The tears of farewell are boiling on the cliff of the face, rolling up the wind and moon of longing, the haggardness of coming, the sad and prosperous composition of the dullness in the heart, the interrupted autumn wind, the solidification of the mind, the surrounding of love, the melody of love, the beautiful entry renders the heart covered with the four seasons, murmuring, smiles, the words walk in the heart, the smile floats in the marks, ticking with love thinner than frost, and colder than snow.

Born in lovesickness and sorrow, tears promise fate, painting the haggard appearance, breaking the entrance of the cliff to write dreams, and changing the words in the middle of the cliff, but the thoughts are broken with the heart, the song is slow and the dream strings are washed away, and the song is gone, and the song is gone, and the tears are returned to the world. When there is a sadness again, how many people know that the tears are weak, the wind is flawless, and the sky is filled with no words, and the heart is coming to the world to wake up several families.

Look, my heart follows, I once sing but not dancing but love songs, my heart is closed, and my heart is closed, and I have been heartbroken, and I have been broken, and I have been broken, and the dream of missing the dust. Looking back, the rain of tears flows through the sea, and I am separated by tears, and I am not allowed to fall in autumn. That meeting, this appointment, abandoning all the prosperity and sending the sorrow of parting, I have been sad, and it is difficult to find the heart of meeting, and I don’t know where to leave, but I look at who love, it is like weaving thin water flowing away, the flowers in the year have not bloomed, the snow hides the heart, and the dream is closed by the cold, and there is autumn under the words, three seasons.

The indifference of the heart rolls up the tears of loneliness, frozen in the fragile destiny. Looking at the bumpy scene, the words in my heart are expressed in a lot, and I cannot express the unclear fate. Is it still waiting ruthlessly? Even if there is hope and a look back, the heart of fate has quietly gone away, the heart is buried, the tears are hiding, and what else can I wait with a dream?

Sadness is the encounter when tears fall. Thoughts are the autumn when the heart is broken. The season when flowers fall, the invisible flow is the destiny. It is the destiny that is made, destined to let the oath go with the wind, float to the end of the world without fate, float on the sea, sending an unbreakable dream, drawing a promise, describing the encounter, the heart confides to tears, the thoughts are judged forever, but the tears of blessing hope that the heart of hurt will last forever.

The tears look haggard and the dreams of the soul. The worries of the city walls are open, but they cannot find the sad evening, protect the intoxicating dawn, look back in the wind and moon, and the thoughts float on the water, send the sorrow of separation, write the broken marks, a ruthless word that cannot be kept in the heart and tears, and the thoughts cannot be seen even when they are dreaming. The more you have, the more hurt you will be, the dreams you cannot lift up, and the plays that are difficult to continue.

Whatever love is said, what is hurtful, what is said, the flowers of the heart cannot escape the dream of meeting, what is so sad, what is love fragile, the heart cannot wait for the sublimation of tears that continues with the appointment, put your heart in the world, put your love in the corner, two tears in the word "love", the three lives stones have not looked back, it is not the breaking of love, it is not the little hurt, but the direction of waiting for the longing to accompany the waiting for more meetings.

The face in my heart admires the haggard dream. The strings in the song tied the tears of the sunset and pulled the dawn hook. It was the time when the fate was broken, and it was the time when the separation was gathered in the inner thoughts. I hoped the ten fingers, and I drew one mind, and the water was floating in the cold of the dawn. That was the tears of the autumn dream, which was a promise, and a vow. The blessing strings of the time arrangement could not allow the heart to experience the frequency of the charm.

Who is the sad tears that steal the heart of mercy, murmuring the sad beauty of sad words, nostalgia for the waiting of the world, can't wait for the farewell that passes by, not leaving the body, two tears run around the world, the heaven and earth know each other, and cannot form to recognize each other again, is it the fragility of thoughts or the weak dream, breathing the scars of farewell, the decisive autumn scenery still conveys the traces in my mind, letting the rain and dew of blessings express the hope of waiting.

The pain of the other coast crying with hard-to-reach blessings, the invisible tears of autumn wind and the unbreakable winter snow scenes, dyeing the squander of the soul, slowly and delicately engraved, collecting hopes of direction, mostly in the fragrant dream, without saying a word, but once hurt Zeng Le, never abandon, never knowing whether the soul does not keep tears, or the soul does not protect the heart, but someone is here to visit the bridge for a lifetime, imprinted in the heart, and dare not avoid it.

The world has not shed tears, just because there is no memory. The autumn wind carries the heart, and the dust crosses the dream strings. That is the wind and moon command, and it is difficult to keep the ink and wash, and portray the shore of the heart. Thinking of thousands of miles away, things choose the order of change, slowly practice the tears, look at people's tears, and the heart also pulls the dream bridge, singing is in the song, fate is in the fate of the fate, and when will it be returned? There was a separation of people, and it was difficult to shed tears.

I said I would send you away, but I could not send you away my heart's stay. My heart left, tears fell, and the dream of waiting began to sail. The flowers that rolled up the wind and moon could not hide the past in my heart. Is it because of the pain changed, or is the tears of love too helpless? Such crying continues in the sadness at the cliff mouth. The sad and indifferent face caresses the watering of tears, sending hope with the left hand, sending blessing with the right hand, and heart-wrenching wounds.

The night is coming, my heart is cold, are you waiting for your dream to meet? The promises made will not change. My heart has been hurt, and I will cry tomorrow, and I will avoid it. After waiting, what kind of mood can change? It is sad but not returning the heart. The wounds of love are the traces of the world. The appointment is my pain. When it is my injury, I am drunk and dreaming. The appointments I have come here have changed. The rain and sunset around the tears have gone far away.

Pick up the shadow that cannot be separated, and the sorry that cannot be raised is walking in my ears. Sorry, the oath of the future is not in agreement, the pain is the altitude of the heart, the dream is the water drops of the sea, the thoughts are rolled up, the roses of reading, the silent confiding song lingers with the songs in my heart, the fragrance of dust cannot be taken away, the bells of the heart, the confusing melody is condensed under the bell of sadness.

Holding the sad but compassionate soul, the tears of care, the accompanying confession is in the intermittent dream hook, the fruits of sadness cannot grow in the face of each other without seasons, there is no foundation for labor, but the fragility of traces supports the cold breathing, kissing hands without words, and having no sound, but the heart sings and dancing the horoscope of thoughts, and the ditch of lovesickness cannot review the hearts in the distance.

A "wait" has faded his face, and his heart is silent. He thinks of Zengli, and takes away tears. He cannot hear the turn from afar. He feels that the warmth of the smile makes his heart smile, knocks on the remaining dreams. He wants to let go, but cannot throw it away, cannot come, and can hardly see him again. It is an appointment that will never happen, but it will never happen, but let the sad heart support the haggard face and wipe away the tears that are difficult to meet.

A smile becomes an eternal scar in the heart, rubbing on the edge of the heart, guarding the ruthless bridge, and vowing that cannot escape the frozen heart. The tears that cannot be taken into the sea are the set of dreams, or the hook curtains of tears. This lovesick lock requires a look back from the opposite side. The heart once killed a thousand thoughts, and the dream once cut thousands of tears, but this person you gave up surrounded you with heart because of your words.
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