The evening breeze of time depicts the traces in the heart, walking in the programming of time, beautiful tears walk under the lovesickness in the direction, a touching words, intermittent wandering, so simple, but makes the evening breeze of thoughts, a period of clearness, a period of hurtfulness, and a period of discontinuous encounter in dreams.

The tears, snowflakes accompanied by shy beauty, remain with the glorious roots, and the gathering of some brilliant things, condense the feedback from the heart, a feeling of knowingness, beautiful colors, so colorful and circular, that fragile heart, for the longing in the thoughts, is laid out in the vicissitudes of life, write down time and sprinkle directions.

As time goes by, let go of the wonderful scenes slowly, a kind of love, floating in the traces of the heart, what is let go, what cannot be thrown away, the fate of leaving is destined to draw traces of sadness in the corner of no part, a beautiful soft voice adds the soul-catching lock of the remaining dream, which is the year in the heart, the soul is the year that accompanys the song, and the lovesickness that cannot be locked covers the waiting season.

The slow waiting is refreshing, the wonderful, the beautiful fragments are given in the glory of time, the traces left behind, the sadness picked up, the aftertaste of tenderness, the deep infatuation, the strings of lovesickness, the sound of swaying tears, the melody played has irresistible innocence, that, the fragility of sadness, a simple look back, and a lot of sadness.

Hold up the traces in my heart, block the sad dawn, hide in the embrace of no one, throw a song of lovesickness, wait for a meeting, the dream of expectation, the fate in my heart, the dream of dreams, the dream of lovesickness robs the tears, the song goes in, the song breaks, people follow the words, when you walk and watch, the time in my heart has no thoughts, but it is so cold, and tears cannot be warm.

The tears of compassion warm the lovesickness in the heart, the strings of perception sway the deep thoughts, a dream, no dream of the future programming, a feeling, drunkenness is not in people, but in the past, the lovesickness in the present, is tears, the silence of falling, but the traces in the heart are so deep, it is a dream, roll up the appointment in the heart and walk in the sound of parting.

Jing Ke's sadness, the words hurt people, the intermittent tears, the circling intoxicating, the buttons in my heart always hit the traces of my thoughts, the cold, short and ruthless, the warm and warm heartless, this feeling, this interrupted, broken love leaves simply, and the haggard face always protects the unreachable waiting.

The silent feedback in my heart, the farewell with an appointment in my mind, is the appointment, the tears of a meeting fall in love and dream, the tears of a appointment wash away the past, the heart is hurt, the warmth of the thoughts, the colder the thoughts, the frozen eternity, the simple next life, the fate that comes cannot enter the next life, is it a beauty trembling or a sad confession.

If the heart is not dependent on me, what is the tears that I can’t bear to love, the lovesickness that I can’t stop, the tears that I bring, count the direction of this life, can’t let go of the yearning in my heart, walk out of the road, can’t hide the sadness in my heart, the sad string enters my heart and perceives that, “Tears are asking in my heart, and I regret waiting.”

Thoughts are waiting for silent songs, and the voices are regretful of the past. The feelings are so difficult to resolve. I really use my heart. The explanation of tears is the irrigation of lovesickness. The change of knowledge. The waiting heart will not have more tears. The thoughts will not have more of their own residue. The thoughts will not raise the string of appointment. It is a song. People walk by their dreams and accompany them. It is the intention. I really feel the heart.

How deep is the longing, how true is the yearning, the perceived words, the gifted farewell, a simple parting, a wonderful and unresolute song, but the strings are not in the sound, how many words gather, the deeds that day disperse, the lovesickness gathered, the tears scattered, the waiting for answers, and the expectations of the next life.

Dreams are destined to be a cliff, and a destined person is destined to be a cliff, protecting lovesickness, and unable to keep waiting in the heart. In the evening of expectation, I want to keep the dawn even more. Because of everything in my heart, I think of it because of the thin tears. In lovesickness, a tenderness is deeply hurt and graceful in the sad season.

If a person returns to his heart, he will make a song of this life with tears. This string is the road he has walked. The beauty on the road is exchanged for a lifetime of pain. The words of perception walk in the intoxicating seasons, and the beauty of dreams enters the dreams and hurts the heart. There is a meeting in the dreams in the heart, and there is a word in the oath in the thoughts. The coldness in the heart protects the coldness in the heart.

Words are short, lovesickness will not stop, thoughts are a scene of separation, tears will droop in this life, how can people in the world not be concerned about the past? The past of the soul is in the heart, regretting the past, hating the present, and the strings are in the songs, and the lyrics are lost, but the sound cannot be interpreted again. The feeling of this word, the knowledge of the past, the innocence of no fate, has been exchanged for this boundless sadness.

The slow wind and moon have taken away the warmth in my heart and cannot send the cold in my mind. Is it difficult to find the cold in my mind? Or is it difficult to find the cold in my appointment, or the longing for me, the lost lovesickness, the accompanying song of tears, the sound played, meet in my dreams, the words of yearning for me, the words of longing for me, and the words of exchange simply float on the edge of the scars.

Waiting for the brightness of happiness, but it cannot replace the cold without warmth. The song in my heart, coming silently, leaving without sound, and simply confessing, but sending away the irresistible tears. It is the thought, the sound, the soul, but the sound of the soul cannot always protect the thought, and the sound of the thought has always been recalling the soul of tears, and the strings of lovesickness interpret the desolation in my heart.

The decline of confession, the stability of not waiting for it, the soul that lost its tears, but could not give up the traces of lovesickness. I don’t know how much beauty in my heart replaces the warmth in my heart, put down the tasteless ice, protecting the traces of the past, but could not cover up the green and unpretentious wounds, and could not resist the beautiful and intoxicating traces.

Looking back in my heart, waiting in my thoughts, meeting in my dreams, tears everywhere, lovesickness, this delayed waiting, I can't wait for the heart that I didn't understand, it's hard to tell the parting without sound, but walking with the accompaniment of time, I folded my lovesickness, tears, and the traces carved knocked on the door of my heart, and could not turn the eternal follower in my dreams.

That tears of dreams, the string of lovesickness, the music without sound, the coming without fate, the passing of part, the waiting for the coming of the next life, the coming of this life cannot wait for this life, if this is a meeting of the next life, this is a dispersed and the sadness of the next life, the touching feeling, but it is impossible to find the dream of the cliff of the sky to accompany this life. Since the heart has traces, there are many and many life in the next life.

There are tears in this life and hope for the next life.

The broken dream falls in the remains of the winding marks.

I made a date for a lovesickness to stop me from getting drunk,

Ignorance and thoughts are broken.
Chapter completed!