confession may be waiting in this life, a promise, wandering in the prickly heart, the feelings of paying, marked in the vertical and horizontal lines of time.

Slow thoughts beat the season that is difficult to chase, whether it is powerless, or no oath, walking in the lake that cannot be promised, how many tears and how much drunk, a lovesickness is very bitter, waking up drunk in a dream, swallowing marks in the morning and then sad, intermittent tears yearning for words, it is difficult to stack a dream of people in the sea.

Two lines of tears in the heart, half a trace of lovesickness, half a sadness with this life, when the words reunite, when the time turns again, the lovesickness will disperse, the tears will stop, and the frequency of the heartbeat is to fight for the waiting of this life, if there is a day, the heart is not beating, the lovesickness is not fate, the tears are not partial, then wait for another life to meet.

The traces of dripping lovesickness and heartache, counting the falling seasons, counting the coldness in the heart, shouting out the frequency in the heart, it is difficult to tell the warmth of the thoughts, you can only use tears to accompany the yearning of lovesickness, superimpose the picture of perception, cut through the chase of this world, it is difficult to express your heart, let the evening breeze of time come, take away the lovesickness I gave you.