The pure white and light-free water drifted in my heart, portraying a wonderful and beautiful story. The people in my hometown have feelings and truth, and the words in the story are in my mind. Because my heart is beating and my deeds are wandering, I move forward like a picture, but I cannot advance and retreat like TV---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The navigation line of the summoning leads my thoughts to the clarity of tears, a gentleness and browsing, but the familiar melody cannot portray the love in my heart. Is it true that I have no fate or the heart's sadness? When the words are sad and cold, I cannot play the song in my heart and walk towards the current path.

A silent brush can disappear the color of memory, but it cannot be dyed into traces in the heart. The careless tears, the confused misaligned password have sadness to abandon. The mail that is loaded with weight is lost in a helpless position. The tears can't speak the way of the deeds, is it a busy change, or a stop to perceive, and all the movements, a step in the corner, in the sky or in the heart.

Looking at the autumn wind will break, thinking about people will change, but being careful of being haggard, who can see the desolate smell, feel the loss of the feeling, the flow in the heart, the knocking of words, the disappearance of longing, wandering around the angry side but having the warmth of happiness, is it a warm blessing or a lovely hope, when it is destined, you can still know the arrival of fate.

The promise is in the corner of the heart but looking at the crying of the ends of the world. Tears are really fragile, but the feelings of love and tears are never able to express the taste of emotion, while the feelings of longing and tears are not able to get the condolences of encounters. Walking in the vertical and horizontal lines of time, who is pulling the feelings of love and who is the tears of feeling fall for.

The murmuring heart, the words can't measure the eternity in the heart, and the melodiousness of losing promises can't be felt elsewhere. When you leave the tears and return to the corner of lovesickness, you will understand the taste of sadness. All the sensitivity freezes the expectation of heart because of the desolation of things, and a desolate cycle cannot interpret the melody of temptation.

When looking at the stars north, what is unforgettable is the past, a star and a dream, a heart and a person, and a position circulates many words, but people cannot be located, and they can only ask the tears of lovesickness to interrogate the journey they have walked, not for the future, not answer the past, but only spread the past in their hearts, interpreting the encounter between two people in one person.

The dream in the middle of the night knocks on the curtain of longing, opening the door of desolate fate, but cannot compose the melody of destiny. Is it a beautiful loss or a brilliant and rainbow-free cycle? When time leaves and the local area is abandoned, the words in my heart keep circulating, there is no lost past, the journey that has not been completed, it is difficult to enter your heart.

There is a deserted city in the corner looking north, and the deliberate corner shows the silence of grief and anger, the murmuring emotions are touched and realized, and only when you have the heart, you will cry and leave quietly. In a short combination, the tears of leaving cannot continue the promise of the past, and the lovesickness of the combination cannot change the desolation of the current dynasty.

The sad dreams are entangled with tears of feeling and falling by the side of lovesickness. All the spring and autumn wanderings are in the pessimistic and warm position of the heart, circulating with the monotonous smell, is it the ignorance of tears or the helplessness of feeling? All changes have a brightness, and all traces have a spring.

The sad charm pierces into my nose, and walks through my heart and enters the river of longing, wandering gently on the edge of tears, unable to express the destined gains and losses, unable to part with feelings, the feelings in my heart change and place, the feelings in my heart are doomed in the direction of love.

The evening breeze of love enters the position of dawn, and chooses around the traces in the heart, walking in the misunderstanding of sadness, while the heart falls without feeling, tears fall without sound, and the cycle of thoughts walks in the difficult-to-injection destined to write a picture of no fate. The heart is no longer the feeling of the past, and there is no picture of the past.

The sad autumn wind pierces into the sad city, and a charming feeling has a separation and reunion song. When the sound is broken, when the vertical and horizontal lines of time fall in front of you, all moods are gentle and destined to be destined to be destined in the sad and deserted city. The light written is not warm, and there is still a knowledge of the spring and autumn you deal with.

The sad picture is engraved with my heartstrings, pulling an attractive tone and rotating in the hopeless deserted city. Walking under the perception of no melody, a piece of regret has the true love, a piece of fragrance expresses decisive pain, and tears are clear, and there is still a clear understanding in the heart.

The tears of paying off on the intoxicating paintings burn the endless lovesickness, lit the wrong corner of disappointment, looked at the sad and beautiful abandonment, stood in the lonely corner, guarding the unrequited fate, hanging on the destiny of ignorance. Who can hear the tears of lovesickness, who can see the fragile world, and the deep-rooted song of the mortal world has never been a soundless song.

The indescribable tenderness has a deep sorrow, which portrays sadness but can only use tears to cover up the lovesickness in the heart. The painting tells the farewell in the warm corner, a little confused, but keeps looking for the wrong password. When you can, but you cannot deliberately interpret the efforts you have done, how fragile and powerless it is.

The light of time burns in the world of the heart and then carves a scene of sadness. What falls is lovesickness and tears waiting for. Without the pictures of the past, the efforts of the heart can be paid off, the spread of thoughts can still be counted neatly, and all the talks, the spread of the tears, the writing is not clear, but the sadness is seen.

What reasons can determine the excuses in your heart, what words can say goodbye to love, what tears can dye a city of love, when the rainbow of time drifts away, the gentleness of the mood begins to struggle in the sad mood, the pain of the heart burns, the fate of love begins, but the source of the heart has always made the East remove the thoughts from the relationship.

A gentle farewell, a cycle of perception, traveling through the world of time, but giving up the embankment in my heart. All perceptions surround the warm fragrance and wandering on the road of hope of ups and downs. Is it a feeling animation or a commentary of love, the fate of the world is at the end of the world, the edge of the word is at the corner, when there is no time to meet in the sky, and the scenery in the heart begins to cycle in the undestined years.

The poisons of compassion depict the invasion of love, letting thoughts burn on the road of lovesickness, and soar in the tears sky with the wings of dreams. When the rainbow line on the sky disappears from the company of thousands of scenery, when there is no heart at the end of the world, there is also the hope of infatuated waiting and blessings.

The evening breeze of the night rain has the desolation of early arrival. When the soul of the mortal world is drunk on the snow, when the fragility is dyed into a rainbow, when the lovesickness in my heart is expressed in tears, a lot of nostalgia is a song without sound, a single song of a thought cycle, step into the fragrance, but there is no warmth of the season, walk into the scenery, and still no love as before. The soul sheds tears in front of the heart, lowers her head and looks at the sad shadows and grows up.

The tired time prys open my heart, open my thoughts, and spread the desolate past, but I want to raise the sails in my heart to run for tomorrow. The position of time tolerate my thin heart for a moment, but the warmth that will not stay for a lifetime belongs to me.
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