All living beings, the tears of lovesickness under the Bodhi tree condense the fate of the world, and doom you and me to meet each other, your reluctantness, mine has lost, because of recognition, and the company of all scenery. It is not because of shallowness or high thoughts, but because there is still a tomorrow. If you are wrong, then there is no clear idea in your heart. If you pass, you will not want to wait for the sadness of crying again.

The east wind washes away the tenderness in my heart, the interrogation in the mail is not tightly tied, the thought of gathering and dispersing, the love of separation and reunion, the tears still have a fate, the infatuation is still a part of my life, lovesickness is destined to have you, the peaceful promise, the wandering words, the intoxication in my heart, the tears shed are countless, the gentle lovesickness is shallow, and the memories are deep on the road.

Counting the romance of the past, with a thin mood, the journey that cannot be let go, the wandering that cannot be together, the tears that cannot be let go, the attachment of the world in this life, waiting for the scene of the next life to meet. It is so difficult to enjoy the drunken scenes together, and taste it with a faint taste. I wrote my blessings tightly on my fingers, and let go of the tears of lovesickness. The ups and downs of my heart are infused with the gathering of my soul yesterday.

The moon turns and the stars are rare and desolate. The sad wandering circles around the space of worry. The lonely cape fades away a piece of sadness, a scene of intoxication, sadness in the encounter, and intoxicated in the time of tears.

The indescribable sadness, the tears that are hard to fall, what to say innocence, what to talk about, the memories that are exchanged for youth leave behind are indifferent, endless torture, inseparable acquaintances, an indelible warmth, an unintentional love, nostalgia in the heart, and spreads in the vertical and horizontal lines of time.

The sadness continues, the sadness leaves memories, the encounter leaves lovesickness, everything, the loss of knowing, the regret of understanding, and what else is worth protecting? There is still a meeting that spreads in the heart, is it the gentleness of love, or the confession of tears, the confession of words, the flying deeds, everything is destined to disappear on the edge of fate.

The sad parting, the continuous jokes, the lovesickness of the past cannot spread in the heart, and how can the words in front of you continue the separation of the past, the tears that are close to you, the lovesickness of the world, step by step, it cannot hold back the romance of the past, and it cannot cut off the simple talk in the heart, one true, one goodbye, the separation is really hard to see again, moving forward is yesterday's memory, and waiting is the sadness in the future that continues to interpret the future.

The fragrant nocturne, the intoxicating dream road, and falling in love with simple pictures is my dedication, walking on the edge of time, my tears, the warmth around me, all the destiny, the blessings written, and the hope in my heart, walking in the spreading thoughts, minus the tears outside my heart, and falling in love.

I opened the tears in my heart and fell the seeds of affection. The ups and downs of the words had a drifting mood. The silent Luo Xin danced the time in my ears and ears, and could not talk about the songs of the past. The longing in my heart, the hovering in my tears, the murmurs were added step by step, and the myth of yesterday rose up. The accumulated time of dedication began, and there were memories ahead.

The waves in the heart are stacked and warm feelings are sprinkled. The heavy is truth and the light is love. The gentleness of cherishing is walking in the heart of the progress, leaving a real picture, and the dedication of tears, simple wandering, walking by your side, cannot express the words in your heart, and many deeds accumulate, but cannot add to the sadness of traces.

The red sparks and the sunshine step by step are all about giving without asking for reward. The traces of the heart, the hiding in the words, the tears, lovesickness, how many gatherings and changes, the waiting in the heart cannot be changed, the continuous mood, today, and the waiting in the heart is because of yesterday's departure.

The dependence of the past and the retreat of time, I am still on the edge of lovesickness, and the tears fall, and the waiting in my heart cannot be reduced. My heart continues, and my words fail, but the past deeds cannot be changed. Now my heartbeat continues with the continued yesterday, and still lets the mood gently help my lovesickness.

The accumulation of yesterday is held in my heart, and the warmth of the present is hidden in my words. On the road of reminiscence, simple steps, ups and downs, and spreading heart songs, gentle in the sky, but there is my end of the world. Without your corner, your fate is not my destiny, my journey is destined to have your disappearance.

The thoughts that cannot be let go, the time that cannot be kept, the meeting that is waiting, how many tears accumulate, how many memories spread, walking in the vertical and horizontal lines of time, you and I cannot meet, but I can only use my own heart to accumulate your and my companions. The dialogue between you and my words continues in my heart, waiting for the yesterday that I can't wait for.

Love is wrong, I have gone through it, I have gained lovesickness, I have lost tears, I have searched for hope on the road of happiness, but I cannot get a clear beginning. The ending that others tell is not what I want to hear, but I always mark my own route in other people's words on my own road. The traces have disappeared from prosperity and temperature, and have been lost on the edge of encounter early.

The elegant charm, sad feelings, clear beauty of wandering, the scenery of rising from the sea, and the endless moonlight, but the warmth that disappears in the heart, the experience of lovesickness, the scene of mercy, a scene of separation, the sorrow of gathering and separation, the picture of happiness, the necklace of time, but the mood of meeting, untitled interpretation of the heart, unintentional photo.

Someone knows the nine banks of the Tianhe River. The dream of lovesickness with a string fell into the love sea of ​​the east wind, the immortal point of cultivation at the south gate, the sound of heaven, the sound of the earth makes words, and then change things from all directions. How can you talk about the beauty of the world? Every word is the heart, the spreading mood, the drunken start, the tenderness is deeply engraved, the end of the conversation will bring love, gather for a while, parting for a lifetime, tears wash away lovesickness, spread the parting hook, and sing the spring and autumn.

The ending is the beginning, there is no tomorrow at the beginning. With the call of time, I am walking in the company of thousands of scenery. My wounds have been obtained, tears have washed away my lovesickness. The simple steps are endless and the hurried steps cannot keep my memories of the past.

With my heart, I will save you your ability, meet at the corner of the sea, make dreams from the end of the world, and make a farewell to the truth, wait for no regrets, meet without complaints, have a period of infatuation, give love and hate songs. A scene of meeting this world love, cross and explore the city of heaven again, and keep the year together. The sky is destined, the earth is destined, you have a fragrance, and I am like intoxicated.

People are priceless, money is worth it, selfishness is hard to fall, intention is difficult to mark the price of the sky, infatuation can be caused by people, change is all due to words. It is hard to overcome the sound of hurt, things can change the mind, heaven can change the spirit, qi can change the mind, and earth can change the mind according to people. Only when there is movement can there be ability, only when there is knowledge can there be concentration, and return without form, and there is a partial form.

Thoughts are not far away, they are in the heart, tears are not far away, they are just a short distance, they are not high, they change because of knowledge, they do not have dreams, and they still have to sleep. I really don’t know, the fake is too strange, and I think too well, it is hard to predict that the road is too long, the mind is traveling thousands of miles, people are changing, wisdom is changing, and thoughts are changing, because ahead.
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