The wings of the world are simple beauty, and the mail in the heart is connected with the frequency of longing. This beautiful feedback walks on the edge of thoughts. The beautiful feeling is not perfect, but the flawless heart is haggard and soundless. Is it the cycle of dreams or the accompaniment of dawn, a lonely evening, the beauty of coming and falling sadness.

Listening to the words of worry, the perception in the heart, walking on the roulette of time, that changeable mentality, walking in the layout of lovesickness, this broken fate, this gathering part, simply let the thoughts in the dream follow, let the words in the heart express the confession of tears, this tender bone, this complete beauty, from then on, there will be a distance of goodbye, what you see, what you dream, the tears you fall, the longing that you walk to the edge of the scar, so innocent and simple waiting.

The slow mood, the gentle portrayal, the love that never turns, the simplicity of the flowing, the frequency in the heart is always talked about, but the charm of the past, the beauty of the calmness, the tears that look back are so simple, but cannot express the separation in the heart. The gathering and separation, the dream that comes, the parting, the parting in the dream, the parting in the heart is without fate, is it a hurtful beating, or is it a tear that cuts off other tears that requires a lifetime to cover up the wound in the heart.

The dream of breaking the heart, the song of parting, the dream of breaking the thoughts, is the coming and going, the heart cycles, the journey is so free, the sadness comes, the perceived picture, the wandering knowledge, one sends, one sends, one sends, one sees, one sees, one sees, one sees, one will never see again, it is the heart, the picture of the past, the tears, and slowly washes away the past gathering.

A fate without fate, a part of the relationship, what is destined in the next life, what is the vow to say in this life, and there is a promise that can be expressed by a lifetime of promises, and the thoughts in the heart to tell the life of the sky. It is the wind, and the thoughts in the wind hide the feeling of longing, and it is the rain that wet the beautiful scenery of the road and hurt the thoughts in the picture at this moment.

The dream of the wind and moon, the hook of the residual clouds, the song of the broken clouds, this string is a dream of the year and a blossom, the Tao changes things and asks for thousands of years, it is the heart, the feeling in the heart, from then on, it has changed the starting line of the starting line, asking for directions, leaving farewell to love, ruining the glory of time, shed tears of blessings, and asking softly,

"Are you okay?" But I don't know if I meet each other in this life, in the next life, or how many reincarnations I have to wait for.

Lovesickness rolls up the tears in my heart, and sheds on the dam of my longing, bid farewell to a promise in my dream. From then on, I will change in my heart, dream in my thoughts, and whether I see it in my dreams, I will still think in my heart.

When we are separated, we will send you lightly and slowly, and we will gather together and never gather together. When we are waiting, we will still seek the next life. When we miss you, we can only express our thoughts with tears. When we walk at the interface of each other, we will see the changes in the shadows, but we can only simply help up the frequency of longing, play the layout of lovesickness, and reminisce about the past picture and draw the distance in our hearts.

How many souls are there in dreams, how many loves are there? How much is the heart still drunk? It is an appointment, dreams are endless, it is a thought, lovesickness is without a situation, how many tears can say goodbye to the answers in the heart, the rebirth of lovesickness can find the wounds in the heart, the wounds are without traces, the sounds of thoughts, how many tears in the dreams are gone, how many tears are hard to find.

The graceful beauty dispels the beauty in my heart, answering the unreachable sea, is it a meeting of the world, or the song without accompaniment of the strings of meeting, and the dream is broken, and it continues to hide the perception, slowly gathering the sadness of farewell, walking in the unforgettable season, the future in my heart, and there is still a dawn, and the lovesickness in my dreams always belongs to the evening.

The love of love, the fate of thought, the person who loves passes by the tears, and the sunset falls while the sunset falls. A perceived heart supports the waiting for progress, and the continuous tears gently send the beauty of this life, while the rainbow passes over the cliff, but it is impossible to express the past meeting.

Ask a familiar melody, walk in the lonely dawn, look at the tears of thoughts, shed fragile waiting, a beautiful sunshine gathers the answer in my heart, but the accompanying time is, "It is the wound, the years sailing with you, the tears of dreams accompany you, and the scenery rises and falls with you.

Looking at the beautiful spring breeze and the beautiful morning scenery, the appointment is simple, but it cannot replenish the oath in my heart. Is it a promise that is hopeless or no fate in my heart? The waiting is accompanied by the string of sadness, pounding the charm of tears, and the softness of the sun is ruined in the beautiful years, writing about ignorance and thinking about it with heart.

The evening breeze that cuts through my thoughts gathers the waiting for dawn, but the thoughts that are in my heart leave, but I can't dance in my dreams and scatter, but I can't recall the eternal picture at every time, but the eternity in my heart cannot express the notification of lovesickness. I can only send it and gather it clearly.

The happy love quietly opened the mail in my heart, slowly looked back at the waiting that did not belong to me, the heart was sad, the thoughts were hard to dream, the appointment was no longer met, the oath was hard to say again, the life in my heart, the language in my tears, the gathering, the distance between gathering, the dispersed shadows made my thoughts open a window of tears.

The responsibility of dreams builds a bridge of longing and sets up a picture of waiting. This decisive waiting has traces in the heart of guarding, and the Hou's thoughts are hurt. This confession is difficult to understand in the heart, and this thought is difficult to understand in the tears of thoughts. I don't know whether it is love or the heart that has been waiting for cannot be changed, but this heart that is difficult to keep is difficult to reach the past lack of fate.

No matter how much you ask, you can make the heart fall in a state of remnant clouds and speak, but you can let tears wash away your perception, whether you get the fate or give up, the destined but wandering scene of difficult gathering, while the rings of time linger in the difficult-to-reach heart, walking in the heartless tears falling, but accompanying the song in your heart.

The broken bridge cliff, the dream is scattered, the world is not concerned about the heart, the tears are flicked by the answers that they are not wished, the tears are flicked, the strings are walking through the dreams, the heart is broken, the tears are broken in the years, the tears are cut off in the dreams, the thoughts are crossed out in this life, the paintings are hurt, the true fate is covered, the phantom loves the scenery and the wind, the hope is no way, the heart is in the heart, the heart is full, the thoughts are cut off, the tears are cut off.

The swinging years, without the accompaniment of the thinning heart, but with the increase of time, the tears are spread out, and the calm mood is thought of a smile, understands memories, looks at the shadows in the breeze, and shouts about the scenery of the past, so beautiful, so brilliant, and the prosperity in the heart is destined to bloom the beautiful picture with sad fate.

Passionate tears are not in the heart, and the thoughts of breaking dreams portray the cold, but the winter of vows cannot promise the autumn in the heart, which is the time in the heart, and the confession of tears perceives the inaccessible talent, which is left, farewell, what walks in the heart, what ruins the heart, and who will be the only one who will be?
Chapter completed!