I see the clouds floating in the painting dream, seductive and intoxicated and joyful, and the heart is calm and affectionate for thousands of years. The quick way of the heart is to walk on the warm and cold road. When you walk that night, love remains, and when people leave, you feel it. The mistake in the dream keeps burning the tears of the years. Is it the mail of the floating clouds condolences, or the saying goodbye has been circulating and sending each other.

The melody is far away from the city in my heart, the faint mood, the quiet picture is the light of love, the truth of love, the fragrance of fallen leaves is unknown, the words are given to each other, the song of love, the slowly thoughts burn the intoxication of the heart, let love be broken on the edge of tears, let feeling in the tribe of lovesickness, the ending separation cannot gather and disperse the inner gracefulness.

The sad world is free and free from the autumn wind like the moon. The moon is bent and the moon is full of tears. Things are intoxicating and tired. Words are sad. The cool sunset at night will not appear in my heart. The beautiful lovesickness of the night cannot portray the confession of tears. Let the parting burn out, and the tears are destined. All fate is in the heart, in the truth, and eternal love will never be seen.

The faint fragrance rhythm in the city of love has slid down the distant and long seasons, circulating in the drifting road, thousands of fates have a sense of separation in the daytime, and I know that I have a confession in my previous dreams, and the leisurely long river has passed through the warm stairs and gradually rewritten the myth in my heart.

The long song does not meet others, the song is broken in the heart, the heart is shed tears for a long time, when the door of longing burns the years of you and me, you are in my heart, I am in the sky that you have not reached, the jasper-like face opens my journey, but I cannot tell you on the road, reciting the tune you gave, looking at the songs composed by my heart, everything is destined, no fate on one side, when you are destined, I am destined to feel sad.

The sound of meeting is different from the perceived dream road, and the route under the painting has the gathering and separation of fate. When words are given away and deeds are accompanied by deeds, some melodious melody depicts beautiful and wonderful pictures, things are shedding tears in the heart, feeling is the wounded in the picture, the fragility of the traces has the illusion of fragrance, and wandering in the temptation of wandering.

Li Yan who cannot get the fallen leaves, cannot see the description of the heart, it is the trees in the depths surrounding you, the words in the heart illuminate you, it is the real feeling on your road, when the world is burning out, when the night is gone, I set sail, walk on the road you give, write hope for you, express the taste of blessings, and say goodbye to you in a warm and dull world.

The heart of autumn is intoxicated by the lonely city at the end of the world, and the winter of lies has been urging to find the songs in the heart, but it cannot turn around the world of love to circulate the taste of love. When the tears are questioned, the seasons of tears have disappeared in the fragrance of the heart buried in the tears. The drunkenness of writing makes people start fragile and gentle in the thin direction.

Follow the clouds, the shadows are drunk and wandering, and the shadows of the moon appear again. You and my words cannot be spoken. The moon shadows wander in the drunken scenery and longing for the moon. Time breaks through the sky in the heart, and fragile thoughts burn the past steps. You leave, I haven't arrived. You come, I can't wait. Is it the time wrong, or is it that you and I don't know that the part of the door of your heart is in the destined corner.

I missed many years of tears. I missed my lovesickness, not deep tears, and I still have the dream of breaking away from me. I send it to my heart without anyone watching me. I don’t ask myself on the road. I send you tears to others. I have anything worth asking you. I have the current self, ask you to wash your tears, answer the scenery and feel the heart. The burning memories gathered and burned in the sad corner. There is a sense of farewell.

The acquaintance across the mountains, the lovesickness that is close at hand, the warmth of the heart falls in tears from the world for the blessings, everything will never return, the unchanging step by step, when I walk, the lovesickness is in my mind, when I stop, the tears are heard, time enters my heart, and cannot perceive your destiny, and the anxious voice asks things but misses the words of the past.

There are all things to say, tears are farewell to the city, feeling in the heart and dreams, knowing that they are gathered in the present day. The heart that is let go, the tears lost, the yesterday that has been lost, what else can tell the graceful portrayal of the heart? A piece of wound, a feeling, sadness falls before the feeling, feeling sheds tears under the sorrow, and the tears fall together, and the taste of lovesickness gathers, and the depiction of the world.

I don't see two things, my mood is drunk and hurt, my marks are busy in front of tears, my heart is asking in the rain, whether the mind is long or the dream is far away, fate is destined to be gentle again, and the emotions cannot sense the waiting in my heart. When you are there, I have no feelings, and when I go, I cry, and I have been circulating in the street crossing, asking about the changes in my heart, thinking about the changes in my heart.

The melodious thoughts in the silent moment are written in the gathering and dispersion of the night. There is a blessing belonging to the sun, not in the heart, not in the feeling, but in the company of your road, when my heart turns into blessings, when my tears turn into hope, you have a destined corner in fate, and are the best companionship in my life, letting lovesickness engrave my heart and let tears dye my mind.

The wings of dusk have black and white colors, and the confiding between you and me have sad worlds. Love in the world is different from no sound, love is in the thoughts, sound is in the heart, thoughts are in front of tears, time cannot take away the thoughts in my heart, tears fall down and cannot walk away in your inner perception, it is love, but love is separated, feeling is lost in the heart.

The fragrant thoughts are flowing in the long night, with the wrong direction of thought, the perception of tears loss, the feeling of asking, the feeling of love in the heart, the feeling of feeling in people, the words have lost reunion, the tears have a circular position, you and I are destined to be separated by the end of the world, the heart tells the corner of the sea, and meet in the sky for a dream in the mortal world, not telling people to go, but only talk about gathering and separation.

The green fragrance wanders in the gracefulness of the heart, portraying you and me, you walk in the promise of the oath, I walk in the painting of helpless tears of lovesickness, it is separation, separation, and happiness of looking for each other, a journey with hope but no change of weather, and tears fall in the heart, words see in dreams, tears fall, not see you, but lovesickness falls.

In an instant, people come and go, in a short dream, they meet each other, the scenery they look at each other, people follow the heaven and earth, you and I do not accompany each other, naturally accompany each other, time travels through thousands of years, the heart is contaminated by the scenery and the emotions, and the tears that are divided into the wrong writing frequency of blessings for you, depicting the feelings of the heart and telling the farewell of tears.

The shaking wind is quietly lit in the embankment of the mood. There is a confusion, but the mistake is lost, but the right cannot be obtained. When I left, people were looking at it, but nothing was wandering alone. The figure of amber left at the intersection of the street without fate. The waved hand was destined to fall into distracted misjudgment, remorse, waiting for love, the heart did not come back, and the tears would not give up.

The moon is beautiful, the heart is accompanied by the heart, and the drunken shadows are gentle with the heart, portraying the longing for thousands of years. Agreement is a scene, but other night rain is approaching the intoxicating meeting, and there is still something to say, and no tears can wash away the picture in the heart. It is true that fate makes the destined heart destined to have a picture of one's own.
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