The sword cuts through the sky, the sword dances in the sky, the vicissitudes of the world, the various forms of conquest of the world, the dragon, tiger, immortal gods, three dynasties and two scenes, the bright moon in the world, the infatuated dream chapter, the mighty and perseverance building, crossing the cross-border bridge---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The weak evening breeze is written in the world of dawn, while the inscriptions of the east slides down in the evening with diamond-like tears. The world of the universe describes the fragile shadows of the building. The voice of the heart drifts in the lonely corner at this moment, allowing the other side to hold warm memories to follow the memoirs of the past, and write a heart-wrenching reputation with the intersection of heaven.

The warm and deeply heartache cannot understand the dull taste at that time. The spread of thoughts is written in the curtains in front of you, the melody of the melody is drunk for thousands of years, but the glorious tomorrow is still waiting for perseverance. This thought follows this world.

The song of the dream breaks is composed of intoxicating warmth, while the frequency at this moment is circulating with seductive loneliness, but the sad north wind never feels compassion for it. Therefore, in this gorgeous years, the taste of the four seasons hoveres deep in tears, and does not allow the infatuated ocean to give up this gentle scenery.

The promised present, but now you are not waiting for me, but I am waiting for you in the distance. You have never remembered the past, but I have never forgotten the past. The past, the present you, you are running for your road, but I have been waiting for you. The world is in conflict with each other, and I have never engraved me into your heart.

The endless songs and endless loves reveal warm beauty and sadness. Is it a sailing of blessings or a companionship of hope? Are the deceptions of time? Let this fragile melody dance the myth in my heart under the accompaniment of music, wander in the vast sea, walk in the floors of thousands of scenery, and let the distant ends write the intoxicating corners.

Tears are stacked in the dream, and the warmth in my heart is shed. I will not give up the spring and autumn far away, and let the waiting around me accompany the loneliness of this life.

The love of fairy tales in all directions wanders in the ignorance of youth, writes flowers in the fog of change, and listens to tears in the scenery, look at the helpless heart gate and describes the missed city wall, what describes the tears in the heart, or the sadness seen by the afterimage in the dream, is it that all the hardships belong to your true dedication?

The world of youth writes a charming kiss, fate leads you to the door, lovesickness and marriage to the world, and the warmth of your mood has been wandering under your own shadow along with that ignorant journey.

The outdoor scene of the wine glass writes about his past, but the cup carved with the memoirs of the two. The wandering of one person and the longing of two people have turned into loneliness and indelible paths.

The beauty of spring, the beginning of the heart, is the beginning of dawn, the plan to build time for yourself, struggle for it, so wander, walk with the help of all scenery, write down beautiful care and warmth, let yourself grow, let yourself stack up the courage to prepare for tomorrow, and let yourself lay your foundation for the next step.

The warmth and comfort of summer allows you to act with happiness and act under the arrangement of time, let yourself get out of the taste of mood, savor the charm of the past, change yourself, and let the superposition of your words and deeds begin to have a dream direction. Although the sun and the moon pass by, the scenery changes, the memories you have walked through will never change.

The fallen leaves in autumn will lose something in your heart, and what you harvest at this moment is memories. You superimpose the past time on the fallen leaves and fall into the universe, so that you can know that you have gains will lose something. What you get may not be lost, and what you lose may not be gained. In fact, it is all in the moment in your heart, but at this moment, you must persist in maintaining eternity in your heart.

Under the winter snow, you can only wait for the warmth by holding the cold, and the cold time is the best time to hone yourself. If you can't break through the cold, then you can't welcome the warmth of the future.

People come and go, and things linger in their minds, but the heart causes a little pain, makes oneself sad, makes oneself bored, and begins to spread painful struggles, allowing oneself to walk in the intertwined lines of confusion, and the wrong taste of "right" and feeling nothing, slowly brings tears to welcome oneself.

The gorgeous east wind removes the regrets in my heart, but cannot wash away the spread of my thoughts. It can wash away the happiness in my heart, but cannot interpret the pain in my heart again, can interpret the sad scene, but cannot recognize the past encounter, can recognize the tears in front of me, but cannot hesitate the waiting in my heart.

The gentle west wind opens up the warm and sunny fragility, making me begin to numb, because the past road has made me start to play in my heart, performing a scene of tears meeting, a lifetime of waiting, performing the bitterness of lovesickness, and a time when the person in my heart comes to me. Even if it is a moment of comfort, I will have no regrets in my life.

The south wind and night rain are like cool curtains, the autumn wind sings sadly, the people have not returned, the sad scene is sleeping at night, the clothes are warm, the cold is hard to sleep.

Explanation: "I waited for a little longer, but I couldn't have a scene when my heart was cold. At this moment, I was still waiting in such a passionate ocean, but what I was guarding was the dawn and left me and flew away from me in the evening. Although your words were my clothes, they could not make up for my heart, and the smell of longing made it difficult for me to sleep."

The description in my heart and the revelation of tears are superimposed on people and things, and there is an indescribable smell on the edge of the scar. This is changed on my own path and growing over the years. Making myself stronger and making myself feel sensible all depends on my inner adjustment and the organization of my thoughts.

Is it the pain in my heart or the farewell of tears? It is all your efforts to write down my inner myths, change me, and give me the superposition of lovesickness. Walking in the sad season, the wind-like heart set sail with you, drifting by your side, but the heart at this moment falls by your side.

Although there are thoughts in your heart, you cannot wait for you. Although there are thoughts in your heart, you cannot wait for me. Although there are dreams in your heart, you cannot express them in front of you. Although there are many words, you cannot talk in front of you. Although tears are always scars, the edges of the scars cannot be hurt again.

There are dreams in words, and tears under time. Dreams set sail for you, and tears are blessings for you. Although they set sail, they cannot enter your heart. Although they write blessings for you, they cannot see your happiness.

A sad heart and tears of sadness walk in the world, you can recognize too little and see through it, and you can't understand it even if you give it alone. I don't know when others can see your own sadness.
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