Lovesickness is curved, night is connected to the bridge of heart, warm thoughts enter the desolation of the heart, portrayed on the edge of time, helpless confession is covered with tears and the description of knowing each other. The strings of longing arise on the road of the breeze, and the heart arises, you are not here, tears fall, and you will be in the future, and your thoughts are long and filled with feelings, but the moon is in vain but it is difficult to retain the fragility of the traces.

The beautiful night with awesome autumn wind is drunk in people's hearts, and is in lovesickness, floating on the rise and fall of the heart, rising and falling due to the times and falling, falling due to the scenery, people who rise and fall are a little drunk, a little tender and unjust fragrance, shining with the fragility of the wind direction, mixed with colorful helplessness, and the fading position draws beautiful brilliance.

The deep sadness and light makeup are written into the sad city of the heart. The gentle night falls by the warm side, soaring together in the company of the four seasons, gently knocking on the rise and fall of the door of the heart, the drunken position and the scenery change the destined direction, it is the feeling of love, the indulgence of love and the indulgence of love.

The ups and downs of the world, the songs of the mood are sketched, the leisurely strings accompany the riverside of longing, the lyrics are accompanied by the moon and the stars as supplemented, and the love like sunshine starts outside the deliberate heart. Listening to the passionate melody, but with a desolate waiting, waiting for a persistence, waiting for a collection.

The gentle people come and go, but your words don’t come, and the past things cannot be interpreted. The long riverside, the broken lovesickness is engraved in the end of the mood, but it cannot drift to the sky at the corner of the sea. Is the feelings of my heart not enough, or the tears of waiting are not true at all.

The lovesickness and love that is grasped by the floating shadows of the years is a bit aggrieved. It is a process of gloriousness but cannot write about the regrets of the present. Is it a maintenance of persistence or the freedom of the sun? The company of time disappears on the pessimistic road to encountering knowledge, and the prosperous experience cannot replace the love songs in my ears.

Drunk in the wind, drunk in the arms of longing, and caring for the sad words of superiority, is it another love or the intention of separation, the meaning of affection and true thoughts, and how many sorrows are mixed with tears of love. When you leave, look at the deeds, the night is filled with thoughts, and the curtains are broken, and the sound is silent, is it true that everything is clear, or is it destined to have no foundation for fate.

A tearful ups and downs brings sadness, falling on the bank of the heart, there is a sadness in the heart, a drop of feeling in front of you, but the heart has never looked at people, but it can make tears fall, and the thoughts never stop, but they always remember the lines of time.

My soul steps into your soul, your words are my robes, my tears have your story, the scenery in my hometown sets sail because of my heart, arose in the sad ends of the world, walking in the heart of the corner of the sea, and the things make me drunk, and crying very much. Who can understand the sad perception and the picture of no fate?

The sunshine in the rainbow world disappears on the edge of the heart without warm companionship. The staggered time makes my true perception in the corner of no fate, and the encounters are always wandering on the edge of traces. Time makes me fragile. Lovesickness writes sincere blessings, and I wish the center is not destined and the blessing is not part.

The gentle and gentle but helpless change the permeation of the mood. Is it impossible to let go or to leave, and walk in the sad wind to look for yesterday, but I can't find the tears of today. The gradually lovesickness interprets today's departure, but cannot continue the ending of the past.

The strings of missing sway the heart of tears, the game of encounter, the cold wind blows, the heart is drunk, the pursuit of missing, the real door that is unhappy, but there is no place for the heart by the marsh, the heart is hurt, the tears are falling due to people, the time when there is no fate, and it is destined to have no end in all scenery.

The tired longing, the intoxicating tears, the meeting of words cannot be seen, the warmth of longing cannot resist the boredom in my heart, and the scene of hurting feelings cannot be stopped. No one has ever told me about this expression. What I told me is the answer is the heart falling, and what I see is yesterday but not today's companionship.

The sad persistence passes through the thoughts in my heart, and the mortal world still writes of upright youth. Love will make you tired when you think about whom you cry, who she shed, and who she gave you.

The melody of lovesickness quietly carves out a sad picture, is it the position of the wound or the change of tears, and the heartache is like being unable to execute the world of time, similar changes, the turning of words swing in the unsightly direction. The wandering of deeds, everything is connected to the wrong navigation route, while the rising stubbornness spreads into memories.

The charming love mail tied up the tears of lovesickness and chose the vertical and horizontal lines of time, and my time cannot pass through the pictures of the past. All emotions and turns must absorb tears to spread the thoughts. The beginning of the world of the world cannot stop the confusion in the heart, and navigate the sad and sad heart.

Lies talk about the silent saying that parting is in the world without fate, the sense of reality is in the destiny of the mortal world, and the feeling of helplessness is not easily understood, is it the touch of the mind, or the feeling of longing that I keep talking and looking forward to the autumn, one step of thinking, no one knows it, step away, and don’t go to the sky to ask tears.

Time passes through my fingertips, and the desolation of love superimposed on the inner heart has been twirling in the sad scene, which is the pain of dedication and the real perception.

The vicissitudes of wind and rain are traveling around the ends of Haikou. The persistent waves hit the door of youth, which is a confession of charm, a clear and persistent mind, and still marking my departure in the vertical and horizontal lines of time, which is a real change, a false dedication, and all the first manifestation fades in the Chinese New Year, soaring in the colorful light.

The quiet flowers fall happily, the faint joys and sorrows, and the portrayal of time creates the foundation of the heart, waiting for the expectations and separations in the sky, the differentiated brilliance changes in the corners of failure and fate, and the change disappears by the helpless side. It is the passing of time that describes the years and the confession expressed in the other tours of light.

The monochrome years, the familiar melody, the fragrance is the generosity that is on the shore of the embankment, the permeable brilliance walks in the sky at the corner, depicting the future scene, and the transformation of the heart is the vertical and horizontal lines given by time, and some of the bumps are slowly embracing, slowly turning to the mortal world in the world.

Patient farewell is the fate of love, is the destined beauty, or the brilliance of emotion, and the sunshine in the heart is in front of the eyes, the tears of time, the congratulations are approaching, the lonely look away from other people, the words are heart-wrenching and thinking about the years, the tears fall from the people, all the mistakes that are held, the feeling of being unable to hold on, still quietly open the heart and knock on the floor of thoughts.

I regret the truth, and the faith is coming. Looking north at the autumn soul, the person who has not returned, and the things are coming, but tears are touching and intoxicating. The years are full of years, and I have a lot of intoxication. The mail without a password, no cumbersome combination, it is a piece of tears, and it is a bondage of feelings. Some confused souls are inseparable during the day, and the third day has not returned, and the fifth day is still with me.

How many people are crazy about the road? Looking north at the autumn tears, how many people miss each other. The years are still walking in the running of time, and the tears at midnight are people's hearts. How many losses change the confusion of souls. It is true or false. The wrong words of emotion are positioned in the connection of confusion. Yes, the flying of the wrong ones rises from the heart and falls from the tears.

The words of dreams are connected with the remembrance of love, the separation of feelings, the intoxicated questioning, the intoxicated tears in the dream, the intimate questioning in the world, the tears are soundless, the questioning is silent, the sound is unclear, the sound is unclear, the thought is quietly attached to the corner of love, and the fixed position circulates the law of execution, the law starts at dawn, and the night is in the dark.
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