The mind is restricted, the thoughts and love are mixed together, deducing the beauty of an encounter, moving the sincere person, no matter how long the past has passed, that love has not changed in the heart!
A love is love to the end, life is endless, this love does not stop, even in the silent lovesickness, that innocent love, are creating crazy dreams, that is fetters and obsession silently better than sound!
The autumn breeze is bleak, the autumn rain is continuous, bathing in the wind, listening to the rain, thinking of you, on the long journey of life, every strand of love in the heart is like a graceful event!
Love is vigorous, from the moment the heart beats, the rhythm in the inner world can never return to the previous calm, the ups and downs are red dust, and attachment is the idea of true love!
In this beautiful autumn, I want to chase the wind and rain with you, and watch the ups and downs of the red dust, but you are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains!
Stepping into love, combing a love when thinking of a person, the kind of throbbing about love, the pain of parting, and the lingering warmth, the story of love is so difficult!
When you miss it, every wisp of lovesickness will become indelible in life, and the eternity imprinted in the memory will become the driving force for life to move forward!
Love, promise a lifetime, say that the heart will never change, no matter how difficult it is to guard, this love will become the most beautiful in life, deeply loved, we will never be separated from time!
True love lingers in the heart, every inch of time that has passed, is sincere in love to cook wine, whether it is the pain of parting, or the messiness of cranky thoughts, you can gracefully bring out the fragrance of flowers!
In this ups and downs of life, love is in the heart, both the elegance of chrysanthemum, and the warmth of roses, moving the true love, whether the flowers bloom or the leaves fall is the story of time!
In the autumn world, flying flowers meet people, it is the place to return, lovesickness has a response, it is warm, when I miss it, the feelings cook wine and talk about lovesickness, a cup of parting and a cup of injury, the pain is indescribable......
There is love in the heart, every wisp of love is a symbol of love, love a person with a sincere heart, swaying in the heart of the love silk, weaving a moving picture, that is the beauty of hanging in the heart......
Every time I miss it, it's a miss, my heart is full of the tenderness of love, but it's staged in a hurry, the lonely thoughts are heart-wrenching, and the person who is missed is unaware!
In the hustle and bustle of the world, the fallen leaves perform the sadness and hatred, miss and sing the ballad of love, in this harvest season, some people sit because of the moon and think, some people think about the pen and paper, who knows the thin love of the red dust?
Loving someone, every time I miss it, I am trying to find evidence, looking for evidence that the person I love is still loving me, and it seems that only by doing so can I firmly believe that the person is not unkind!
Missing is a kind of attachment to love, the person who misses always can't help but think about it, that is the fetters of silence is better than sound, life can have beautiful emotions, it is not in vain to come to the world to take a trip!