The ancient legend has filled the sound of tears,

A dream of painting autumn will make a final encounter.

Southern essay screen painting the residual dream,

I hope to tell the dust

The dream of love, the soul of the heart is the confession of tears. Walking under the charming excuse, a tears of separation, a intoxicating song, a broken bead curtain, a heart-to-winding reel, sending the rhyme of love, changing the melody of dreams, the loss in front of you, the perception of the shadow of separation, the tears of leaving, the pain of coming, the soul of coming, the soul of this life, and the dream of no fate in the next life.

The wind blows the Hualien thoughts dye the shore, the thoughts are broken by the world, the songs are broken by the shadows, and the heart dances. Is it a messy thought that is separated from the difficult road to chase, or the frequency of circulation cannot be written as the perception at that time, the difficult heart gate, the silence of the rise and fall, the portrayal of tears, is it the heart's wound, or the sorrow of the tears, but the sadness of the tears, but the sound of the song, the trace but the sound of the soul. (Prose reading: www.)

Tears promise the present moment, thinking about the present moment, asking for identification, thinking about it, feeling a way out, the promise of leaving without a chance, the silence of the thoughts, the dream is without shadow, the soul in the heart is free and easy, what comes is so beautiful, what goes makes the heart haggard, the eyes are crying, the thoughts change, the mind seeks in every way, the wish of leaving, the wish of not being peaceful.

The gorgeous words fold the heart, and the thousands of masters' concerns are the direction, carrying the heart direction, turning the lonely shadow, ruining the heart door, leaving the heart forever, breaking the heart door, falling away from the heart door, crying with tears, losing all the tears in this time, falling all the seeking in the next life, from then on, the spring and autumn are inseparable from thoughts, constantly thinking in dreams, just for the love to turn, and the lyrics in the song.

The murmuring sadness and confusion of the mist of thoughts, the beauty is a reflection of the glory in the heart, and to search for it, and it is difficult to reach the scenery I once yearned for. Is the song in the appointment changing, or the lyrics in the song unintentional, and tears are still moving in that season of appointment, and the pace of lovesickness has always swinged the frequency of heartbeat.

The wind has no fate, but the thoughts have traces. The season of the appointment brings lovesickness strings, sways the traces in the dream, and makes out the perception of tears, reading the you and me in time, you walk in my mind, I cross the frequency of time, the song circulates in the thoughts, the song jumps in the center of the tears, the sadness in the direction, the stinginess in the look back, how charming and warm the intoxicating journey.

Thinking of the corners where no one is, falling sadness without regrets, rolling up the desolation in dreams, placing the heartache in words, that difficult-to-reach oath, walking under the promise of confessing in tears, part is the fate in the heart, thoughts are destined tears, this road where memories are engraved with shadows, the heart on the road is accompanied by you, and the thoughts in my mind have the scenery you have seen together.

There is still a regret in the heart in the lyrics, and there is a promise in the tears in the song. This heart only has no regrets. The tears are silent. The thoughts are swallowed by the remaining dreams of thoughts, stacking bamboo shadows, and hearts, and one sadness and tears, ten drops of hearts are for a lifetime. Walking into the heart gate of the deserted city, it is difficult to reach the frequency of longing, this melody, the rhyme in the heart, and the gathering sounds.

The journey in my heart, the tears of longing, walking in front of the tears of the deserted city, making an appointment to leave this life, there is no dream of the next life, pulling up the strings of longing, playing intoxicating tears, talking about the heart, dreams swaying, is it the fragrance of perception depicting, or is the sad words describing, gathering and dispersing a thought, gradually breaking a promise.

The slow punishment is difficult to express the division of tears. The beauty of love is walking on the road of reminiscence in the years, but the shadow is not hurt, but the song is broken, there is a vow in the trace, the shadow of the tent, the broken butterfly fragrance seals the tears in the heart, the question and answer that cannot change the thoughts is an appointment, walking in the heart, a dream, painting in tears, a wound, writing with thoughts, marks, chasing for a lifetime.

My heart wakes up, tears dry, and the broken thoughts are gone, and there are more traces in my heart. The powerless haggard holds up the oath of appointment, and feels the dream of waiting, and interrogates the life in the appointment, whether the heart has no thoughts or the dream is difficult to roll, the road is difficult to reach, the dream is difficult to draw, is the wind blowing, or the change in my heart, the changed thoughts cannot roll up the tears of the past, and walk in the season of yearning, but use tears and heart to roll up the sadness, and cannot roll up the longing.

The song moves the soul in the heart, walking under the soul of time, the tears drop in the sad season, and under the beautiful glory, a short tenderness gathers the picture in the heart, a changeable mood, so it is hidden deep in the shadow, gathering the rhythm of longing, a broken tears, a broken beauty in the direction, a relaxed parting, and a separation heart is lost.

Slowly describe the talisman. A simple description, a life-long, a failure, a shadowlessness, a change in the song, a tears in the thoughts, a circulating bubble, a slow mood, a warm cup, a desolate picture, a promise to leave difficult to reach, a love, a feeling of difficulty as picturesque, a slow fragrance, a simple rhyme, a ruthlessness of flicking thoughts, and a haggardness under the drunkenness.

In an instant, I draw my heart, cut off tears, make a thought in my destiny, swear a promise without regret, count this life, sending tears, looking at my heart, and dreaming sounds, walking at the frequency of appointments, the soul of the dream is broken, and it is difficult to leave bright, and it is difficult to think brilliantly, is it because of the desolation in my thoughts, the part that belongs to, who has the part of tears, and who still thinks of the fate.

Pull up your heart, understand the desolation in your thoughts, roll up the sadness of your thoughts, portray the past on the road, walk in the past scenery, the picture that comes down is a change in times of time, a change in thought, a change in the heart, a dream comes out, a destiny comes out, this destiny is not destined to be used to promise tears and lovesickness in this life.

I once thought that I would make tears in this life, make appointments, lose time, and search for dreams, just for the sad scene in my heart, perceive the questions in my mind, recall the unintentional thoughts of the shadow, but it is like longing and still the parting hook, lovesickness is like the gathering and separation picture, this beautiful painting is the accompanying of the heart and the feedback of the dream.

Looking back, I cry, waiting for sadness before going forward, asking for parting, breaking sadness, gathering fate, dispersing destiny, missing hearts, and reluctant dreams, is the elegance of time, the free squander of coming, or the change of mood, and the adjustment is so irresistible, the tears describe the face in the mood, but the face that cannot change the thoughts and the faded thoughts.

There is no warmth in the wind, and the heart is warm. Who cuts the frequency of longing for tears, who rewritten the script of waiting for sadness, who searches for the key to closing the door for the heart, describes the coldness in the heart, but cannot continue the warmth of thoughts, warms the face before the tears, but cannot replenish the traces in the heart. The promise in the traces is the confession of tears, and the wound beside the traces is the gift of lovesickness.

A shallow dream, deep lovesickness, a slow lovesickness layout, a tenderness, a promise, a drop of knowing each other and parting, a love change in the poem becomes a promise, a farewell, walking in an unforgettable city, a waiting in a difficult-to-reach meeting, a feeling in the heart, and unable to ask about the feeling of the next life, is it true, is it hurt, if there is a feeling in the heart, how can this tears sound? If there is no fate, why do you work hard to draw a string?

The white mirror feathers in the autumn since ancient times,

The complaint continues the sadness.

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