Throwing a ground of memories in the hazy night, let it buckle the door of the heart, for the time being, let this thin text to comfort the leap of misery and sadness, indulge in wandering in the heart and fingers, forget to talk about the night of the death of the heart of the pain. Karma, as if between a line, the love of the road is not exhaustive, the love affair is difficult to continue the end, only in the wandering silk-like drift illusion, floating past has become futile, love, in the depths of the soul, tugging at the heart, holding the love, the empty Road to the parting, complaining about the sadness.
Margin to come, unstoppable, accompanied by madness, accompanied by nightmares, will be the three lifetimes of enmity and hatred thrown to another room of the heart, not for the brocade, not for the noble and elegant, only a lifetime of waiting for the love of waiting for the sentimental empty thoughts. Marginal extinction, such as the love of the mountains, white head, sea and stone, the cycle of wasted time between the eyes has become a laughing stock of the past. I'm laughing too much, ignorant and naive, everything which is as good as the new face, which is better than the new face. 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.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. Tonight, holding the window, sighing the world of human affairs is impermanent, the love affair is easy to break, it is difficult to think of. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product. Now, the love and affection was taken away from you, only with the thin bones of the text to comfort themselves, so as to twist the loneliness. This way, the long cold nights will not be heartbreaking. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product.
I also think, but things have changed, the words are you, late, late. The words of the heartache to pay tribute to the passing of the past, although more than this matter, but the sting of my heart, dial not mess your heart strings. The long night, starlight flickering, acacia rooted and sprouted, all the way circling up, tightly strangled my throat, pain can not breathe.
The idea that there is nothing wrong with being in love, but when love evolves into a kind of torture, it becomes a kind of speechless fault. And do not ask the depth of love, love deep love long, temporarily discarded, on this night, let me put this grudging acacia spectrum, pick a flower of thoughts planted in front of the door, weeping, cold wind gently rolled in the ethereal night even rooted with the up and back fluttering. A Qiang and a flute, night and day pianoforte, the song is moving. Karma, for you to spectrum of this life obsessed with disorientation, Karma, for you to spectrum of this life absolutely love empty waiting, lingering thoughts.
Love is long, hate is long, love is not left, love is cut, mean is cut, parting hate late ghost. Ask the sky, who will be bitterly sprinkled down to the mortal world, how many fascinating song, was composed of lovesickness, how many final intestines, and ultimately the parting of the ways.
The concept of yo-yo, forget yo-yo, lovesickness is not old, really cut, fake cut, parting in two days, would like to love love love love song, the end of the night when the quiet, play a night song, a song v. parting, a song v. parting of the sadness.
Long and long, short and long, the love of love is not yet rested, cold and cut, warm and cut, the separation is not divided into boundaries, the love of love to throw the night, to play the song of love, a heart of the side of the ear to listen to the breath, a heart of the eyes moving finger Qin.
A dance of life, the most afraid of is not life and death, but the separation of the pain of lovesickness, how many loved ones can not keep each other, the moon is difficult to round the night, can only be assigned to the song of lovesickness sent to the bright moon, the back of that farewell, weeping how much despair of the teardrops, crying red how many moving please eyes, the pain tore through the number of days and nights. Bitter short life, cherish this a charming dream, cherish the romantic time, this mortal world in the most happy than with the people who love you and you love people *** words of sadness and happiness, with the appreciation of prosperity.