The confused time, the intoxicating soul, the romantic moon song, walk into the heart, cross the edge, build fate in the five directions, create thoughts and scenery, romantic mood, love you, walk in the steps of Brahma, write down the tune of you and me walking together, talk loudly for a lifetime, and do whatever you want to drink and sing.

My heart will hurt, because the tears of lovesickness are heavy, my dreams will light, because the smell of waiting disappears. God has passed by the words and confessions of the words, and our results will never be known when we can see the harvest.

The time of love goes quickly, the time of hurt comes late, where is my true nature, how can I find my dreams? In this scarred world, I accept sadness, see helplessness, what kind of scenery sets me off. What kind of love makes me stop, the stop of time, the circumference of time, I am wrong, crying, sad mood, and warm tears.

I have walked more and seen less. The steps of lovesickness have entered the heart. The time of thoughts is crisscrossing on the edge of time. I am powerless to keep it. I am powerless to look back. What I see is the end of the world and the corners of the sea. I continue to wait in a place where I have no chance. In the end of autumn and winter, I still protect lovesickness, but I cannot see the warmth in my heart.

The sad handwriting, the falling dream rain, how much effort has accumulated the journey, how much cherishing cannot be returned to you. The broken sea cliff, the bitter dream of the sky, a piece of lovesickness, this encounter is a myth, this song of heavenly sound, and a beautiful painting, intoxicating, tears of separation and reunion, looking at the building, watching the night sky alone and thinking about the past, looking back at the authorities' words, too many lyrics, too much confusion, and deep rich meanings, which have glued the sky and lost hearts.

The curled heart, intoxicating love, and fatigue in the heart have accumulated traces. At the beginning, the lakeside, there was no thoughts from the beginning. Is it unclear tears or the unclear on the road, all the past and all the changes are all in the spreading song of the heart, ruining the fate of the world because there is no destined agreement.

The confused breeze walks into the cape, comes to the heart building, throws away the intoxication, floats and spreads, it is the gathering of tears, the destiny of fate, but lacks the time for combination, and the dialogues made by pay become unclear, the gains are clear, the modifications are unclear, is the wrong starting point, or the memories waiting for cannot retain the scenery of the past.

The vast mood, my love, the warmth of persistence, the fragility of sadness, is it the powerlessness of the wind, or the unclearness of the tears, the confused thoughts, the intoxicating feelings, there is still a warmth, there is still a warmth in the tears, there is no reality in the dream, and the evening when we set out lacks the continuation of nostalgia.

The sad heartache, the blurred words, how many separations and reunions are recorded, how many emotions are drunk in the present, how many dreams are seen in front of you, how many can you hide, how can you helplessly, is it unclear words or incoherent words, all gather and accumulate, when you gather, you are helpless, when you miss me, you cry when you are too tired, you are entangled in your past acquaintance.

The dream soul is there, the heart is undirected, the farewell of tears, the departure of love, and the choice is to give tears, rather than to search for it persistently, because I don’t know how to perform again, and the sacrifice of tears, the modification of pictures, and the adjustment of location cannot correct the change of mood.

The love that cannot be waited for, the fate that cannot be imagined, what else can I wait for? It is a sky, the fragrance of the weather, never paying attention to the mistakes of people coming and going, but the inner change is always paying attention to the circulation of the weather, the mood on the road, the combination of words, the accumulation of time, the gathering of lovesickness, and the falling of tears are all under this sky.

The weak words touch the ignorant mood, the fragrance and intoxicating lovesickness take away tears and leave sadness. Is it the destruction of dreams or the destiny of fate, get memories, lose tears, give truth, understand the mood, but let the scenery you have walked forever in this life and spread on the road of this life.

Sorry, tears are broken, true ending, all the past, the words that have passed, the tears that have come to mind, this is a simple effort, holding the continuous words to recall, and reminisce about the scenery I have walked through, not clear, not recorded, I have said that I will not miss you, but I insisted on crying, and I will not be sad, but I have always told myself not to regret.

The sun in the sky, the dreams in my heart, what else is not to think about, what is waiting for is sadness, what is looking for is fragility, that distance, that end of the world, there is my lovesickness and no tears, the people in my heart are not the way they used to be, the mood now is not the beauty they used to be, there is more sadness and waiting.

The consolidation of the sky is my lovesickness, the water drops of the sea are superimposed on my tears. There is no you on the road, what else can I wait in my heart, what else can I find in my dreams, waiting for you to have tears, thinking of you like dreams, everything, the tears of lovesickness gathered my time, but without your injection, it is my destiny that lacked fate.

The heart of love is fragile, and those who are waiting don’t know, and any hugs are lost in yesterday’s arms. I really feel the feeling, the sadness is drunk, I don’t know in my dreams, but I don’t have the chance to cry. There is still a destiny in my heart. What is the fate to move forward? Because today’s fate has been lost in yesterday’s destiny.

A ignorance, a period of knowledge, a dream, a love, a confession of tears, a melody of mood, this is the color of myth, this is the creation of the world, my heart, my tears, our destiny, you pull my tears forward, I am waiting for the past encounter.

I wait for the plain river water, and I look forward to the persistent mood. You are the most beautiful lovesickness in my tears. I am the interlude of your life. But this song makes me remember this life and will never forget this life. On the way forward, a lot of lovesickness and tears continue to replenish the pictures of the past because of the past encounter.

What are the expectations and love, how many lovesickness can be seen in the distance? Dreams on the Broken Soul Cliff are helpless, and sadness is gone in tears. The strong mood keeps the fall of lovesickness, simple tears comfort the past efforts, the mood on the road, the road in the heart, the mood cannot change the mood on the road, but the mood changes its whereabouts.

Whatever you say, what goodbye, all the past lets tears wash away lovesickness, can't finish the scenes of the past, can't finish the infatuated jokes, wait is true, think too deeply, can't keep time, and cannot stop because you are still moving forward, and time has never stopped because of me.

It is true to love a sentence, and it is difficult to love a word. There is no real fate in the sea of ​​love. Falling in love is destined to have no companions. One step is missing a dream, and tears are engraved in the sky.
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