Look at people's interactions indifferently, knowing that time is long, the quiet frequency pulls the rhyme of thoughts to mark a gentle picture, is it a fragile perception or a circular picture, a beautiful and brilliant overriding the password of vicissitudes.

A thought floats, thoughts go, ask if you are looking for it on the road, words go in your heart, sound falls in front of dreams, what falls is the warmth of thoughts, the touching stories left behind, the road of the story is the confession of love, and the correct goodbye is expressed.

A thought is like tears like rain, thinking about how drunk it is in the night, meeting the building describes life, and the ups and downs of the next life. What is so drunk? Love is so haggard, worrying about the past, the lovesickness that cannot be escaped, tears are gone, heartbeats, and those waiting will not come again.

The navigation line of memory describes the journey in my heart. The wounds on the road are intoxicating from now on, and the lovesickness in my heart is nostalgic from now on. The mood of farewell is repeated and the beginning of the dream, but it never ends. It is the end of goodbye, but there is tears coming and going.

The drooping tears passed through the long river of longing and did not reach the beautiful dream in the heart. I don’t know if the marks of the wound are not deep enough or the pain of understanding cannot be changed. This is a beautiful time, but it cuts the wounded and intoxicating tears.

Words describe lovesickness, but deeds cannot use the deep roots of life to alleviate the current situation. Is it the ruthlessness of the wind or the rain, I have my feelings, but I lack your knowledge. From now on, I can have no lovesickness in my heart, and how can I have no thoughts before tears?

The sway of the heart, the steps of tears, the mood on the road, the remaining dreams of thoughts, and walk out of today's language, but we have to give soft and hurtful sadness, the cycle of emotion, the condolences of thoughts, the warm picture, and the simple confession in front of the tears of goodbye.

The heart that has been beating has moved the quiet but tasteless picture, causing the layout of lovesickness. A perceived fragility comes out of the traces of the heart, slowly expressing the tears in the heart, describing the words belonging to others, and feeling the grief in one's heart,

Lovesickness is so subtle, and the tears are drooling in my heart. When I look at the sad bridge of the world, I am sad about the traces of the above, and tears flow through the flow, and the deep feelings are deeply rooted in my heart. From then on, the tears that have brought thoughts in my dreams and traces of condolences.

How many people have arrived, but the heart is falling and the lovesickness is small. How many dreams are gone from now on. The rhyme of words and the meaning of sounds are spread in the sad season with the warmth of drifting, admiring the scars when warm, and condolences when winter.

The heart is so good, the tears are so many, the thoughts are from now on, the dreams are from now on, and the frequency of lovesickness is rippling on the rhythmic song path. May the tears be me, may the thoughts be me, and may the thoughts be me, and to search for the pictures in my heart with the wind.

Passionate, heartless tears, the tears in the heart are arranged for lovesickness, the lovesickness in front of the tears is unrestrained for the people in the heart, walking in the season of time, hurt is a gift of happiness, in difficulties is a beautiful confession, waiting in the heart, thinking about the thoughts in the heart, only writing a goodbye, squatting in front of the tears and saying, "Actually, you are not guilty, it's just that I'm not careful."

What is sadness and lovesickness? Is it a story of tears or a trace? A long and intoxicating feeling, a beautiful yearning, a sound written on the road, a thought of the rising and falling of the heart, a dream falls from now on, and a heart changes from now on.

Say goodbye in my heart, how many goodbye will last forever, the dream falls in my mind, the gentle knife of time can never be cut off, Is it the tears of the world, or the love in my dream, it is a piece of wound, the wound is intoxicating in my heart, and the thought is broken on the road.

From then on, the heart beats for tears, and from now on, the thoughts are searched for people. What they find is the dream of scars, and what they grasp is the tears of perception, but they cannot replenish the intoxication in the heart. The picture rises again and again to portray the sadness that hurts people and the intoxicating mind that has been circulating.

I don’t know how many thoughts in my heart, and how many tears can be seen after the thoughts. What is washed away is sadness and what is left is traces. The fragile heart passes through the tenderness of my thoughts. I ask, what is the warmth in the present, which can express the pain of lovesickness, which is the trace of tears, which is the trace of coldness from now on, and the warmth from now on, and the ruthlessness from now on.

I miss you, love you and dream you see you forever, but I never understand the deepest way. I think you forever, but I can’t understand where the love comes from. The warmth in my heart warms the tears of the present, the warmth in my heart warms the lovesickness in my heart, and protects the sorrow of loneliness and cry after the dream all night.

Warm the drunkenness and fascination in the heart, cold and sadness in the layout of lovesickness. You can't find the goodbye in your heart, you can't see the appointment after tears. It's love, it's so stubborn that you get drunk, it's tears, it's so easy that you fall, and it's so burial.

The wandering in my heart left the face's longing, the haggardness in my thoughts pulled away the tears of sadness. When my heart looked and thoughts drooped, how many ruthlessness on the road could not be taken away from the past in my heart, how many magnificent the voices could not be portrayed in my heart.

Tears are the flowers of lovesickness, the heart is the rise and fall of a person, but dreams are the perception of drunkenness. A result can only be accepted by goodbye, but cannot accept the eternity of the future. Let the appointment in the heart and let the appointment in the dream.

Lovesickness gathers, tears hang down, looking at the intermittent autumn wind, feeling the traces in the heart, the fragile heart gate powerfully cycles the appointment in the dream, a drunken understanding, a beautiful melody, warms the ups and downs in the heart, but forever consolidates the eternity of lovesickness.

The hometown of life has used hearts, and the tears of lovesickness have more dreams. No matter whether there is goodbye to me, no matter whether there is eternal dream, it protects the eternal fate in my heart, and never abandons the fading face of longing.

The songs in my heart recite the strings of tears, floating in the tone of my dreams, feeling the beautiful rainbow, and wandering in the season of meeting, is the song that goes far away or the cycle of longing so close, getting drunk and waiting more.

Embrace the thoughts of tears, sense the fragile dream appointment, the goodbye that cannot warm up the words, but it has been in the frequency of the frozen sound, the falling sound is not melodious, and the moving sound is written off, just because I have made an appointment in my heart, and I have longed for it coldly.

The tears of Wuqu, the thought of having an appointment, whether it is a ruthless encounter, or a dreamless appointment, how many goodbye can be seen, how many goodbye can be seen, how many fragile traces keep knocking on this specimen of love, but make confession a farewell in my heart.
Chapter completed!