My lovesickness writes about your warm pictures, and the tears of powerlessness wander in the perception of the vast ocean. On the road, in the dream, your changes, my changes fall by your side, and under the cover of the scenery, it cannot warm the wounded heart in the heart.

The years are falling, the autumn is gone, when time leaves, when I am no longer here, you are here, you will not come to me, but you will always be in my heart, the words are flowing around me, and the change outside the thoughts is constantly circulating, the heart is constantly walking, painting, walking inside, painting under the clouds in an instant.

A blurry period, the direction is crying for this. When the words of time are hard in the heart, how many people see and understand my mood. When the mood of time, I change, adjust, change on the road of mood, and adjust the melodiousness on the road cannot correct the real picture. My heart has been circulating, my tears have been circulating in the beautiful picture, and I have always been sarcastic on the beautiful road. You are not my heart, but I have your intention. My heart is on the road of tears. There is no similarity on the road, and there is no tears on the road, and there is no picture yesterday on the road.

My mood has been gentle and portraying the path of sadness. The dependence of time is walking in my heart. Your youth has been in beautiful pictures. It is the intoxication of hurt and the slowness of tears. It has always been separated by the years. The saying in the heart is that as long as you have a heart, you can feel the edge of tears. The misunderstanding of confusion has always circulated around love.

The speed of my heart has been decreasing the beauty under the flowers, and my heart has been wandering and changing. Walking in my heart, circulating the fragility of ancient times, the turning point of dreams, the lightness of love, the perception of tears, how much reputation is there, is the beauty of giving, or the fragility of sadness, the scars in my heart have always been difficult to express, walking on the edge of gorgeousness, but I am powerless, the sadness in my heart falls before tears, the heart is in the tribe of lovesickness, and has never been able to change the distance on the road, and my road is my own road, and my heart belongs to your heart and change your thinking under your warmth.

And my tears have always recalled the graceful reverence of lovesickness, portrayed in the fragility of sadness, the heart of the deep forest cannot change the attachment of the vast ocean, and the departure of your and my departure, when time falls, I am waiting, but you cannot recall my lovesickness. I am leaving for you on the road, but I have no change on your road, but my heart on my road.

My heart is rising and tears are falling. You don’t know where to come, but I keep circulating your words, thinking about your past words, my heart installs your appearance, but I cannot interpret your path, and there is no corner of lovesickness in my heart.

The growth of love has no wings flying, your flying does not have me, my soaring is lovesickness, letting tears cry alone, and the cycle continues to change, cycle on your way, change is at your starting point, is it your fault or mine, you go yours, I am wrong.

I am your road, but you are the one who steals your heart. You are walking, I am floating on your road, thinking about sadness. When tears come, I keep circulating with the specimen of love. There is a sense of truth. You are on the edge of time, but I don’t have time to remember.

When you leave, I find that your road hurts my heart, and my heart changes, and my lovesickness is gentle. On the road, in the heart, the tears in my heart are running around for this, and the lovesickness in my heart sets for this, when the lovesickness is falling on the road, when the heart is crying, you are still there, I am in the future, but you are not waiting for me, I walk, but I can't walk on your road, and when the time of meeting is constantly circulating, you cannot interpret my thoughts, and when my road portrays your persistence, you do not set out for me.

I walk in the mistakes of time, cry for you, feel sad for this, sad in the picture of sadness, feeling in the ending of no fate, the gentleness of the road, the clearness of love, your road, my heart, your love is true, there is no real fate, but it is really destined.

When thoughts disappear, when love accompanies you, you are by my side, I am not in your heart, your road does not belong to me, but my heart belongs to you, and there is no companionship with me on your road, your words are always wandering in my heart, the gentle love, the auxiliary of the rain of love, your me, but I am not your heart, the heart of love is walking, and the feeling of hurt is being made up.

The lies thrown cannot resist the real change. You are walking on the road, I am looking sadly, unable to see your path, unable to see my heart, your wounds are not my path, but my feelings are always hurt by you, it is a true love, the delicacy of giving, and the continuous circulation of inner adjustments.

The true tears are circulating, the lost cannot be replenished, you are walking on my edge, I am on your way, are you giving for me, but I weaving for you, is it the taste of love, or the continuation of the north wind, everything is pouring out, all the changes, there is no cycle of the sky on the way, I keep looking at it, can't see the sadness in my heart, and can't imagine the irresistible talk in my tears.

My heart is turning, my tears are changing, I have been circulating the music, listening to the sad entries, feeling the gorgeous past, constantly circulating in the corner of no fate, the heart that goes is really different, all the cycle, but I cannot experience the mood at this moment, and the taste of the present has been changing in the crying of the world.

In the world of time, when night comes, you have not come. You walk on yours, my heart keeps chasing, my tears keep circulating, you are still you, but my heart keeps giving for you, writing blessings, expressing hope, and carving the beauty of the rainbow, acting in the company of the sun for this road of life.

Your intention is in my heart, my truth is by the tears. You are not a real myth, but the language of my life. My heart on your way, my tears are not your tears on my way, you are walking, I am watching. The heart walking on the road cannot perceive the past picture, and the real feeling in tears cannot change the current taste. The cycle of tears is walking, the adjustment of words is changing, but you cannot give the gentleness of my mood.

Your path, I am hurt in the corner of sadness, and change for this, and warm the wounded heart, walking on the edge of tears, your true heart, your false, false, use your intention, your heart hangs beside the tears, your intention is walking in love, your efforts, my change, your starting point, my road, you have been changing, but you have not arrived, my heart is walking, my tears are walking by your side, but your warm and persistent do not feel my change, time goes by, your truth never discovers the real picture.
Chapter completed!