The dream of the heart is far away and tasteful, the drunkenness of the mind, the love arises from quietness, asking for directions, the specimens in the dream are beating in the dream. Is it confessing so profoundly, or is it sent so lightly, and it is not seen in the heart, and the tears in the dream fall for the string of longing.

I feel so intoxicated, but my love is very tired, similar simplicity, so obsessed, light delivery intermittently, dark glory, feeling of love, thank you for your tears, the beautiful scenery of talks is still tomorrow's dawn, and the dusk in my heart is still dark, looking at the breeze, watching the continuous laughter, how many tears of love, how many tears of love left, the feeling of falling tears, how many tears of falling tears will be made in my dream to meet a memory of waking up.

A song in the world, and a saying in my heart, there is a response, and it is a feeling of separation. I don’t know how frivolous the time goes, and I don’t know how thorough the scenery changes, whether it is the gorgeousness of the heart, or the brilliantness of the tears, so beautiful, but it is so hard to remember. The past that cannot be traced back, the heart that cannot be connected, and the heart that cannot be connected, the ups and downs of the sadness.

Looking at the heart, dreams are short, tears are endless, and the past is endless, blindly searching and intentionally superimposing, what is found is sadness, what is added to the traces, which makes the fragile heart, what is asked about the road, what is stacked, what is floating, all the hopeless next life, etc., but what is sought after is a simple encounter, and the fate left the part in the heart from then on.

The intoxicated evening breeze cut off the intoxication of the heart, walked into the memories of the dream, pried open the waiting door of the heart, greeted the position of the scar, and dripped the tears in the corner of sadness. When we parted in the sky, we met with a cliff, and we made a break in our emotions. We really misunderstood layout, and quietly warmed the cold floating.

The quiet thoughts, walking in the warm corner and wandering in the sky, the tears floating up are expressed speechlessly, the perceived geometric questions and answers of the conversation, the frequency of cycles makes many sorrows and dreams of falling and falling in love, the yearning for appointments, waiting for you to see again, it is difficult to meet each other, but the dreams you see are so short.

The dream is so ruthless, the heart is so perceived, the fragile steps shake the soul, and the method of giving powerlessly, a sad love is so free and easy, so beautiful, and touching drunkenness, the rain of tears, and the simple steps make the clear mind change the direction of the future.

Tears are so beautiful, love is so drunk, but love is simply haggard. With the faded face, love is buried, and tears of one's own, the sadness of giving, goodbye of knowledge, there is still an autumn, and there is an appointment in my heart. As time disappears, I fall under the scenery when I part.

Tears wipe away the scars for lovesickness, lovesickness composes perceptions for tears, tears have tears of lovesickness, lovesickness has tears of lovesickness, how many lovesickness, a drop of lovesickness, three-life dream, arranging in the world, seeing each other in thoughts, what comes out is the trace, and what comes out is for the promise in the dream.

Love pushes the song of lovesickness, sways the strings of tears, and wins the warmth of the heart. The drunken scenery makes the road of perception so warm, underwrites the taste of light delivery, and the dynamics of confession when farewell, a drunken scene, a heartbeat, a heartbeat, a heartless heart-sweeping, a lovesickness that cannot be jumped out, a tears that cannot be walked away, and a goodbye to give.

The feeling that cannot be answered, the knowledge that cannot be asked, the feelings that are lost in tears, the encounter is dreaming in thoughts, the appointment is so far away, and the departure is so credible, is it a cycle of drunkenness, or is it a beautiful or is it a warmth, warming the lovesick heart, and warming the tears of the appointment.

The weak evening breeze plans the location of the tears, the simple scenery, the warmth of the tears, is it the gift of time, or the retention of tears, the unstoppable waiting, the unstoppable mood, the simplicity, so beautiful, but there are too many traces, too many deep roots, and less the encounter in the heart.

The beautiful heart is broken, the deep and deep, the ruthless goodbye, the appointment again cannot be met again, the simple waiting without agreement is confession, the unknown and the farewell is farewell, the helplessness of the world, the song of the world, the song of the heart is a string, and the sound of the meaning is a refreshing scene.

Such love is boring, and the tears in my heart are asking, the taste is gone, the tears are gone, the tears are gone, how many goodbye can be exchanged for once, how many dreams can be exchanged for simple farewell, whether the thoughts are powerless, or the appointment is gone, the part is gone, the endless appointment of the world, the unsatisfactory appointment, the scene of the unrecognizable meeting.

A broken heart, a feeling of intoxication, a tenderness and tears, how many lovesickness can be made, changes in tears, how the changed heart changes, how the changed heart changes, how the changed tears change, walking on the road, yearning for you, asking how much you understand the thoughts of falling in this life, how much you understand the promises of the next life, and how many perceptions of the promises of the next life.

The weather of mood changes with lovesickness. The casualness of tears marks the crisp bones of condolences. It is the feeling of part, the ruthless fall, the knowledge, the dream of drunkenness, or the gloriousness of walking out without luminous glory. Sometimes dreams, dreams without appointments, sometimes tears, tears cannot wait for the goodbye in the heart.

I was crying when I was waiting, and asked me how many dreams I had made on the road, and when I met the heart, I was looking for tears, and how many thoughts had committed sins. Such a embarrassment is so simple, so tasteless, and the cycle cannot be realized, and the layout in my heart is impossible to interpret, whether it is the turn of time or the search of my heart.

Tears are for falling lovesickness, hearts are for waiting, thoughts are for dreams, words fall down cannot jump out of the melody of goodbye, and time goes out cannot exchange for the past that continues.

The frequency of life tempts the lovesickness that tempts tears and warms the heart. Walking in the scenery of time, your heart can change and be in a dream. Even if it is difficult to see you again, the brilliance that comes out cannot adjust the layout of lovesickness and cannot rewrite the fall of tears. This is the eternity of this life and the expectation of the next life.

Don’t ask about the difficulties in tears, don’t seek the pain of longing, a cup of lovesickness for a lifetime, a promise of seeing each other again, a change of heart is hard to say, a tears of thoughts flicker in an instant, forget the coldness of thoughts into the wind, keep the emotions in peace, the soul is not thoroughly broken through the bones, knowing hundreds of questions, predicting that the moon is stringy, the song is short and the tears are long and the heart is sad, the mind grabs the soul and dreams are engraved.

The breeze is tears, the dream of rapid rain, the meeting is with people, tears tell the morning of drunken plum blossoms, Geometrically, the eyes change, a word in the words, a dream in the heart, the thoughts depict sad thoughts, gentle tears in the heart, measuring the drunken past, is to let go, cannot live without the wound in the heart, and abandon, and cannot lose the glory of the dark and brightness.

The breeze of time slips away from thoughts. Walking in the corner of the heart is the charm of the wind, the frequency of love, so free and easy, so wonderful, and the perception of melody, so beautiful and radiant, intimate and quiet, depicting the past in the heart, and gentle compassion. When you look, you feel fragility, first-class, and cold greetings.
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