There is a kind of love called a love affair
There is a kind of love called a love affair, ? When you like a person but do not dare to say how to do. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one. Only bloom in your heart,
Only to meet you. The cycle of seasons, for you to open all the winter and summer, **** you walk through spring and fall.
The high mountains and flowing water, buried for you to think of each other, accompanied by your drunken years. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
In this life, I am an orchid. Open in your memory, awakening the warmth of the previous life.
In the past life, the earthly destiny is not yet finished; in this life, the love is renewed. Orchid, another life, tenderness, I would like to open in the window sill, and you rely on half a life, *** smile red dust. Wish, pour all the time, welcome a warmest look back at you, do not seek to meet the city, only for the two hearts follow each other. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
A lifetime, a world; two times round, finally, in exchange for a happiness with you. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a copy of the book, and I was able to get a copy of the book, and I was able to get a copy of the book. Seek, just leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain of the simple, just look at the ordinary Jianghu Road, just laugh and listen to the calm of the smoke and rain fall. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
Remember, you said that the company of the night and day, is the most beautiful happiness.
Remember, you said to watch the flowers fall, listen to the water flow, is the most comfortable companion. I still remember, you said the end of the world, is the most happy together.
My dear, to be in love with you is the greatest happiness. I'm not looking forward to it, I'm not waiting for it to be over. I have always thought that loving each other is eternity; I have always thought that the years are few and far between, and I will always be with you; I have always thought that the world will never end, and I will never say goodbye.
But why did you turn around and forget about it, leaving me alone in the depths of time and empty memories?
But why, you promised me a lifetime of love, but broke my life of love. But why, you will each other's memories, thrown down in the red, let the years wither, let the time a hundred turns a thousand times. Why? Memories flow through your fingertips, you have not picked it up, save a complete tenderness. The grass is not emotionally confused return road, sad time, alone idle stay, smoke and rain broken intestines place. This ground poetry line, how to break the parting, for a dusty chance.
Who is it again? The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Whether, you and I young love, just a fruitless karma. Whether, you and I love, just a heartless lost. So, I and you, silent farewell.
Always thought that a flower bloom, meet you is the happy inflorescence.
I always thought that a world of reincarnation, have you is a happy ending. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Later, only to understand, that is a time cycle of the wrong, that is a flower season bloom and fall of the wrong, that is a marriage fruit is difficult to complete the wrong. Then, who can scatter the red dust, noiselessly waiting for the flower season. The moon is lost, fading the warmth of the season. The red dust is lonely, broken a world of tenderness. The water flows long, finally, love into pain, love into sadness, parting the most bitter. Finally, love is like a silk net, hate has no place to vent. Finally, the heart has a thousand knots, knot knot for love injury.
The flower blossom is full of days, red broken who pity? When all the memories are indifferent, when all the beautiful lost.
For you, the root of the problem is not connected. The first thing you need to do is to get into a situation where you can't get out of the car and you can't get out of the car. The first time I saw this, I had a dream, I loved it, and it hurt my whole life. A song of parting a song of sadness, a love sorrow a hate. How to love and hate the rest, for a party of calm dust, sitting lightly in the years. Buddha said, a thought a pure, heart is a lotus flower bloom. In this world, there is no sword that can really cut off the lotus roots. Let me from now on clean, cut off this love affair, from now on forget. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. Looking forward to, from now on, the heart will always open a green lotus, cut off the love, but love and hate, forget the red dust. Night, I pen down a note of lovesickness, fireworks broken season.
There is a kind of lovesickness called a love affair2
Flowers blooming in the light of the day, I return in the spring, waiting for you; waiting for you, to solve this lovesickness of the 'chess game'.
Spring ushered in the sea of love, gently leaves green, gradually flowers bloomed, smeared with sentiment followed by germination and flowering; spring rain warmed the obsession, the spring wind soft and beautiful fondness, spring flowers beautifully obsessed; a key to spring, opened the spring blossoms, a wisp of warmth bloomed all over the branches, gusts of joy scattered sunshine, strangers between the flowers, the breeze, the rain, everywhere is The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers, and then you will be able to see the color of the flowers.
In the spring, the warm sunshine brilliant brush, in the acacia of the rice paper, painting a picture of the Cape to the end of the world, the vicissitudes of the world, from spring to winter, the tip of the pen slipped condensation of the heart, over and over again splashed bright, promised to a frame of pure fragrance, for the meeting of dense a touch of coziness, and the years slowly lingering in love; such a wonderful note, only because of the years of the way, there has always been your companion; you are the heart of the April sky, is the fury of poetry, the most beautiful years of life, is a poem, a beautiful day. The most important thing to remember is that you're the one who's been with us all along the way, and you're the one who's been with us all along the way!
And a wisp of books, the night of thoughts quietly to dye, so that each night slowly remember the warmth of the first encounter; so that the uneven chapter page undulation of the story of the time, interpretation of the scroll of the encounter; in the depths of the smoky rain, so that a pillow of blue dreams dipped in the moon, shaking down a murmur of the ground; the wind, shear silky as a wisp of longing; the weak water, can not be separated from the expectations of the thick as a mountain, just wait for time to climb on the green silk, and remain still, the moon is full of! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own.
The years remain white, a little thought stained with fragrance, enchanting the silence of the blank, in the time to fly, stretching the warmth of memories; a person's landscape, flaunting the youth of the past, perhaps the compulsion planted in the previous life, this world is so no way to escape; the previous life of the cited, the desire to look through the fall of the water in this life; how many times the eyes of the gaze of Gu Guanxue, pressed down the love of the eyebrow bends; the wet vows, the fleeting fragments of memory, and how to use what deep love to go to the next day, the first time I saw the world. What kind of deep love should be used to wildly swing this season's edge?
A lifetime, there are always some unintentional deep love, missed the flowering, there are always some oaths of allegiance, and ultimately the negative of the Shaohua; some things are already far away, some people will gradually disappear in the memory of the age of speechlessness; standing alone on the lintel of the time, the breeding memories, will suddenly come to the near front, half of joy, half of the sadness, hard to part with the melancholy wandering heart, the cool of the season's twilight; the cold, the cold, the cool, the cool of the season's twilight, the cool of the season's twilight, the cool of the season's twilight, the cool of the season's twilight. The dusk of this season is cool; is it just a dream of a bridge, a shadow of nothingness, a curtain of dreams? The eyes are full of tears, late, the years wasted face, finally is still can not resist the end of time!
The red and dark, blooming alone in the heart, and quietly fall in the time tunnel, fall in the pearly rain dream; with the color of the moon a person dancing, light dyeing such as smoke in the past, the pen is the idea of the pen is also love, combing the old years of the dots and dashes, nostalgia for the mountains and the water, the thoughts of the words between the lines; the year, the month, the day, as in the eaves of the time on the flowers, open into a tree of prosperity, such as the song and dance.
Season after season, the flowers have been blooming in the light of day, in the heart of the always fragrant still, like a jar of old cellar, with the time the longer, the more fragrant, fragrant with the years such as drunkenness; willing to draw for the prison, fixed in a city, in the depths of the white walls of the blue tiles for the flowers splashed ink the stunning time, even if the wind blew the old scrolls, the thoughts of the white fingers, still guarding the heart in the wind! The first time, the silly wait, stay, silent love, morning and evening, cold, summer and summer, endless.
Smoke and willow painting, flower shadow overlap, a window of love according to the spring wind roll, euphemistic with a strong love, fragrance of a course of romance, will be a season of light blooming warm, waiting for that branch of the light in the flower knocking the window screen into the dream, to extend the season of deep love; from now on with the spring about, in the spring of this swaying all the love, burning peach blossom warmth and delicate, a wang of the river water warm and gentle pulse containing love, will be that a... The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Blooming in the light of the flowers, I returned to the spring, waiting for you; waiting for you, to solve the chess game of this lovesickness; waiting for you, carrying the deep love, in the reed on the other side of the river slowly came.
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