The wind of longing swings the company of the scenery, a beautiful destined walks in the love in the heart, writes down the brilliance, let go of fate, falls down the sunset of tears, quietly answers the frequency in the heart, the beautiful rhyme quietly intermittently waiting, and the promise that walks on the edge of the heart are the tears of love and the lovesickness.

The gentle and bone-black description, a intoxicating lovesickness, which actually portrays the beauty of thoughts, contains the changes of the universe, this perception, a simple look back, a quiet question and answer, the charm of thoughts changes the waiting evening breeze, but welcomes the dawn in my heart, the dream of waiting, and the waiting in my heart has ever been accompanied by tears.

The quiet guard without fate, the beauty of greeting thoughts, the brilliant love spreads gentle care, and the warm sunset knocks on the doors and windows of thoughts, rolls up the bead curtains of lovesickness, give back to the vows of the past, meet the present, the endless cycle of time is walking in the pace of the heart, a beautiful and warm years have shed eternal glory in this way.

The guardian of the scenery, the marquis of the heart, the layout of lovesickness, the life of tears burns out the cycle of this life, and the lovesickness, that wonderful picture draws the memories of this life. What cannot be pursued is mutual looking, and the eternal dream is not moved, and it is the time to walk in fate, the haggard lovesickness is the thought of the appointment, the thought of the appointment is turning around the tears, and the turn is not destined but the sustenance in the heart.

The frequency in the heart, the rhyme that comes out, is the accompanying thoughts or the yearning for time, a beautiful feeling, a brilliant dawn, accepting the squander of the sunset, a promise, a heart, a dream, and a fate. From then on, there are part in the heart, from then on, many tears in the thoughts, and tears will not wash away the heart, and tears will break the heart of this life.

The desolate love, drunkenly wandering under the changing thoughts, the glory of walking, the beauty of scattering, the heartbreaking gathering, the smile of waiting is the regret in the heart, but there is more distance for recollection in the thoughts, the accompanying shadows shatter the fate in the dream, and let the tears in the part sprinkle behind the smile. This part, that waiting that does not belong to guard, is still an appointment.

The desolate longing in my heart swings the heart gate that is no longer destined to be, and the mood that has gone, come, gathered is scattered under the destiny of being difficult to hesitate. When words meet and deeds reappear, yesterday in my heart is difficult to reach today's shore. Looking at the spring breeze intermittently, looking at the difficulty of the heart gate, the waiting sounds do not ask how to come and go in my dreams, but they wake up with tears.

A perceived picture, the desolation in the heart, the sadness in the heart, the sorrow in the heart, the wounds in the dream are broken, the heart is broken, the thoughts are broken, and a ruthless promise is also sent to scatter the tears of this life, and promise the soul to chase the next life, see the heart without companion, and the dance music in the tears, the song is broken, the heart is broken, the soul is broken.

If you say, how much is still changing? It is time for the scene and the mood is changed, but you cannot hide the past in your heart. That promise and that thin relationship wipe away the tears in your heart and open the scars. The tribe is still a short dream, a thought, lost on the road, and it is hard to meet in words.

The slow mind hits the edge of the scars, and a soft and beautiful bloom is placed in the seasons that are difficult to move around, allowing the dreams in the heart to go intermittently, allowing the fate in the thoughts to gather and disperse, disperse and dream, dreams and tears, tears and thoughts. This cycle, the heart is calm, and the thoughts wander thousands of times, the heart is guarding never changes, it is the wind, and the appointment in the heart cannot be dispersed, it is the dream, and it cannot interpret the regret in the heart.

There is a dream in my heart, and I have no chance of a promise. It is the thought but it is broken in the vow made, it is waiting, but it is hidden under the sad sadness. This reincarnation of this life, waiting for the next life, and searching for this life, intermittently in every life, there is the truth of confession in my heart. The soul of yearning is revealed on the road of lovesickness. The fate follows and walks into my heart. The part is gone, but it is thrown into tears.

Feeling the picture of letting go, the sunset of thoughts is covered with the accompanying song, but the desolation in the heart. That sadness makes the heart smile slightly, and the smile is full of traces. The tears that are slowly pouring out, but the tears that are told are difficult to express the path in the heart. Is it the intermittent thoughts or the appointment in the dream, the change in the event, the complete change, the dispersion in the gathering, the dispersion in the heart, the dispersion in the heart, the unrestrained heart, the appointment in the gathering, the dispersion in the heart, the appointment in the tears.

Listen quietly to the frequency of the heartbeat, the simple rhyme marks the beautiful scenery of the past, and the brilliant time extends the scars in the heart. Is it a vow that changes, or a thought that is in the appointment difficult to reach the side of the dream? The night comes so simple, and you can only look back at the years of time at dawn.

Life is aware of the lack of fate, but it is cultivated with care, and the tears in my thoughts are accompanied by the frequency of thoughts. This song, this dream, will never happen, and the heart meets again. If the fate of the world continues in the sky, why bother to feel the intermittent scenery? Only the tears are thought of the scenery. The reading in my heart, the superposition of my mind, the interpretation of tears, the changes in the song, the desolation in my heart cannot cover up the appearance on both sides.

Looking back, I smiled, and the years are like this, I wish you a longing for life, when will you look at each other, tears of longing for love, layout of life, thoughts of the evening breeze, the clouds are broken, love looks at the soul, thoughts of the soul, thoughts and souls, lovesickness comes from intermittent tears, and after dreams, looking back at the heartbreaker, I don’t know that there is still a waiting in my heart, and I don’t know how many tears can fill the wounds on the road of lovesickness.

The heart rolls up the bead curtain of longing at dawn, and tears walk into the dream in the evening wearing the sunset, accompanied by time on the face, watching the heart's disciples not returning, looking at the thoughts and dreaming of the future, intermittent heartbreaking songs, people yearn for, but the strings of longing cannot accompany the mood of the past, that beauty, this intoxicating, short-lived song accompanies the setting sail for this life.

The parting in my hand evokes the sadness of farewell, a melodious song of the heart, the beauty of the rise and fall is the encounter created with tears, the picture of life, perception, and the encounter. This encounter will never meet again, this encounter will never meet again, this appointment, this appointment will never meet again, this appointment will wash away this life, and the dream will turn to lovesickness.

I avoided the longing in my heart, and could not live without the perception of tears. I wandered around the gathering in my dreams. It was difficult to look back at the scene at that time. Is it the change of time or the desolation in my heart? It was the language of life, the brilliance of beauty, or the sadness of sadness, it was the squander in my heart, whether it was the search in my thoughts, or the trampling of tears, and everything was clear and came to the unclear waiting.

Tears of birthdays, set sail, and thoughts through thoughts, and hard to separate fate. Then come the sadness of heart drawing marks, smile lightly and yearn for the heart, tears of thoughts roll on the world, and the frequency of heart supports the rhyme. Look, thoughts contain desolation, wait, love is drifting, but it is always accompanied by the spring and autumn that does not belong to you. It is the roulette of time, but it cannot reach its own side.
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