Love the melancholy in the loneliness, the sadness in the dream of the heart

Look at the broken wall, like an ancient temple, like a flower in a dream, how can you forget. Looking forward to a poem and a poem, thinking like the moon in the window. A look back, sentimentally attached to life, how many dreams like moonlight, flying out of the heart of the railing, perched in the water plants, rolling into your dewdrop appearance, how can I not want not to love.

Clinging to your world like a dream, like engraved on my Sansheng stone, in the vicissitudes of life, my thoughts for you will never vanish. The infatuated fragrance is written in innocence, and those beautiful feathering thoughts are like the Reed catkins of love floating over the beam of my somniloquy room and flying to your heart. I like to see you in the appointment, your pure feelings are as romantic as flowers, like a painting paving on my heart, I think in affection.

Look, who is whirling in the shadow of the moon, look, who is thinking like a romantic night. Drunken madness, torn thoughts, like love falling on the branches of a dream, flying out of endless thoughts. A cling to a read, as if your name was graffiti in the beautiful night, like the words of the heart like the wind, hope, splashing down the words, like the plot arranged in the dream, fall on the end of the pen, fall on the sea of heart.

Sing the affectionate waiting for you, engrave your shadow in the dream. That picturesque figure, the transparent crystal dew, wearing my Acacia and sadness, singing in the dream of Acacia. Mood ripples, sigh the geometry of life, how can I let you down in spring when a hundred flowers blossom, how can I forget the beautiful love of Acacia.

I like to measure in the earthly world, in the hands of the son boast to see you a thin shadow, like across my somniloquy windowsill, lingering hope in the shadow of the moon. Your warmth does not leave, your Acacia does not decrease, I am like carrying your affectionate nostalgia, intoxicated in the beauty of love, to you, is so beautiful as before, just like the first appearance of beauty. You are like the endless flowers in my dream, hanging in my heart all the time. I look for it in the blooming crowd and find the pure love and lingering. Quietly standing in the wind to listen to love stories, but also like weaving in the dream years, just like that love fell into the world of mortals, wandering in the dreams of the world of mortals.

The life of arranging love for you every day and every night is like I am wandering with your dreams. Maybe every time I wither, I can see the appearance of your glass petals, like the emotional injury of falling to the ground, planning my thoughts in a dream. The uncontrollable love, the unharvested thought, like the beautiful ears of wheat growing in the middle of the wheat field, I am swaying heartily, and I can't get the fragrance of your love. The love that is hard to give up? How is so infatuated, again and again broke my peaceful life, again and again cut into my dream. As if all of a sudden, you like it, it is so devoted and loving. Just like that crazy tree, it grows beautiful in one night, you seem to be captured again and again, and like your soul is taken away, you are so devoted and lingering.

I once longed for your beautiful peach blossom and wanted to see your red, but when I was at the end of my life, I was fired by love. I was depressed and at a loss. But I can't stop thinking about you. I like trying to stretch my head to spring, in the beautiful spring flowers, see you like flowers in full bloom. Peach blossoms are beautiful and red, but I just can't see your beauty.

I really want to cut out your silhouette, put it on my somniloquy postmark, and send it to you so convincingly. But the reality is not like me. Even the mobile phones of the new era are being updated. I don't seem to be able to catch up with your updated steps and fall behind your fork in the road. Your refusal and your indifference have hurt me again and again, just like the sadness of the silhouette, which has reached the beam that penetrates the body and mind.

There are always some images that win my favor. As if entrusted with an important task, I sent you poems one by one, eloquent and picturesque in your love messages. Infatuated, lingering, every time the first dream Fang wake up day, I remember, just like you lined up in my dream, is so beautiful and moving. There is nothing to ask for, as long as you enjoy happiness, I am enough. Reserved beauty, is so picturesque, I am like your beautiful dewdrop in the light, circle, like the dream of Meiyu sprouting vines. I seem to be writing a poem for you with plums, whose lips reveal beautiful poems, slightly hot to rhyme your heart.

A ray of gentle pain, bright injury, how can I not want to. You are the melancholy in my love of loneliness and the sadness of dreams in my heart.

Author: puffer fish