The hollow diamond cannot absorb the tears of lovesickness, but the sad picture can allow the diamond light to see. At this moment, the mood condenses the sad picture, heart-wrenching tears, and the feeling of rushingness, enters the heart and spreads into the excess dream. I don’t know when there will be autumn, but I don’t know how much warmth will be.

Looking at the tears of sorrow, thinking about the unforgettable journey, walking in the sad dream, I wrote a story of the evening breeze, but dawn often comes to take away the warmth in my heart, put down the tears, making it impossible for me to replenish those tears that have been hurt, and cannot heal the traces in my heart. At this moment, the lovesickness is gone.

The brilliant light writes the myth in my heart, simply describes the intoxicating scene, and cannot gather the past acquaintances. But the understanding at this moment has entered the sky at the cape. The lovesickness in my heart disappears from the face of today with tears, and I don’t know when the way can position the tomorrow in my heart.

The lovesickness in the cup, the acquaintance outside the cup, the gathering of the heart, the traces of words, the accumulation of deeds, the fragrance taste is not the strong wine or the deep love, but the very true dedication of the sacrifice, the confession of words, the clearness of the heart, walking through youth, passing by, accepting the dream of encounter, and tears fell down for this, and the mood gathered in the direction.

The gentle beauty has the taste of seducing the soul, and is entangled with a persistent feeling. She came to the tribe of lovesickness, waiting for the tears to fall, but insisted on marking other people's departure and ideals. Therefore, it differentiates the inner transformation and changes one's own acquaintance. And one's departure has hope. On the road to blessing, tears must be used to irrigate the infatuated memories.

The Tianhe Bridge, by the way, a piece of thought, a piece of knowledge, and a broken thought slowly passed by. The words on the road were slowly picked up and put in their hearts. After a lot of time, they still couldn't stick to the picture of the past. As long as simple words were described in the heart, the accumulation of moods, because it was hard to forget, divides the position on the road, and makes your feelings always reminisce about the mistakes of the past.

In the Acacia Tower, I look at love alone, what is there late or what is there? It all comes and goes into my heart, letting myself recall this life, what is not lost, what is not bad, but what is remembered is that I should not meet, but tears are disobedient, and I have been walking into my heart for the past, which is ringing in the sky, no one knows it, and stops in the corner of the sea without looking at it.

The pervasion of the world, the refusal of time, and the appointment of tears is not clear, or the waiting is not clear. Thinking about the destiny of fate, asking, asking about the cherishing of loss, and what else is worth hiding in others' hearts. It is impossible to use this life's memories to block the pictures of the past and make the traces of one's heart without flaws, but the falling tears cannot hide the loneliness in the heart.

Recalling the lonely corner is a formless ending. There is no gentleness that can replace the deep-rootedness. No parting can continue to gather and disperse. It is a light, the wounds engraved in the heart, the tears falling on the ground, cannot rise up to shine on the desolation in the heart, and cannot correct the confusion ahead. However, the accumulation of mood makes me carry too many tears in the mortal world.

The pictures in the sky, the sad songs, the monotonous taste, but there is no other rhythm. Is the light of thought disappearing or the sound of tears disappearing? Could it be that the path of remembrance can not be interpreted again in my heart? I lamented the difficulty that I have walked before and walked out of the direction in front of me.

Deep feelings, beautiful entries, simple expressions, such tempting words, such sad handwriting, the question and answer of the rain of tears, cannot ask the deepest part of the heart, cannot answer the beauty in the distance, in front of the dream, only lovesickness and infatuation, no feelings for love are lost, and the two look around are wandering because of one person.

Love is not loss, love is not false, because of efforts, because of lovesickness, how can the scene of tears disappear and not let that encounter be buried, because the warm blood in the heart has an eternal melody and wonderful talent, not to mention that one's own accumulation is to create hope on the road and write the happiness in the heart.

Dawn sets forth because of the road of hope, and blessings leave expectations in the evening because of the positioning of time. It is not a busy mistake or a passing road, but your mood is setting sail by your position for yesterday's care, taking steps for your time, and finding a position for your mood.

What you have been waiting for, what you think has been lost, what you see is no longer you, the person in your heart is no longer in front of you, you can only cherish it well, because today's gathering must also interpret tomorrow's separation. Don't miss it, don't lose it, because today's time is unique, today's self cannot retain the efforts you have made, and tomorrow's gain cannot change today's response.

I hide from my heart, hurt my dreams, swallow my tears, and let me wait. There is my shadow in the corner of deception, because the tears cannot wash away the traces in my heart. Is it true to go or be busy, all efforts and achievements, and all gains are made to let tears wash away the scene I have identified. This scene opens, tears come, lovesickness gathers, dreams come.

Listening to the taste of acquaintance, I still cannot interpret the desolation in my heart. Is it because my eyes cannot see clearly, or I cannot understand the words, the path I walk, the words I give, the direction I have thought about, everything has become wandering, a taste of infatuation cannot correct the confusion in my heart, and cannot change my past mistakes. I can only interpret a person's lovesickness in the world.

The plum blossoms fall, the lovesickness, the inner dislocation, the sad scene, the persistent scene, the intoxicating feelings, the distant beauty in the future, the waiting should not be done, or the mistakes made in tears.

Thousands of years have been waiting for thousands of years, and I look back on the changes and people have gone. I waited for the east wind to collect my tears, and I looked at the world alone in the sky. I can't forget drunkenness, my heart is hard to chase, my dream is hard to find, my tears have left, what I am waiting for is the bottomless abyss, but the twists and turns of the tears of lovesickness have been paid for the memories of the past, without asking for anything in return, not asking for anything in reunion, just because of a scene of meeting.

The fragrant nocturne, and at this point, waiting in every way, helpless, the tears at this moment walked into the curtain of lovesickness, opened the scene of the past, it was full of sadness, and confession of tears. It was impossible to tell whether it was wrong or not to meet, because of the persistence of mood and the affirmation of tears, it was determined that the past encounter was the most beautiful scene in the world.

Talk about a song of sadness with your heart, write about a heart-breaking soul with tears, take a step with words and don’t know the corners of the sea, and tell a scene of life recollection with things. Love writes blessings in hope for tears, and feelings express the taste of understanding for truth. Love allows the tears of love to interpret the recognition in the heart, what heaven is there, and what hell is there?
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