The remnants of the clouds are broken into the wind and the moon,

Tears poured out and the love was drunk. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feeling the way of thinking about the scene and talking about the wound,

Loss of perception when really urging.

The tenderness is hard, the freedom of lies, the senseless struggle, is it the intoxicating single dream, or the absolute cycle of infatuation in the sad autumn season, let the heart in the wind be pessimistic, let the hope in the mind flick the teardrops of thoughts, it is the wind so hard, it is the dream so drifting, and the simple distance is the speed of the heart, walking on the edge of the sea, looking at the mood on the road, and looking at the sweat on the back.

Tears poured out, heart sorrow, gentle presumptuousness, gathered on the road of love, sprinkled with sun-like protection, is the bright sea glow rising in the heart, or the dream is so hard, but ruthlessly marked the layout of lovesickness.

Love is so drunk, love is so hurtful, the drunk heart is beating the frequency of thoughts, and describes the evening breeze of thoughts, is the scene of the bones, or the taste of the mood, a taste of perception, walking around the destined, expressing the fate of the longing, the tears floating, Ren is a strong wind to hide, or the rain is gathered, the scattering is the lovesick scene, looking back on the remembrance door.

A dream and love, a thought of the world, the gift of tears is the remnant of the heart, the sunset of the thought is the desolation of the night, how beautiful and silent, how glorious and brilliant, the light is sprinkled in the depths of the heart, burying the bleak desolation, talking about a song that no one has, talking about a sadness that does not belong to oneself, the picture of perception is so speechless, and the state of mind is so lovesick.

Sad heart, tear-stained dreams, gathering rain and acacia to reminisce about the scene, looking at the autumn wind and short clouds, looking at the drunken scars, whether it is speechless, or looking back and difficult to recall, looking at a picture of tears and rain, and how tempting the taste of the layout is, and the desolation of the wounded city sends out warm and affectionate broken bones, broken truth, touched dreams, how many lovesickness can have fate, and how many tears in exchange for a share.

It is a dream to walk through the gate of heaven, it is the heart of the suburbs of the city, out of a desolation, but it is difficult to get out of the traces in the heart, the tears are gone, the lovesickness is floating, and the memories of their own past, but also the taste of the cycle dream, so magical, and the future in the heart, this belongs to the heart of the drunk, let the tears of the lovesickness, let the dream change and the taste of the cycle of thoughts.

The crisp charm blooms in the gentleness of the season, and the pessimistic letting go of the splendor, the taste of the scene, the inquiry of circulating tears, whether it is the heart perception of walking, or the lovesickness that is lost, whether the wind is walking the heart, or the snow dyeing love, how much love is so simple, but in the pouring out of time, it is simple to come, and the hurried to walk under the cycle of time without a shadow, and many times ruthless.

Feeling the beauty in my heart, asking the evening breeze of thoughts, the person who walks in my heart, is the fate of the fate is not destined, or the end of the world that yearns for is originally my own picture, that is a light, sprinkled in the heart and lovesick, marked in the distance and looking at each other.

The pouring out in the heart, the tenderness in the tears, is the fragility of perception, the traces of dreams, and the confession is in the season when you dare not ask, a multiple love floats under the teardrops of thoughts, asking the smile of the picture, pouring out the love in the people, is it so simple for people to go, or the gathering of words is less than the lovesick tribe, one asks, asks the heart, tears go away, two asks, ask people, people are in the heart, and the heart is in the distance.

The good in the heart, such love, briefly describes the question and answer of the thoughts, and marks the frequency in the heart, whether it is the melody of tears, or the cloud wings of dreams, let go of the teardrops in the heart, walk in the layout of acacia, a perceptual picture, how much love gathers, how many dreams go ruthlessly, the traces of falling, but it is fragile to open the tiredness of the heart, and generous condolences to the memories in the heart.

Look, the tears in the wind, so cautious and flavorful, etc., the acacia in the thought, simple and accompanied, accompanied by the traces in the heart, with the question and answer of the rain of tears, is a dream, rises and falls in the heart, is tears, floating in the thought, a dream that belongs to the heart, a lovesickness that belongs to others, and the farewell of tears is the gift of life.

The gift of life, the destination of love, the thoughts in the heart, the taste of tears, how many dreams of tenderness, how many truths of a thought, circulating the current look, looking at the desolation in the heart, guarding the memories of muttering and forgetting, how many drunken dreams of the building superimposed the four levels in the heart, but unable to warm the already cold mood.

The love in the heart composes the lovesickness for the heart, the heart puts down the teardrops of the melody for the tears, walks in the hopeless season, a perceived sorrow, how sad and clear, so intoxicated in the hometown of missing, a city of love is irrigated to the end of the world, a weather is difficult to get the appointment that once been, and a cliff mouth can not see the happiness of the future.

A tear of the meeting, walking in the door of the cliff of lovesickness, seeing that the love in the heart is still walking, the person in the heart is no longer going, is the tears in the heart is not enough, or the lovesickness in the mind is insufficient, all the farewell, can not be told in the language of life, can only cycle the current layout and go to the lovesickness of the evening scene to fall into drunken tears.

There is a love in the heart, there are tears in the mind, love is a dream of meeting, the heart is the teardrop of the thought gathering, looking at the love in the heart, asking the lovesickness before the tears, how much is waiting for each other, how much parting is a trace, is the ruthlessness of the wind, or the haggard of the thought, a sense of helplessness and rushing on the road of looking at each other.

Walking in the heart of tears and thoughts, looking at the road dreams of love, the worldly wind is so helpless, the red dust is so weak, is the position of the busy tears in a hurry, or the dream quietly expresses the destined lovesickness, a journey, a memory, the thoughts that can't be chased, the time that is difficult to stay, let the scenery accompany the heart, let the time with the tears.

A gentle and free, a frequency of reminiscence, walking in the heart of the bone, floating a ruthless cycle, but destined to the love in the heart, expressing the appointment in the mind, the appointment is so intoxicating, the parting is so cold, and a heart, a mind, the heart is lovesick, the heart is tears.

Wind and moon without a trace of the remnant of the dream hook. Acacia parted from the heart, the tears fell into the red dust, the wind sprinkled warmth and cold, the road to the broken clouds was difficult to achieve, and the tears of thought were asked, and it was difficult to dye the Qiankun feelings.

Flick the tears to look at the scene, look at each other intoxicated, dream about Hongchendu and think, and the cliff mouth mark door is about a cold.