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Goodbye Perfume Bridge

Leaving the ancient city of the past, looking for yesterday's poppy, the story of the bell ringing in the wind, is the story of the past and the present. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info enduring, new, around the heart.

The perfume bridge is covered with the scents of yesterday. Searching and searching, only to find that everything has become a thing of the past. He is not the same person he was a thousand years ago, the depths of the sea, crying affectionately, turning in a moment. I waited and boiled my head, but I kept crying about the dreams I had had. In the blink of an eye, I saw his indifferent eyes, his cold hands holding my hands tightly, and a cold feeling hit my heart in an instant. He is not the sea god that fascinated me at the beginning, perhaps, it is not him at all. And that thousand-year-old emotion lingers in my heart.

The tree was still swaying in the wind. Its mournful scream in the wind seemed to be waiting for someone to come. The stories it tells in the wind come one by one. The wind patiently listened to his whispering in the wind—whining—and chirping.

The beautiful sunset dyed half of the sky red, and sprinkled the earth with gold. When the world of smoke is just beginning in this spring, only a few wisps of green and tender are cute and crawling all over the feet. His hand rested on a cold, white stone pillar. Sigh that people are in the world, and the wind and rain are over. When did I take away the dreams that you and I once had. The unrelieved emotion was intertwined in the rain of the night. The wind is still sending the north and south winds, and I am still the same as the small river near and the green mountains in the distance. Surrounded by me, there are too many scoundrels in the world from the outside, and I can still only sing that childhood ballad, which my mother left me the most. In the midst of the world, I keep reminiscing. Just one imitation has taken me through this long and long life path.

Quietly return to the original perfume bridge. I chewed on the beauty of the past, and how much I was moved in the aftertaste. A special flame burning in the sky. The flaming red lips kissed goodbye to the passion that burned in the chest. So, tears poured out of his clothes. A blue dream glow flashed.

Yun knows that there are a few sweets and a few bitters in my heart.

The glamorous waiting tells the nail bells in the wind.

You are like nectar dripping into my bosom.

The bitterness of the bitterness flooded my mouth,

A wave of the sleeve will not take away yesterday's dreams.

That walked by, passed by mellow.

Just this touch,

A smile stirred up in the corner of his eye.

The one who travels far away,

Once upon a time came back.

My heart is still only for you to come to my arms again,

The morning glow in the distance,

The Hong beside him chirped again,

Take me to my dreams –

He, when will he be able to come back. These years there is only a sense of solitude. The love of the perfume bridge around me turned into rain and dew and fell sweetly on this fragrant grass in my heart.

At this moment, a kind of silk wool poured into my heart, and I couldn't hold the emotion of many years with trembling hands. The sunset is telling me something. The sky where the white bird flies over becomes particularly wide, and the emotions that follow closely together, at this moment, the smoke is like silk, the breeze is passing by, who is singing softly. The love in my heart, in the sky flying into the distance, can't take away my endless thoughts of the green mountains in the green mountains, and can't wipe out my heart. At this time, I am flying, and I want to go back to the era of innocence. At the moment of parting with the perfume bridge, tears flowed down, and finally a drop couldn't help but escape from my eyes, and the red emotions between the breaths were intertwined in my dreams of yesterday. Those things that seem to be there are not things that are love. All the good things were left in the past, in that indelible era, in that youthful years, in that unknown past. However, the smoke of the past is just my passerby tomorrow. Later, it became an indispensable note in my life—the note of life. Wonderful, beautiful, poignant, passionate......

The world is bleak, and some things are beyond your control. The red rope of fate invisibly pulls the men and women of the world, and I want to let me kiss you again on the perfume bridge that I have been away for a long time! My love is with you by your side. A handful of incense well soil lingered in my heart. Your fragrance lingers in my heart. Warm and warm, or present, or ——。