Acacia life, dedicated to grief, scattered dust, acacia soul heartbroken.
A cup of turbid wine soothes feelings, and blood and rain are all over the sky.
Acacia soul broken, silent night tears into mourning, support acacia pavilion, drunk lying in the red dust tears, looking at the dust empty to the moon.
Alone in the world of mortals, acacia leans against the fence, empty in the desolate place of the world.
Scatter dust and fool the soul, scatter acacia and sigh the fate of dust.
Autumn geese in western Western jackdaw, lonely and desolate, sit in the dust and miss each other with their lonely souls.
Love depends on people for three lives, and after three thousand years, it will be returned to others.
Crazy love, wandering around, Wei asked the desolate world of mortals, where to make dust.
Oppose depravity, love only by people, love for a lifetime, and think alone; Sansheng loves to run a lonely soul, and he loves to rely on others.
Looking forward to relying on people and holding hands in the world of mortals, I love relying on people's souls in this life.
Leaving a deep-rooted acacia soul, it is most beautiful to accompany a lonely soul III.
Deep-rooted acacia relies on the soul, and the traces of acacia can't be erased, and it is destined to love for three lives.
Thousands of lovesickness, scattered dust and desolate places, scattered life-long lovesickness, mourning life-long infatuation.
Alone with the lonely soul, who pities the lonely soul all his life, dripping dust, tears and frost; Slowly, the world fell into the world of mortals, and the dust and tears in the building were bleak.
Residual infatuation refers to a thousand lines of tears in the world of mortals, and several quiet and desolate souls depend on each other, which is hard to let go for a long time. A few years have passed, and I miss the ferry. I look through my eyes and shed tears.
The world of mortals has a touch of face, the Qingchuan River is tearful, homesick, the world of mortals remains the same, the face remains the same, and the dust remains the same.
Life has been in a hurry for decades, and time is short and fleeting, just waiting for the world of mortals to spread a curtain of dreams.
A lifetime of infatuation is barren, and a thousand tears are missed in a thousand years. I have looked back 500 times in my last life and hurried by.
A moment's encounter is enough for this life. Acacia is accompanied by three generations, which will only add a little acacia, a little desolation, and a little homesickness with a lonely soul.
I mourn for my soul, shed tears in the world of mortals, my lonely soul falls, and my acacia disappears. My tears accompany my lonely soul, and I love it all my life.