Saying sadness, tears in the body, and the drunkenness of the heart, the taste of the heart, the haggard face is hard to resist the tears of the dream, the regret, the falling matching, whose tears are the heart, the shadows are tired in the dream, the wind blows up and down, the intermittent dreams in the dream, the sticky smile, the ups and downs of the world, the hesitation and traces are written, if this is fragile, if this is powerful, the sadness of the emotions, the sadness of the dreams, who remembers who is on the road.

In the dream, under the tears, the scars are written in the soul-chasing building, the lovesickness gathers in front of the broken curtain door, endure lovesickness, continue lovesickness, who will lovesickness think of lovesickness, tears rest on dreams, the heart is stringed, the source of blessings in the tears, lovesickness, heart attachment, the wind and moon are hard to think of each other, loves rise and fall, the dreams fall, the dreams are slow, there is no eternity, time kisses my face with heart, and cannot wipe away the haggard face in my heart, the heart has not changed, the dream has gone far away, and there is no tomorrow.

Wiping tears and hitting my face, washing hands and asking Sixian, looking up at the dream roll, reading the tears of my heart, raising my glass without reincarnation, the bridge of thoughts has ended, the heart has been bleeding, the dream has broken bones, the heart is exhausted, the dream is haggard, the reality of emotion makes me choose to retreat, the vague sorrow rolls up the reflection in my heart, floating in the time of appointment, the pale true heart falls into warmth and coolness, and the tears drift in the cold night.

I feel the taste of breathing sadness, experience the coffee with warm tears, persevere and hurt, and cannot accumulate the familiarity of the past, the wonderful haggardness, short-term care, grievance of inner joy, knocking on the efforts in my heart, and the separation comes from separation, watching the setting sun and the rain fall into my dreams, looking at the youthful years, the same autumn, the heart is restless, the rolling tears escape the time of joy, the rain is in an instant, and it is difficult to tolerate each other.

The lonely heart is wandering, the heart is sad, the tears make a dream, the fate is passing through lovesickness, the road is thinking about sailing, the vague pain walks on the edge of the wind and moon, I feel that the game is a game, but I am always hurt, the people are desolate, the song is played, the sorrow is ignorant, the traces of lovesickness are shallow, the heart is a safe haven, the enthusiasm of tears cannot be avoided, the left hand is light, the right hand measures the dream is broken, the lovesickness is stringed, the world slaughteres me for the end, the dust slaughteres me for the end, the dust slays me for the desolation.

The oath to keep, express it with all your heart, the excuse of desolation, the encounter thoughts, the sadness turns into warmth, the memory of the shadow of the building, the legs and faces, the floating expression cannot be expressed in the flow of tears and scars, the dream turns into the heart, the tears change the thoughts, there is a sequel to the road, how can the heart be changed into warmth, tears cannot turn into the dream and wash the face, is the appointment of the road, or the soul breaks, the words of sadness floating on the bridge, and there was a solitary sound by the river.

I thought too real, the dream was too false, and I could never let go of my heart. I missed so far, I had no fate to make an appointment, I had regrets when I waited, and there would be tears when I looked back silently, the shadow was covered with scars, the heart was blew, the eyes were ruthless, there was scene in my dream, and tears were endless. Sometimes, not all the paintings were all the time, but I looked at the world deeply, but there was no change in the appointment, so it was difficult to chase the shadows on the building.

The dialogue of breaking up, the refusal of retention, the tenderness of thoughts in my heart, everything in my dream, sadness may not flow into tears, encounter may not be possessed, staying on the excuse of vows, giving up, writing love for the sake of dreams, and writing love for love, vows will never be a alliance. It has rained and the scenery has changed, but because the heart no longer has, the heart no longer gathers, and the thoughts no longer change.

Sorry, calmness makes no sense, and longing is not redundant, it is the destination of the heart. The tears that protect the face of acquaintance are wiped away by waiting, and what is waiting is remembrance, let the encounter in this world render the dream of this life, gather the wine glass of warm thoughts. Although the tears are sometimes as cool as rain, the heart has been as hot as fire. Because of acquaintance, we gather lovesickness, thousands of acquaintances gather lovesickness, and dreams of knowing each other on the road of lovesickness.

I wandered around all the sadness and traces of tears, but still stayed in my heart. I kept the wounds, waited for tears to flow, leaving all the warmth, and it was difficult to walk into the dream to keep. There were ups and downs in my heart, and there were faces in my thoughts. The tears of my thoughts could not block the excuse of missing me. Is it a confession of the traces or a clear dream, all the fixed persistence, waiting for each other, waiting for love, coming and going, never know each other.

Love cannot resist, the heart cannot tell, the tears are still deceiving, the heart is still sewn with the residual dream, the heart will still be lost, the dream is still willing to give up, if we look at each other, the lovesickness cannot be continued, if there is a next life, if there is a dream, I promise you will never wake up forever, and accompany you through the wind and moon and see the scenery, and still never grow old, the heart will no longer change, the tears will never flow, and the gathering will never fall apart.

The love is bad, the heart is still there, the lovesickness is still there, I want to leave, I walk up, the oath I say is still there, I can meet in my dreams, I am unhappy, my heart worships, and there is still an appointment that has never been there, the thoughts are cycled, my thoughts are longing, my heart has been attached to tears, I have been farewell, I have played the Qing autumn, my heart wanders, my fate is wandering, my luck is helpless, and the meaning has also been wandering, the warm lamp, the frozen world, the world is stationed in the world, and my lovesickness flows eastward.

The world is staggered, and lovesickness is broken. I thoughts have walked into the lovesickness string. Dreams have been floating in the rain and running thousands of miles. The wind is still in the center, tears are still in the cold, and the heart has been weeping and crying. The expressions that can be seen through, the thoughts that cannot be seen are not wrong. What are the mistakes and nostalgias? Such mistakes and such lives are all the shackles of lovesickness. On the road, the shackles of lovesickness are still the feelings of worshiping are persistence.

I made a promise with my hands, and I made a promise with tears. I thought of sweeping the oath when I met.

There is a wound in the trace to send you a heart to autumn, and the heart is shaped by the worldly words.

I carry the burden of lovesickness, open the confession in my heart, cry that I can't pick up the shadow, crying with tears, confusion in my heart, can I see you again, will the heart that I see you still change? If fate is three parts, you one part, I one part, the water flows eastward again, if I flow eastward, the two fates are shallow, how can the heart change? If the heart is gentle, wait for the heart to be slow, the moon in the water will not be round.

Tears of sadness remain, and sadness and gratitude are circulating. The picture is haggard, and the face has not gone with the wind. Walking into the world, one step at a time, a longing for lovesickness is a cry, and the clouds are all desolate. It is slowly engraved with its roots, and the fragrance is washed away from the rosy sunset. It cannot see the sunset reversed. Ask the shadows and ask the shadows but do not return, ask the dreams but do not return, the tears have been wasted, the dreams have been sad and beautiful, and the lovesickness has also said regret. Seeing no tears, seeing no shadows, seeing no shadows, can we meet and have a sense of love.

Drink the poisonous wine of love in the world and taste the sky and flowing in silence.

My heart is wandering and tears have been hurt, but I dig the past to seal my heart just for a promise.

Nodding his head and painting a dream and floating hand, he called it true, and looked up at the tears and rain without seeing the beauty.

May you have thoughts for three lives, if you see it in a dream, one is a little bit, the sky is high and the sky is warm, the heart is warm, the love is stringed, the tears are accompanied by the scenery, the sunset is drawn, the words are sentimental and the words are sentimental and the words are sentimental and the words are sentimental and the words are accompanied by the scenery, the sunset is drawn, the words are sentimental and the words are accompanied by the heart, the soul is stringed, the two look are separated, the heart is met with the song and song.
Chapter completed!