A fragile heart passes through beautiful pictures, a intoxicating incompleteness that is intended to make up for the innocence that does not belong to you, perceive the changeable lovesickness, how weak a layout hurts people and shed tears, what she fell is a graceful portrayal of lovesickness, depicting the unremembered heart that is hard to meet others. Walking under the vicissitudes of time, a rare scenery always drifts into dreams.

The ethereal world walks in the traces of meetings, writes down sadness and throws away lovesickness, but uses the eternity of tears to exchange for the yearning for this world, and quietly takes away the happy time, giving gifts to the seasons that are difficult to settle for, is it difficult to make up for the powerlessness, or is it difficult to recall the frequency of the road that is difficult to go out of direction, the inseparable truth, and a heart that belongs to tears.

Ticking with the lovesickness that has gathered and dispersed, the lowered heart is waiting, the dream of knowing is feeling, looking at the waiting time, I can't get out of the coldness of my thoughts, a sad song plays the sad breeze. It's the heart that has a melody, but I can't find my own entry. When I ask, my heart will be drunk, and I wait for tears to fall, and I wait for others to return, and the tears that fall will not return.

Lovesickness is so calm, tears are so balanced, the heart trapped by love, the traces of dreams, the simple love in the heart, how many scars have been left, walking in the gentle thoughts, the time spent in exchange for sadness in the heart, walking in the helpless season, what you get is fragile traces, letting the inseparable tears hover on the road of lovesickness, one after another, and tears wash away the lovesickness of the past.

Perceive the familiar melody and the difficult mood to reach is the feeling on the road, the dreams in the words will be forgotten, the lost lovesickness, the intermittent tears, the familiarity of the past, how many roads will be needed, writing the coming and going at this time, the strangeness coming is so hurtful, the intermittent lyrics express not the traces in the heart, but simply depicting the frequency of soft voices in the familiar lovesickness.

The expression of worry, the hurtfulness of the scenery, the lamp in the heart is the tears of lovesickness gathering the appointment in the dream, and the vertical and horizontal lines of time slowly extract the warmth of thoughts, and use the yearning in words to give farewell to the direction. Walking on the road of no fate, the more drunk the heart is, the more tears there are to ask about the gift of lovesickness, and answer the confession of confession.

Walking in the hopeless season, feeling the traces in your heart are difficult to recognize, fragile hurts people, and slowly sinking, is it the destiny in your heart to express, or the passive thoughts, the pain of walking hurts people, waiting for tears, is it the innocence, or the suffering of lovesickness, a cruelty that is difficult to accomplish, and a beauty in your heart, if there are too many traces, there will be so much hurt.

If you want to ask, how deep are the tears, but lovesickness is shallow. If you really hurt people, why do you have to walk out so many touching people? What should go, what should go, what should come, but you can't let the fate of lovesickness express your destiny in your heart. When you walk in the heart of time, you will have as much sleepiness as you come and go.

The mail in the heart, the separation of the swinging direction, the intermittent parting, expressing deep memories, the shadow is still circulating, and the gathering of the remaining dreams is so short, but the tears always belong to the yearning for lovesickness. A road, the road is intoxicated in the heart, a beauty, beauty is in the past yearning for people, a wound, and a wound is never met again when there is an appointment.

The frequency in the heart is playing the song of reminiscence, whether it is accompaniment or a lyrics of an appointment, in such a portrayal, how can you not cry and miss it? Is the dispersion of the heart still gathering, or the farewell of the gift of the heart has always warmed the wounded heart, it is tears, always in the sad season, it is hurt, it is always so easy to rise and fall.

Love is simple and eternal. With the appointment of time, having a beauty is an innocent gift, and having a falsehood is a heart-willing wait. The appointment that cannot be waited for, the false cannot be seen again, and the heart cannot be realized. The tears of lovesickness have always been laid out with lies, expressing the scars in the heart, describing the oaths whenever there are other vows and expressing the promises of the past.

The only love in my heart is simple and hard to part with. Although my thoughts are very warm, it cannot explain the separation heart. That fragility and that once were gifts of time. Since I have accepted the joy of vicissitudes, there are songs to welcome sadness. The warmth of my thoughts is, the deeper my heart is, and the farthest lovesickness is, the tears always fall in the sad season.

I think of walking in the sad season and tears in the warm thoughts. Although there is no appointment on the road, there are still dreams in the future. The night I waited for is so beautiful. What is even more difficult to think is that the night I exchanged for scars needs the perception of dawn to accompany the past in my heart, and give way to the road. From then on, I have more appointments in my heart, and let the words go so hurtful.

Eternal lovesickness cannot measure the tears in the heart, simple sadness cannot express the separation given by time, the pain is deep, because the waiting heart, dream is an appointment, because of the change of promise, walking on the road of another, there is still a road in my heart, how can a meeting appear in front of me? It is an appointment and no longer meeting, and it is a memory of tears.

Thoughts are walking, hearts are waiting, walk out of farewell to welcome sadness, waiting hearts, always depicting the past in my heart, knocking on the traces of coldness, and confessing promises, unable to promise the vows at this moment, is the sinking of appointments, or the sorrow of waiting, and the everlasting question and answer of meeting in this world, that road, no thoughts on the road but heart, that dream, no words in the appointment, and no words in love.

The sad time, the fragile heart, the short-term lovesickness, so hurtful, I scolded this confession, and said the confession in my heart, and couldn't wait for the meeting in my mind. It was really using my heart. Tears were shallow, and the lovesickness deeply cut through the traces in my heart. Walking on the helpless road, I recognized that meeting could not sail together, and waited for tears to accompany me.

Waiting for the beauty that does not belong to the heart, the scenery accompanied by the sun, but walking in the difficult time with sad thoughts, asking your heart, missing you without saying a word, asking your tears, asking your heart silently, making a call in the thoughts, and the tears answer in the time. Lovesickness is simple, and there are still many sufferings in the heart, how short your thoughts are and how far away your tears are.

The heart doesn't understand, and the thoughts are returned to the voice, a dream, a short time destroys the appointment in the heart, is it a confession given by tears, or a farewell to lovesickness, a love is so hurtful, a feeling is so intermittent, a gentle question, a heart beating, a thought is so silent, and a vow falling from tears, who can promise the confession in the heart?

The thoughts cannot leave, the tears cannot flow, the heartbeat is to remember for lovesickness, and what is waiting for is to break the traces of the sad season warming the heart, open the memories in the heart, protect the past of thoughts, accompany the yearning in the heart, walk in the confession of the past, and wait for the time I wait, and answering all the time, I can't find the beauty of the past, and the answer is indeed a sad and light gift.
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