The north wind complains, leaving the autumn, the fall of the heart of the geometry perceives the future of you, when the years go, I am sad, when the red dust farewell, my heart tears, geometry can see the true love, the ghost is categorically late, how to know the summer without looking at the autumn, look at the obsessive moon, wait for the stars, the stars go and the moon leaves, people look north, the moon rises, the stars do not come, when to change the desolation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fanchen's exclamation is flaunted next to the sorrow in his heart, dripping with prosperous beauty, downplaying intoxicating love, the superposition of the rainbow hovering in the direction of love, the fragrant charm has the tactfulness of thoughts, looking for his own foothold under the moon shadow of the lotus pond, asking farewell, feeling in the words of the meeting.

If there is no more, spring comes to tears, warm in your heart, feeling in my heart, autumn and other infatuated heart road, summer hope butterfly language, heart and other reunions are no longer met, tears and other lovesickness into dreams, winter and other bleak cities, love does not distinguish between true and false, love does not wait to meet, real people in the dream are fake and affectionate, love is not forgotten in the awakening.

The love in the palm of the hand holds a warm sadness, a love line is broken in the corner of the heart, a sense of fate floats in the direction I can't reach, the traces are portrayed in the sad wind, and the intention is to float in the incomprehensible autumn, scatter my lovesick carvings, and fall my underwriting of the red dust of this world.

The fragrance of perception is emanating in the west mountain of dreams, the sunset does not change for this, the truth does not fall for this, the light of the sun, the thirteen strings, the sound is not satisfied, the tears are dyed, the song is not finished, people wait for the autumn, when the window of light has not been opened for sadness, it is impossible to let the tears compose the real for us.

Worried thoughts drifted into the city of my dreams, the warmth of the sunshine under the warm guard, shining on the myth in my heart, the tears that belonged to the voice on the way changed the dream of the clouds, let the love of the chain mail dye in the north of the red dust, let the feeling in the heart of the cape of the sky.

People return to drink alone, people share their own thoughts, people cry alone, when they feel true, gather deeply, all the time into the corner of the heart, there is a picture that belongs to you, there is a sense of desolation in the heart, there is no creation of the deserted city, there is no lovesickness waiting, there is no tears to tell can not wait for the interpretation of lovesickness.

A faint feeling of nurturing the heart, a tactful charm, portraying a fresh picture, depicting my lovesickness in drunken love, writing my taste in a dream of tears, a sense of sadness falling at the end of the world, a rhyme of marks with a black and white interpretation walking in my mythical love building, lightening the fragrance and redrawing love, the words are dyed in lovesickness, and tears are falling in the mortal dust.

The loneliness of tears, swimming in the long river of history, is really my heart, the fake inside, is my lovesickness, my tears turn into rain, you can't experience the warm questions and answers, when my heart is transformed, you can't feel the blessing of time, my go, you can't see the scene, etc.

Gently and freely wandering under the fragrant nocturne, accompanied by the soul strings of love, pulling the warm red dust, sprinkling the sun-like beauty, quietly visiting, faintly appreciating the companionship that belongs to the four seasons, the comfortable warmth has a similar taste, and the foot of the rainbow line has been warm and rhymed with the emotion of the heart.

The water in the heart, burned in the helpless youth, when the night is in the future, the lovesickness will not gather, the words will not gather, the heart is difficult to chase, what is the go, is the heart to stay, there is a lonely sorrow, the musical instrument is dyed in the heart, can not see the end, looking at the cold words, speaking warm sentences, but can not experience the heart of the giving.

The indifferent fragrance tactfully turns the mood by the river, the long road, the floating in the heart, the drifting of thoughts, standing in a warm position, guarding the message of hope, sending blessings to the end of the world in the heart, expressing the desire on the embankment of the cape, letting the dream fly with the wind, and letting the tears write the sorrow and reunion of the red dust.

The miserable rain is so beautiful, the light heart is so cold, it is clear that the swallows are flying, but the mood is drunk, but the night when it comes has never heard the wandering of the sound, the inner movement comforts the former thoughts, when the lovesickness walks away, tears confess, what else can tell the movement of the heart, I don't see it in the dream, the heart is hard to speak, the words are not curved, and the tears make sounds.

The momentary tactful lovesickness flows with the specimen of love, burning in the heart of the world, there is a beautiful sunshine warm on the edge of the years, watching the heart cry, do not ask how many times you miss it, look at the heart door to be broken, but know the heart dust, the tactful heart dust is portrayed in the mood of sadness and desolate and lonely sailing.

The indifferent white clouds are not in the heart, but they do not sing, there is a sound and a sense of heart, there is love and tears, is the red dust of the years dyed, or the tears in the dream are in the spring, the clothes in the eyes can not cover the farewell of the heart, the feelings in the heart can not feel goodbye to the desolation of walking, when the deserted city changes, the mood burns, and all the warmth can not go into the heart, because of the existence of traces.

The desolate snow scene dyes the traces of my heart, there is a beautiful warmth, there is a drunken love, the wind blows in the city, the night falls in the heart, the love is destined to be separated, when the wrong corner of the word is lost burns the love city of the heart, there is a beautiful memory but the edge of time.

Fishing the shadow of the mood, I can't find the destinedness in the distance, I feel goodbye to the deeds, I say that I have no chance, but a few people on the side of the bank, I can't see the destinedness in my heart, and the real perception is composed.

The voice of worry tactfully in the fragrant heart, eager for the carving of the dream, accompanied by a piece of residual leaves, tactfully in the time of the tour, is the fate of love in the promise side, is destined to be in the heart can not reach the warm distance, see the four seasons crying, the heart is speechless to go, pry open the door of thought, burning inexhaustible perception.

Words into the present and ancient changes, things go to the heart of the field into tears, a few people look, the person is clear, the fragile traces walk on the road in the direction, there are drunk, lovesick tears, there are dreams, the scars are true, the chain mail of love buckles the door of the heart, the truth of love has been around the sad and indignant thoughts, acting true, really into the heart, acting fake, fake lovesickness when the real feeling.

Look down on a person drunk, for the autumn year, the promised farewell browses the fragrant tunes, walks in the accompaniment of words, looks at the four seasons and wanders, looks at the autumn wind and breaks the soul, the sadness in the heart draws off the warmth of the four seasons, the warm hope is lost in the fate of the destined fate, and some feel that it is difficult to settle in the hearts of others, and it is difficult to compose their own tunes.

Shake the strings in my heart, swing the piano of missing, walk in the position of acacia, look at the desolation of my heart, wait for the fate of no fate, compose my own world, when the prosperity is over, the face fades, who is my heart moving, what do I think of tears, feeling warm by my side, thanking the perception of the four seasons, remembering the parting of the year, with the gift of the heart.

Talking about a love song in a deserted city, the interpretation of love farewell is the wrong soul, it is the tears of the cold autumn that turn into a deviated heart, when the comic-like position is written with tears of lovesickness, carved out of the fragility of thoughts, a feeling with a real taste, there is a staggered corner of the sky cycle in the dream of the end of the world.