Love at hand, love prose at the end of the world

Chrysanthemum withered, bamboo shadow desert, autumn went to winter, yellow flowers dispersed, misty, misty, hazy colors, everything like the wind, everything like smoke, everything like clouds. I want to open my heart and welcome new true love. Open the door of love that has been sealed for a long time

The vast sky, leaving a ray of light, leaving a ray of sunshine, bloom overflowing, more or less comparable. The fragrance is far away, refreshing, the water is fast, and the willows are soft, depending on people. Think of the beauty in the moonlight, think of the hazy moon, think of the hazy birds, think of the water side, think of the goose on the top of the forest, all the feelings and all the love are in people's hearts. These feelings lie not in parting, but in deep affection, only in those two hearts that have been colliding for a long time. As for love, I hope there is love written by Qiong Yao, but I don't want the sadness of love written by Qiong Yao. I exchanged sadness for the tears of the audience and the seeds of love.

Acacia rain, buttonwood, affectionate friends under the tree. You and I know each other, and our hearts are destined to be together and never separate, which has narrowed the distance between our fingers. We all have the same heart, that is, thinking about harvesting sweetness and happiness, keeping each other's promises, and being affectionate and persistent to you and me.

Flowers have no tears, no traces of tears, but they are just eternal ties. Ritual is like a dream, dancing is full of prosperity, dripping into flying flowers, drifting with the flow. Clear water room, chrysanthemum table, forgot to take pictures. Love is hard to break. Interdependence

Love, dream, pack your bags, take care of your luggage, lock your eyebrows, and bloom will fall in your heart and bloom will fall. Flowers are silent, flowers have tears, flowers wither, people are haggard, and their feelings are firm, but their mouths are hard to open. A season of prosperity, open in the heart, like a lifetime of attachment. Love is in my heart, love is in my heart, love goes all over the world and will never change.

Love has not gone, the heart has been chaotic, love has not gone, and the heart has flown. Looking for long-lost sweetness, looking for long-lost happiness, looking for the mark of love. The fate of this life, like a red line, connects their hearts together. The love of this life, the love of this life, will never change and will never fade. Once you wait, you will get a promise of one hundred years. No longer far apart. This life is destined to be more meaningful. This life is destined to be beautiful in an instant. Love is like running water, I am moved by the flowers, I am moved by the flowers. Destroying the country is my eternal love.

I'm on my way home, waiting to start with you, so that you and I can have a panoramic view of all the beautiful scenery, just like this new love.

Close at hand, if the horizon, such as my long loneliness, such as my cold, spread in my heart, lost the gorgeous color. Still exudes a warm agility, faded Xiao Suo's heart, I walked through the grassland, walked through the journey of life, looked back at the past, and didn't let it flow like running water.

Search for lost memories and reassemble the pictures of life. My heart will not be far from the noise, nor will it be far from the course.

Life is like a dream, dreams have twists and turns, there will be sadness and sorrow, and reality is reality after all. Time flies, but the distance between heart and heart is getting farther and farther.

Acacia is endless, cherry blossoms fall, leisurely, piano sounds leisurely, tears fall into the world of mortals, and reincarnation is thousand folds. According to cherry blossoms, flowers, fallen leaves, lying drunk in the world of mortals, waking up in the crane crow.

Missing is a little flower blooming in my heart. It has no color, will not fade, and will bloom when it leaves. I will be lonely and silent, and will accompany me all my life. It is full of memories, melancholy and sadness. Holding the wind of the world of mortals, I let go of a ray of missing, wandering in my heart. Missing is a silent continuation of emotion and a lingering dream of happiness. Love is just around the corner, love is at the end of the world, will there still be that burning love in your heart and mine?