I rejected a name called Pursuit, gave up a street crossing where I was waiting, and put on a tearful wound on my back, promised a destiny of no fate, and gave a farewell letter to the next life, the appointment of the moonlight escorted the wound, the four seasons accompanied by the haggardness of the sky, the face changed the traces of the heart, the wind and moon changed the taste of tears, the longing jumped into the emotions of the game, the tears of words became the greetings of dawn, the blood of the deeds created an unforgettable ferry, and the song of parting was written in the dream.

Who shed tears for the heart? It slipped too many injuries, said goodbye in the traces, but it was hard to say goodbye in the heart, but it was impossible to get rid of the tears of confession, the stopped face kept abandoning the arrival of tears, the ending in the heart, it was difficult to reach beyond the thoughts, it was too difficult to meet, it was too easy to make an appointment and parting, it was hurt, drunk, and tears flowed, and the traces of longing and dreams, and the sadness also passed. This time allowed the waiting heart to continue to walk in the promise of tears, writing simple, and not to understand.

Listen to the lyrics of tears, singing the flowers of lovesickness, the beautiful warmth cannot warm the result of heartbreak, the ending of thoughts does not have the clear words, the wind and moon of words turn and promises, longing is still wandering, tears accompany the result of making mistakes, heartbeat has never heard of, longing has been falling, flowers have worked hard to gather fragility, and tears have lost tears, and have waited for the past, and missed the flowers, so this is the sustenance of tears.

Draw a farewell without a face, let the photos in my heart commemorate the longing of tears, the promised gift is not the diamond of oath, but the remaining dream of the wind and moon is still read when you meet other fate, let the destined tears bloom away the traces in my heart to imitate the confession of the play, the waiting for the description, the scene of the painting is not as beautiful as before, but it also shows the brilliance of the dream, and is attached to the beginning of thoughts, but cannot rise up the expression of the past, say goodbye to many tears, but cannot say goodbye to the words in front of you again.

My eyes were once behind the flowers of persistence, tied to the shackles under the moon, and I could not meet the happiness in my heart. My thoughts were warm and dancing the whirlpool of sadness. I read a word, and I dreamed again. When I walked thousands of miles away, the result of attachment, the fragility under the flowers, the sound of loneliness, listening to the tears of love, what kind of touch, the happiness of words, saying that I lost too much, tears passed, the whirlpool of sadness was still so fragile, waiting to eliminate my face, lose my heart marks, and cut off my promise of lovesickness.

I endured the encounter, but shed tears at the prescribed time, breaking the fatigue of my heart, and nostalgic for the powerlessness of the moment. The cold thoughts in my heart condensed the sad ending. The warm breath was difficult to find the North Pole of my own. Listening to love saying giving up, walking in the weaving weaving, the destiny was filled with a pledge, the heart of reading, but I was unhappy and said goodbye to my heart. Tears were so simple, but yearning was so difficult.

Heart-wrenching waiting, warm street intersection, looking at familiar notes, writing down the happiness of tears, waiting for drunkenness, longing floating in the mirror, who deceived lovesickness, sweeping away the contradictions of the heart, the unburned past, the unopened encounter, such a mood, who described the tears that were given too much, the joy of sweet words could not deceive this already hurt heart, the scenery of the past, and the remnant dreams of opera.

You said tears will flow, I said my heart will hurt, fate will fade away, and it will be destined to gather, the rain in the world will fall, and it is difficult for the people in front of you to see each other again. Close the dawn of the wind and moon, but accept the evening of time. My heart is tired and my thoughts are thinner, and the color of reading is fading, but the setting sun leaves the ocean in my heart, writing a letter of tears, nostalgia of the world, nostalgia of this love, the misty rain, the wandering in my heart, there is no corner of the world, and I have always rely on fearless choices.

The longing is a midnight when I am leaving, and the appointment of longing is written behind the bank dream. What kind of vows are there at the end, what kind of destiny is destined to be forever, holding the hugs of the past, can't contain the traces in my heart, accommodate the dancing tears, and is destined to write bleeding waiting. The lamp of longing cannot illuminate the sparks in my heart, tortures the breakup without fate, but cannot use the bank dream to burn this difficult result.

When I dream, I remembered the promise, but when I waited, I was silent, and I couldn't bear to let go of tears, and I couldn't reach lovesickness. A heart could not lock in the wandering of longing. The quiet promise carried the sad love debt. The ordinary heart of the world of the world fell into an undestined endgame for each other. Asked the dream, after Xu Hongchen's tears, several people asked, asking about fate, and when Xu thoughts could reach the side of longing, a cup of water, a thousand sadness, and the feelings of the face could not sweep away the tears of the dream.

Looking at the cycle of the past, looking for the past meeting, the promised oath has gone without a shadow, looking at the tears in front of you, reading the dream in your heart, the haggardness in the wind, the experience in the rain, who is foolishly walking in your heart waiting for sadness, the heart falls in love with regret, the dream waits for tears in love, washes out the language of longing, wipes away the fragility of traces, and is still waiting for the miracle in your heart, the dream sheds tears with sadness, and the words go away without continuing the dream period.

Holding the world of the past, letting the indifference of longing start holding hands with strangers, pieced together the dream of wounds, but letting time wipe away the tears and hover on the edge of the traces, looking at the love song that cannot happen, the city I yearn for goes further and further away, praying for the signs of swallowing, but cannot resist the embrace of time, drunken pace, but not as good as before, but can only let the past change the eternity in my heart, and the unrepeated separation quietly enters the tearful appointment.

Tears wash away the world and never grow old. I wait for the end of my thoughts, but there is no clear evening. Tears are the best ending. I look forward to the waiting of the starry sky, the feelings surrounding my heart. The candlelight wipes away the influence of prayer and transcends the waiting of touch. The phone number of opera has never started. Yesterday, the medicine for the future is about to wipe away the tears of today. The scars on my face have quit the confession of the oath and promises.

The forbidden area of ​​harassment cannot escape, the mad breath abandons the tears of this life, keeps the weaving of crazy love, simple goodbye cannot see the eternity in my heart, subtle pride cannot be late to look back, heart-warming but giving all the unimportant, longing accompanied by the coquettishness in my heart, enduring the bad reading, failed eyes never left, silently unable to step down, and sometimes looking forward to the insignificant arrival.

The longing destroys the tenderness of tears, pretends to practice the familiar dialogue, the frank dependence is replaced by time, the lights that have been waiting for throughout their lives have been sleepless in the sorrow of dawn and evening, and signed a treaty with a beating heart and dreams, and the heart-warming concern has become the listener of this world, one world, two or two, the moon describes the promise of rings, and cannot open the envelopes in the heart.
Chapter completed!