Missing holds the melody of blessing, looking at the beautiful embrace, the tears of the drunken dream in front of the flowers, the warmth of the ever-departed walks in the fragrance of the world, writing about parting, the invasion is so unpredictable, the moonlight in the heart passes through the thoughts around you, the beautiful rhythm reads the bright flowers, the charm of a variety of tears prying open the glory of persistence, the weaving of the simple conversation in the simple description, how warm the weaving is, the cold flying passes through the dream of the New Year again, the sharing in the heart cannot accompany the heart of fate, and the romantic tenderness recites the flying memories.

The soul leaves farewell, tears promised before, the prayers and promises of the past are in the lost tomorrow, the stamens of the future are so tempting, the ordinary that resigns to express the luck of life in the remaining dreams, looking back and kissing, the stream of opera lacks the warmth of accommodation, the pearls that match the needs, the kindness of the remaining dreams share whose rainbow, the true heart is beautiful all day, and the moon cannot guess every minute of the heart, the full expectation betrays the waiting of lies, the love that is expressed in the fragrance of parting is in the hopelessness of the interface, the empty love is defeated by helplessness.

The beat of the return is not expected, the love is everywhere, and the care is still so inspiration to see it. The snowflakes that float around are walking around, but still leave, quietly rendering the endless wind and moon, and time goes, people are sad and chilling, and the music in the broken area belongs to brave helplessness, expectation, helplessness, and still hard to understand. What exists is the turning of life, the reincarnation of the constant reincarnation or the giving up of the future, the irrigated flowers are still so frivolous, the snow is flying, the tears are set up, the heart is broken, the heart is still so hurt, the drunk is still so silent, the thought is still so broken, the broken is still so helpless.

The dodging knitting painting soul stays, the rainbow angels still abandon their persistent look back, the wet memories irrigate the dancing of the world, the breathing is difficult to pay attention to, the eyes still cannot express the plays in the heart, the excuse of farewell pollutes the breath in the dream, the depth of the hazy, fate is always difficult to find, love is still so difficult to shake hands, don't worry, the tears, the faster the tied resentment, the dream still turns, what to think of, who to go for, love is still intoxicated, dream is still sleeping, the promised to write sincere in the intoxicating sky for whom it once made.

The death of tears, the thinking of heartbeat, waiting can't stop the signs of the past, it's still difficult to change, the door of the heart is difficult to open, but the door of the tears is for one person, whom the world comes to make love for, and whom the love field is for, I found the silent morning chirping, but I can't find the beauty of the evening, the flowers still compensate for the sad tears, the heartbeat still consolidates the scenery of the past, the speed of jumping cannot catch up with the heart of the other side, the eyes are still so high, and the tears are still so low. At a glance, I hold the separation of the love field on the left, and block the gathering and dispersion of the tears. What I can't see is who the oath is for in my dream.

A transparent fairy tale has no happy future, arousing pause, but it cannot feel the inner consciousness. When time wets all the destiny, the writing of direction is still difficult to walk into the eyes. The blank eyes cannot make the heart gentle, the holding of words does not end with eyes closed, the trembling of lost but fears that there will be no future, the pretending to continue, the confession of lies is exchanged for tears of leaving, the description should not be, the description is still the independence of love, the years make the heart betray the interface of departure, the final excuse is exchanged for tears at one glance.

The mistake of rolling up the tears is that the heart falls in love with the loss, the dictionary of staying together is serious in reading the dictionary. The fate is so serious, it is destined to be on the face, the miss of the marks of the heart, the determination to let go, it is still in love with the intoxication of a lifetime, no grudge in front of the flowers, who will shed tears after the dream? Put down the words of the past and hurt the face of the face at that time. It is not that the heart is not fast enough, nor that the love is not deep enough, maybe it is that the fate is less destined to let tears talk about life dictionary, the emotions expressed fall in the dreams of the world, the knowledge is written, the beauty of the dream is so bright, and the touching world is so touching, reading is a gift from the soul.

The replayed thoughts begin to deceive, the wings of the wind and moon have woken up, the waiting soul begins to set sail, the sadness of reading is the desolation that has not been seen before, waiting, the rotation that cannot be waited, the recitation that cannot be read, the scroll of the remaining dream, the continuous moon without experience makes the opera lyrics lost, the prosperity remains, the door of the heart to tear the walls of the past, the backbone of tears, the ancient tune of the melody, the panic Xuanzhao thoughts, the regret is still the same regret, but the dream is not like the one who wakes up without tears, and cannot read the desolate eyes, or standing in the battle waiting for the cold.

The butterfly parted in the past moments, the longing of holding hands was dripping on the rainy day, the scene of the past became a photo of the heart, the eternal beauty kept a petal without a journey when the sunset was set, the withered continued without the memory of waking up, whose cherry blossoms fell, the promises were made, the flowers were gone, the happiness was not a beautiful journey, the wishes became the track of this world, but the heart was traced, the tears of words were cut off, the smile was left with tears, the sadness was carried, the love debts that could not be paid, and the helplessness could not be exceeded.

There is no moon that can be lying in the heaven of breaking up, the touch of dependence loses the luxury of strength, flying with the sadness of desire, the considerate city wall is not as good as it was, the stage of reenactment is not as good as before, the sunset is still so red, the tears are still so clear, but there is a dream-painting person in my heart, the floating emotions drawn are still so true, the ink tears are still so thick, the abandonment of reading is still waiting at the hopeless street, living is staying for tears, crying and letting go for the fall, waving a shallow hand to miss yesterday, the short oath accumulated day after day.

The myth of the story has no future decision. The youth lost in time has been in a hurry and is in the heart. The dazzling smile still surrounds the remaining dreams around you. The cloudy weather, the delicate movement of walking, there is no future sequel, the tears of tears are painted, the few people are sad, the man asked, it is still so hurt to hit other broken bones, the broken flowers are not blooming in the heart of winter, the rendering of the abandonment of the authorities, the dust raised in the heart, the falling water drops, who injected them will never see them again, but the tears made a thought appear.

Taste the bridge of crying, stand in the sad season, watch the undecided appointment, the hanging in the heart is the familiarity of the past, and that wandering appearance paints the unrestrained backbone, forgives the power of waiting, and does not ask about any sorry heart, Li Shang is the eternal eye socket, and the madness covered has been invading the replayed words and appearances.
Chapter completed!