Silent people, silent hearts, the deepest love, the most serious wounds!

When there are no dreams, teardrops have thoughts to portray the beautiful journey, is it the light of love, or is it really hurtful, the question and answer in the heart has no perception in the cape of the sky, when the words knock on the door, when the thoughts burn out the floor of love, how many tears are there to answer the route of love, and the journey of the heart is not wrong, the current words are not reversed, and there is a picture of attachment.

Tears of love, the taste of acacia, a little fragile trace, a confused mood, a sense of separation, a sense of other love, a sense of tears in the heart field, love in the love of the wound, the direction of the traces to find the company of the end of the world, the skyline cycle of the cape of the fragrant reminiscence, the road of dreams has roots on the road of night, the deep knowledge of the fate has a truth, destined to be in the heart field has a share.

Warm tears, cool heart song, a cup of candlelight dyeing the heart sound, thoughts are involved, love floor dreams, geometric drunken geometric dreams, when the wind and moon walk in, sad and fragile heart has been portrayed, falling tears are the payment of hurt, falling love is the accumulation of lovesickness, when Hua disappeared in the youth of red dust, what can be listened to is remembrance.

The deep forest of love, there is a charming fragrance, there is a waiting heart, around the words of the past to accumulate lovesickness, counting the thoughts of the heart field tears, tears are really used sense, the heart is really expressed affection, clear pay, clear pictures, how many tears can not be exchanged for the continued interpretation of lovesickness.

The merciless teardrops lock the strings of the heart, the simple wind blows up the song of the thought, walking in a confused position, watching the snow but feeling that the age has been lost, watching the scenery feels that the heart has changed, how the lost thoughts change the sadness in the heart, how the changed acacia walks in the corner that has no luck and is destined.

But smell the heart of the field of love, how to look at the moon before the tearless people, the heart of nostalgia burns in the sad city, there is a confused lock armor, there is a beautiful dream belonging to the heart field, when the tears and rain questions, when the acacia is converted, what youth can interpret the past pay, and what farewell can answer the scars of the heart field.

Drunken night no one is cold in autumn, talking about the music is not a scene, Xiao Xiao complains about the separation order, and there is no reason for the end of the world and the moon to be close to the people. Last night's thoughts burned in today's heart, when the painting of teardrops spread to the cape in front of me, but there was no sense of farewell to yesterday's parting, it was a wound destined to be silent in the corner of fate, and the song was played but could not drink the current acacia.

South Bridge in January, a string of compassion, Lang Lang heart song stained red dust, in the corner of the sky has twenty-four tempting perceptions, there is a parting of their own, away from the heart, do not hurt in the heart, brilliant sunshine opens the heart, but can not wash away the desolation of the heart, walking in the warm city but has not been able to find the beauty of the heart.

The long acacia walked in front of the teardrops of words, feeling that there was no goodbye to the other encounter, the traces of the heart field were not healed, it was on the outside, and the day that burned in the heart, the day burning the night had the scene of talking in the dream, waiting for the persistent answer in the dream, and the position of the farewell in the direction had the memory of the heart field but the warmth of the direction.

Can greet a cup of snow, without leaving a tear, because of the acquaintance portrayed too much perception, there is a bright taste burning in the position of the heart field, circulating their own thoughts, when the red dust is walking, the heart field is jumping, the route of the question and answer has been drifting, when the thoughts are quietly changing, and my heart has been tactfully turning around in another route.

Acacia can not overcome the ancients, tears can not look at the near people, thoughts and movements, looking at each other, carved in the heart, burning in tears, that sunset cloaked in the sunshine you gave walked beside me, but I was powerless to turn back the answer, because I don't know if you can hear, maybe, maybe, when maybe not, then there will be no waiting, and what ten thousand scenes to portray companionship.

The moon strings have drunken clothes and autumn, beautiful songs and stop singing, red dust I contains pure qi, the wind will climb the jade pan clouds, Spring An will go to Keming march, lacquer Qingcuihua night without shadow, regret wrist night quiet and away, one end of the people are not awake, the words should be described in autumn, intoxicating geometric patterns, when the words are approaching, when the thoughts spread, the change of autumn in the corner of the red dust, unload the brilliance of the East, pick up the beautiful brilliance.

The song enters the heart, the acacia is engraved, the teardrops are burned, the thoughts are changed, some are really lost in the senses, some are not true before the tears, the question is the thoughts, the answer is the tears, the meaning does not change when the water flows, the years have not been recognized since then, the red dust has been thought for twenty years, a moment into the heart tears like rain, the acacia is like the moon tears like stars, and the thoughts of saying goodbye to autumn have been turned.

Seven feet of rainbow fragrant line, with a bright love equivalent to the company of the sun, when the morning set sail in the vertical and horizontal line of time, the embankment of the years began to compose the real story, things are real sense, love is the edge of tears, there is a real doom, when the mood of the euphemism is portrayed in the leisurely end of the world, the heart no longer has the truth, the sense no longer has tears.

The heavenly song is long, the dancing dream is carved, the sea moves people at ease, the two look at the sense of recognition of the autumn building, the geometric visit to the mortal dust, the infatuation hall, the portrayal of the heart field, the portrayal of the heart field, carved out the sadness of a few people to ask, draw a sad who to change, ask the young red dust, can not change the past in the heart.

A lifetime of prosperity, a thought and a love, misplaced time has minutes and seconds, monotonous red dust has love, one true and one fallen love, one other perception, one line and one trace, is a painting depicted, but there is a real heart in the company, a mistake and a fragrance, a love and a generosity, a question and a geometry, the perception of tears in the true feelings, there is a sense of complaint, but there is a parting gift.

Deeply feel the tears, send other feelings, when asked, paint a picture of indifferent love engraved in the drunkenness of the heart field, ask for affection, walk on the embankment of the years and walk in the ancient city of tianya with the pendant of acacia, there is a desolate and beautiful story, the scene in the hometown is painted with heart, and the hometown is painted with emotion.

When the autumn rhyme of the wind and morning carries the gentleness of the mood, portrayed in the beautiful years, the wind of time walks in the heart field, the confused love is painted in the scene, the feeling of walking is not in the tears, the acacia of the painting is in weightlessness, do not ask, do not know the geometry and warmth, do not see, do not understand the sky will be bright, the heart is bottomless, the thought is not high, and the fragrant end of the world cycle is in the attachment of NaiHe.

The wind is high and tearful three thousand feet, the night turns to the acacia building, the ring is carved in the heart field, burned in the dream, the fragrance is intoxicating, walking on the road of love, slowly entering the rhyme of the wind has the brightness of talent, has a fragile and beautiful cycle, walking in the points, but with the heart, the acacia with the heart tears forever, looking at the separation, falling acacia, there are emotions and cool dreams.

Thinking of love and love, weeping and looking deeply, tragic love burning in the corner of red dust, there is a cape fate that writes the destiny of the end of the world.

In the clouds, there is the most beautiful charm of youth, there is truth, perceiving the fate of love, there is false, questioning and answering the doom of tears, it is really intentional, how to feel a warmth around, to experience in the heart field that can recognize the time that has been and is now, looking at the heart, not seeing the trace of the confession, looking at the scene, telling the recollection of the two looks at each other, the geometry of broken intestines and tears and autumn.

Ten years of winter flying away from the parting scene of the Acacia Building stained with red dust sky, is the confession of the rainbow line or the pouring out of thoughts, when all the condolences walk in the heart, look at the charming dark incense how much fragrance can not compose the real song, and love, is not there, when the thought is still there, the expression of lovesickness, but it is the lie of tears to cover up the scars in the heart.