Dreaming about autumn is chaotic, looking for a long journey, thinking about being drunk, soul flying, tears, longing for tears, thoughts and lies, thoughts and charms are placed in the age of flowers blooming, the wind and moon, the rainbow is silent, who is the liberation of the persistent brush, the question is wrong, the feeling is not a goodbye, the feeling is not a goodbye, it is wrong, it is all the fall of tears, the years are again, every appointment is counted, and the years are included in the years of this life, the sustenance of the legend is the fading of myth, the refutation of the fall of regret, and the memory is the mail of emotions.

The appearance of love sorrow, the hesitation of the ending, is the journey of faith, the hesitation of time, the wings of love, the gambling game is the strength of life, the wind and moon make the heart surrender, and there is still the dream of persistence to chase thoughts, looking at the factory in the heart, the loneliness in the heart creates a sad picture, the rainbow painted is hurt again and again, the lyrics of the sorrow song without tears, but the lyrics of the reciting and reading look, generous wandering, but no heroic passion.

The autumn wind is drunk at night, and the tears of missing each other are the magnificence of longing. The lyrics left behind are not the singing of the stage. The beautiful scenery in the south proposes inner review. The farewell loneliness becomes the scroll of the morning. The lyrics are not as windy as the fate is gone. The songs change and songs leave and people sing tears. The light left behind continues, the thoughts continue to be the desolation of the memories of the Romance. Falling in love with the lost promise, but unable to promise the concern in the heart. The wind and moon still have no rainbow, and the heart still expresses tears.

The body temperature of tears seemed to be accustomed to emotions. The stranger opened the lock of the lonely pillow. The tears that didn't want to talk could not resist the temptation of waiting. Who can share that sorry scene with the dream?

The breeze is still, the years are tears, the sad face of time, the dodge drawn is the harm of lovers, the slow fragrance is burning into the dust in the heart, the scroll of reading is the rendering of dreams, the fragrance persists by passing the edge of sorrow, the slow words walk in the moment of traces, time draws, the dream falls, the sky that walks, the fatigue that comes, has become the clothes of this world, tears tingling the door of the past, and wipes away the experience of the past, but cannot present the slightest in front of you.

The tears of wind and moon, the strings of rainbow, the dream of the sky is a volume of thoughts, love is owed, the dream is filled with words, the legendary goodbye, but the immortal Buddha without myths, longing makes the tears reappear, the dream talk makes the waiting reappear, the happiness of time is a picture of waiting, the persistent rainbow often does not appear in front of you, the invisible oath, the unwavering promise, is the answer of the heart, or the rain and dew of dreams, a flower of love wandering at this time, browsing the glory of the past.

Loneliness waits for someone's heart, talks about whom's dreams, talks about whom's autumn, time changes his face, say goodbye to whom who gives up fate, nostalgia is staged for whom, love is lies, the wind and moon are not by whom, the snowflakes lost their fingertips are whose shore, the interweaving years express their familiarity, the dreams awaken whom the dreams at the streets, the broken dawn is haggard for whom, the world of sunset rises and falls for whom, and the plunder of the streets plays the gathering and separation for whom.

The saved dream sets for tears, surrounded by love, longing for tears, the past years are all the tears of scars, and now the changes in dreams are the preciousness of reading, who experiences the waiting of tears, who dreams of the tenderness of people, the irrigated life is obsessed with the songs of the past, and the repeated recitation of the lyrics separated, but cannot express the memories in front of you.

Drawing the brightness of yesterday, but not being able to rent today's look back is time to take away tears, dreams to draw the resistance of lovers, reading the world of the world has more regrets in the depths of the dictionary. What does it feel to experience the regret of the past? It is to measure the heart, it is to think of the longing to draw the dream, waiting for one thought, regretting, squeezing the experience, the fatigue measured, the story in front of you is haggard, whether to cut the past short whenever you meet an agreement, or to fill the scars in the world.

Shaking hands with tears in the setting sun, following the wasted door, waiting for the long-lasting sky, thinking about the four seasons, coming to autumn, painting dream songs, thinking about the sad words and painting the sad songs at the time, thinking about the sad tears of sadness, thinking about the morning, looking at two, the heart is cool, reading the explanations of right and wrong, a few fates, the love taken away is too much, and the opportunity to pick up the past, and I can't pick up the past to express the passing in my heart again. The love is so painful, how many dreams are there, I walk clearly, the laugh is confused, and loneliness will be too much, but I can't describe the pace of the opposite side.

The heart says, the dream says, the tears go first on the road, look at two lines, one line of love and one line of dreams, the crying of tears from the vast world, the difference between the other side is the blessing in the dream, the tears give hope, and the heart escorts warmth. Such lovesickness gives the desolation of the night, the moon is endless, the tears are affectionate, the emotion is deep, the thoughts are deep, the picture is shallow, the fate is only destined, but there is no foundation for this world, the dreams are both tears, and the heart is written.

The withered tears slipped down the wilderness, the warmth of thoughts cannot linger in the heart, the scroll of the floating fluttering of the cold wind closed the dissolution of the riverside, but let the snow render the curtains retained, the wings folded away, the words are falling again, the autumn is gone, the autumn comes and tears go, the people look at each other, the heart swept away the years of spring return, the wind and moon cut short the opposite side of the door of thought, the weaving road, the face and tears, the heart cannot write two dreams.

The haggard cares about the future and makes opportunities. The dark stage can only be built with the dreams in my heart. Whose love is the era of thoughts? The tears before the painting are the waiting for longing. Unfortunately, the persistence has become the dedication of the past. Beauty is the picture in my heart. It draws the long dream of this world. It doesn’t matter if you are greedy. Walking and talking, the tears are light, the dreams are silent, the tears gather and disperse, the dwelling of thoughts, and the resurrection of the past is the resurrection of the past.

Seeing that my heart is gone, I waited for tears, and made a promise to speak silently in the morning sadness, and raised the temptation of the past sorrow in the loneliness in the late night. My thoughts are farewells, and tears are spoken again. I cannot continue the lines of the past. The flowers recognized cannot bloom in the hearts of two people. The city of love condensed floating in the distance cannot approach the fate in the distance. The persistent sincerity is waiting for each other. The coming is too urgent, and the past conflicts are not suspended.

The innocent smile, the cold words are gone, the gains and losses of farewell, the corresponding abandonment is understood, the feeling of freedom is unable to understand the pursuits, walking in the sad season, the wind is clear and the clouds are gone, the tears are gone, the remaining trembling is always expressing the comma of the soul in the tears at the corner of the clothes, the heart is leaning on the railing, the words of the coolness are unable to resonate again, love is unparalleled, but the lies of emotion are walked into the winter in the heart.

The future facing is not the love in the heart, the tears of helplessness are the era of flowers blooming, the heroism of the past has gone to the dust, who misses the love given by the love, the confession that hurts the face is the pale rainbow expressing the glory of the past, what is thrown away, what cannot be let go is the waiting for the remaining dreams, the heart still returns, but there is no longer the beginning of tears. The confession under the soul makes the deep fatigue separate, and the infatuation of care makes it difficult for a long-lasting understanding to reach the coast.

Capturing the rendering of colors, the romantic melody has no clear self, the noise of time, the expression of tears, the waiting pace has been chasing the past when we resign, words are the promise of the heart, tears are the oath of thought, and dust in the sky is difficult to ticke the opera lyrics of the broken door. The false picture is hanging deep in the heart, allowing clear tears to wipe away the sadness of the past, falling down the endless sunset, watching wearing the wedding dress of the wrong wind and moon, walking in the reading of the south wind, the rendered concern completely regrets the description of the past.
Chapter completed!