How many dreams are there in the heart, how many tears are there in the dream? If there is love in this life, how can the emotions be in this life? Feelings are also traces in thoughts. Fragile thoughts are dreaming in thoughts. There are tears in words in words. Words are outside the body and the sound is in the future. The love moves and touches the heart and the painting is intoxicated. A dream meets the tears in tears. The road is broken and the scenery is longing for the yearning, and the sound is broken and the meaning is written in the change of people.

When you are intoxicated, the answers of tears and many changes are exchanged for a scene of longing. Once you meet, then you leave. When you meet, you fall in your dreams, your soul leaves so hurtful. The heart bravely confesses the tears of lovesickness, but it cannot keep the time in your dreams. That intoxicating soul can't return to the past, and that gather can't gather in the future.

A seductive dream evokes the lovesickness in the heart, leaves traces of sadness, familiar tears, simple sadness, waiting souls have regrets, but this life is hard to accompany, but the soul has become attached from now on, and is reluctant to leave that past, loving the sad heart, wandering in the happy time, expressing lovesickness and saying goodbye to tears.

The heart is drunk and the dream is hanging. If you really use your heart, then the promise of the future will be turned back and forth with the separation of lovesickness and longing in your heart, shed tears of thoughts, and simply confess, what you let go is tears, what you condense is sadness, whether it is a feeling of appointment, or the promise cannot fulfill the oath in your heart, the broken dream is still walking in your thoughts, and the sadness in front of you is always crying in the traces.

I don’t admit it in my heart, but the tears really use my heart. Is it so hurtful to the beauty I tell you, or intermittent questions and answers, I keep walking, but I can’t get out of the siege of sadness, a sad thought that goes away cannot be preserved, what comes cannot be kept, what comes cannot be kept, what you see and cannot be waited for, how many destiny there is in the heart, how many destiny there is, the tears of fate, the destiny of such hurtfulness is hard to recover.

There is no future for words, no dreams, hurtful innocence, touching intermittent, the activated waiting in the heart, the continuous coldness, the trapped lovesickness, the tears in the eyes cannot be held with mail, it is walking, it is unable to walk out of the scenery I have walked through, it is staying, it is not able to keep the accompanying song in my heart, it is grasping, it is not able to grasp the warmth of my thoughts.

If you really wait, the waiting heart is silent, how many thoughts will accompany the song. A drunkenness, drunken lovesickness is hopeless, and the confession of tears, walking in the time you yearn for, a beauty, short and accompanied by the direction of this world, the passing of tears, passing through the lovesickness of the breeze, describes the feeling of truth, the beating in the heart, and the confession of sadness.

The sadness that cannot be waited for, the warm talent, thinking about the appointment in the dream, to warm the confession of this trace, a simple and gorgeousness belongs to the remnant of time, falling silently, walking haggardly, coming slowly, and the accompaniment of thoughts, a simple word, keeps beating the cold of lovesickness, to warm the heart that accepts the sad season.

The innocence that keeps thoughts, the ruthlessness that falls, the confession of the ending, the mood that explains cannot explain the tears of lovesickness. Is it so simple to think, or is it hurting people so deeply, so hard to pursue the soul, but the time is the same at this moment, but the dream in the heart has been lost in the sad season with the past.

The heart is warm, the tears are washed, the see in the dream, the goodbye in the appointment, the tears say goodbye to lovesickness and leave, the vows of meeting are hard to bear the promise of commitment, this cold, this warm, the heart is silent and untraceable, the thought of the past, the warmth, the thought of the silent soul-breaking dream.

The rhyme in the heart senses that warm soul, let lovesickness take away the tears of waiting, let the words penetrate into the past in the heart, the words walking in the promise, the words recited in the voice, a drunkenness, a break, a simple look back, and can't go back to the season when we met, the time now, the place of waiting, and use warm words to freeze the sad heart.

The time I wait in my heart, the heart that cannot wait for the passing, the sad sails rise in my thoughts, set off in the warm time, a tenderness and a dream, half a drop of words for a lifetime, the warmth of the appointment, the coldness of the meeting, the coldness of the seeing, the wounds of waiting for more traces, the tears of seeing, the confession of the direction of the direction is very clear.

When your thoughts are broken, your dreams will be speechless, your heart is like thoughts, your tears are like chasing, what you wait, what you can't expect is asking, not answering, what you walk in your heart cannot be sad, how haggard, when time goes backwards, that wait, that wait, that wait, that can't hold on to the past in your heart, that once slowly walks, and after the cold, it will fall in sadness.

Wipe away the tears in front of me and cover up all the wounds. In order to welcome the dream of meeting, I waited for the heart without any autumn, and I didn’t think of it. Lovesickness blocked all the broken souls, tears covered the sadness in my heart, how many loves would go away, how many dreams would come in my heart that could not be prepared, that irresistible time, such confession was in the time of separation.

The wind and rain are accompanied by the song of the heart, which takes away the warmth in the heart, which cannot be sent to the warmth of waiting, which is the thought of walking in the heart of feeling, and the dream of falling is even more hurtful. The soul of waiting is always walking in the heart with the past of fate, and parting is in front of you, allowing the heart to protect the scene that cannot be waited for, and allowing the thought of the sad sail to rise.

Simple sleepiness, deep waiting, not afraid of meeting in dreams, but at dawn, tears cannot interpret the accompaniment of lovesickness again, it is the scenery, protecting the thoughts in the heart, it is the words, accompanying the encounters in the dream, if you meet in the appointment, it is difficult to tell the truth, if you wake up, it is difficult to tell lies, but you weave your heart, but you cannot wait for the thoughts in the heart.

How many dreams are there in the heart, how many truths are there? This is the waiting of the mood and the retention of thoughts cannot be deeply engraved in the dream of remembrance. It is tears. I will ask whether lovesickness is true or not, but I will ask whether waiting is far away. But love itself has never been eternal, but it must express the deep encounter with the soul.

The heart is hurt, and how many feelings will be added, and the dreams will be cycled, and tears will still be left. The love is on the road, and the thoughts are not answered. The appointment is difficult to see, and the waiting is no part of fate. One is destined to write two people, and one is suffering and one is created with one heart. The irresistible tears start the song's condolences with the rhythm of lovesickness, but they cannot reach the soul's guardian dream.

How much waiting is the heart, how much innocence is there? If lovesickness cannot start, tears will never be expressed. It is a dream, a dream, a dream, the heart is not met in the dream, tears are washed away from the vicissitudes and hard to say, it is a thought, waiting, waiting, what can't be chased, the heart has no shore, the tears are on the shore, but the tears that move around cannot be familiar with the lovesickness in the heart.

Thoughts are wicks and tears are shadows,

The lonely voice contains a dream of autumn soul.

I look forward to the wind and say goodbye to each other,

There is no way out for a word and no regrets.

The joy of awakening cannot resist the sad feelings, but explains the unspeakable tears, sheds the shell of lovesickness, but sings the song of yearning, and a silent confession, in the season where there is warm but not warm, the confession puts down the beauty of vicissitudes, but welcomes the touching parting.
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