The confusing indifference, persistent feelings, and confession of tears are the gathering of words and the farewell of tears. All the destiny is written on the edge of yearning, gorgeous words, the taste of distress, unforgettable tears, and some are condensed on the edge of disappointment.

In the waiting for love and the yearning for words, my heart is looking at, my tears are entangled, longing for that charming place, the seductive prosperity, the sadness of walking, the feeling of breaking, and the helplessness of the heart, walking in the ruthless picture.

Looking up at the gorgeous mood and short thoughts, the passionate lovesickness spreads, and the intoxicating corner of the beautiful tears, how much effort gathers the memories of love, the feelings of giving, the lovesickness obtained, the tears shed, how many people understand, and how much understanding they are, they don’t know.

My heart is waiting, my tears cannot keep the company of time, my responsibilities are written on the edge of the sky, my efforts, my wandering, quiet support, I lifted off so much prosperity, walking at the end of the world, looking at the helplessness in the corner, writing about the destiny of helplessness. A touching heart, love in the scenery, falling lovesickness, and tears that cannot be given, but I keep walking in that scene of meeting. Is it the affirmation of the responsibility or the simple and unclear, all the destiny disappears in the sky of fate.

Tempting words, wandering scenes, tearful confessions, unclear confessions, everything, destiny, fate, and how much loss are there, but what is gained is lovesickness and tears.

My no longer, the endless time, the eternal legend, the traces in my heart that cannot be worn, the tears falling, some sad songs and sadness, a seductive song, a direction of obsession, there is still hope in my heart, how to write blessings in tears.

The words of vain, simple tone, some confusions are inseparable from the tribe of lovesickness, and they cannot meet each other before. The ending of everything is still destined, and the continuing below is still destined.

Try to let go, what you can't help is lovesickness, what you can't stop is tears, what you can't wait is happiness, what you can't imagine is disappointment, what you can't imagine is disappointment, what you are so attractive, what you are beautiful, and you can't experience the journey you have ever walked.

The words in my heart, the confession of tears, the efforts I thought about, all the waiting, what I waited for was not satisfactory, what I thought about was not much understanding, all the efforts I thought about wrote the ending, but I could not continue to interpret the half-scenes of the past.

I am waiting, I am looking at it, and the heart of waiting will have traces. The tears of looking at me keep asking about the past, but the arrangements at this moment cannot interpret the past disappointment. My journey is on the left side of the words, my own look at each other, and I walk on the right side of the waiting.

We are persistent, and we have so many ways to condense tears today and tomorrow, disappear from yesterday's unclearity, and can only use the words of tears to supplement yesterday's interpretation.

There is still a world in waiting, and there is a corner in each other, and my sky disappears beside you, your destiny is written in my lovesickness, my lifeblood, I give with tears, raise the mood of waiting, and change the direction of progress.

How to live in your destiny, what is wrong, what is waiting for is loss, what is thinking is nothing wrong, but what is missed now and everything is destined to be, there is no company of fate, what is waiting for, what is still the fate, what is still the part.

I miss you, I am waiting for others, my persistence is crying, my lovesickness is at the end of fate, but the gentle mood always protects the scenery we have walked through.

The melodiousness of the world and the wandering, what's the edge? Tears are full of the pictures of the past. The beginning of dawn, without my ending, without my evening, without my destiny.

I dream of dreams without medicine, wait for the truth, be persistent until I get old, think well, don’t want it, wait for the truth, don’t get drunk, wait today, look tomorrow, who will understand who will understand? Continue to look at yesterday, who will understand.

Waiting for drunkenness, tears of thought, all the pride, and what happiness can be found? My heart is starting with persistence, my dreams are constantly waiting. My words cannot change the tears of yesterday, and my destiny cannot compose today's fate.

What mountains can travel through moods, what tears can move yesterday's changes, and now the words have entered the edge of the traces, unable to talk about the sadness of the past, unable to understand today's efforts, and unclear everything, and walk in the process of not understanding.

I can't find the change of my mood, I can't correct the spread of words, the powerlessness of my mood, the ruthlessness of my tears, how many distances have disappeared from then on, how many confessions have changed to helplessness.

Think about how old people will grow old, and the tears are not over. Lovesickness will accompany you for a lifetime, waiting for a lifetime to pursue you for a lifetime. There is still a dream in this life, and there is still a truth in this life. Everything changes and all the rise and fall are simple deceptions, and the ending cannot be changed.

You can't forget you, tears of lovesickness are waiting for you, you can't remember you, all the dreams are you, the efforts on the road have not changed your mood, and the direction and journey have changed the gentleness of waiting, deceived others, and cannot deceive the hurt heart.

Your words, your words, how many words, how many understandings are written in your mind, spreading to this world, pink memories, how many springs and autumns, there is no spring in your heart, and there is no autumn in your tears.

The white pictures, beeping sounds, your lyrics and music, but without my efforts, on your way, I disappeared from your smile, and you spread in my deep heart.

Is everything really better? Are you doing something wrong with fake dedication? You are confessing with heart, telling with tears, and there is still hypocrisy, and waiting for persistence. All the elegance cannot express the sadness in your heart.

Do you have to wait for the wrong thing? Are you really not crying? Is it really okay? It’s a fake mistake. Everything you give is on the edge of words, changing the mood, walking in the corner of meeting, disappearing in yesterday’s interpretation.

How much I have given, how many traces of my heart, how many changes, and how gentle I have, I write about lovesickness and look at each other, but I cannot cultivate the traces of my heart.

Look, the deception in my heart, waiting for the lasting yesterday, I can't see through the tears confession, I can't explain the elegance today, what else is better, what is waiting for the wrong today, and I walked into yesterday's arms.

The sad words are heartless and tears fall into dreams, how many clouds spread, the free and easy time, the confession of love, the songs that cannot be played, the music that cannot be spoken, the mood that has no charm, the confession is lost, the tears that are unclear, I don’t know whether it is for today or for tomorrow to set sail.

I haven't left the house for ten years, and I heard about the world, and I have gone because of the time, and because of the things. Yesterday's wandering, today's expectations, the turning point of the moon, the merger of stars, the rise and fall of the sun, the change of direction, and the movement of the four seasons. A dream, a piece of consciousness, a truth, the direction cycle, the same position, multiple layers of modification, and the departure is still there.
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