Stranger flowers bloom, drunken dust, fascinated by the wind and moon; dream flowers fall, bitter Irena, thin red face. The east wind is powerless, the flowers are broken, and the flowers fall in the dream, how much do you know? Once met, separated overnight, and then look back, flowers are not flowers, dreams are not dreams. The splendor is over, who is still gently counting, full of yellow flowers! The flowers have become a mound, who is still silently sweeping, a spring fall red.
The years are long, my heart is like a lotus, scooped up a handful of scattered memories, will be that sweet into the lingering dream. Once upon a time, a line of warm words to bring a light care, the conversion of the years, the dust settled, the passing of time is no longer, only those people, those things make me miss.
Time is shallow, the years are sweet, with a touch of enlightenment in the years, those engraved in the life of the warmth of the rhythm of the oblique and touched, is the life left to us happy traces. Leaning lightly on the lintel of time, look out of the window maple forest dipping, beautiful flowers, sky high clouds, autumn is thick, pick up a piece of fallen leaves in the wind, in the breath of autumn, will be stranded in thought, dusty and deep, that a touch of warmth overflowing in the bottom of the heart, is the fragrance of the precipitation of the years.
The wind dances with the moon, and the dream falls between the flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. I rely on the window, let the wind blow, see the flowers fall, yellow flowers under the tree, are you again flick the jade flute, drunken plucking love strings? Looking at the millennium, the prosperity of the scattered, but I have not changed my heart. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away with it, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get away with it, but I'm going to be able to get away with it.
The red dust is like a dream, the dream is also bleak, love is also like ice, frozen heart, only your true love touch can melt it. The day and night waiting, not to wait for the sunshine of the encounter, but also not for the rain in the roaming line. Only in order to be able to shade you in the sunshine, in the rain for you to hold an umbrella, in the loneliness for you to solve the worry. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Remembering the old trip, the most broken heart, all because of the love and sadness. Remember when the door covered peach blossoms, the west window candle cutting night language; deep love, drums urge three more, half of the night dew heavy hate parting, startled up countless mandarin ducks. Looking back over the years, the end of the world is haggard. Sparse smoke and light moon west wind soft, defeated leaves Xiao Xiao pillow love thick; red tears singing smoke and sand, lonely Zunzun before the flowers and the moon. The residual illumination of the lack of moon, sleepless night, tears stained clothes, heart on the sad marks can not be cut.
Canlan leaves, jade butterflies, Zi Gui sound but, azalea crying blood. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. For whom did I promise a thousand years, for whom did I pour the earth? Who asked for the red dust? Who asked about the floating life? Red paper, in the end, love, the sea pearl, can not resist the warm tears touch the eyebrow. The sea is deep, the piano song to send, this world, you will still appear, if appear, please allow me to blossom pour city!
A flower in the world, a thought of a dust, falling flowers intentionally stained sleeves, no one and who listen to the words of obsession? The past is like smoke, whose loneliness moved whose heart? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes. Who's waiting for who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in the next life!
How many years of trials and tribulations, I have repaired my heart into a lotus, heart like a lotus open, not to meet, only to seek this love affair with you. In the past life, in this life, in the next life, in the reincarnation you always owe me a look back. If, if you look back, that moment of splendor shaking down, spread all over the ground falling Ying. In the smoke and rain of the red dust, for you step by step lotus flower. That moment is the most beautiful beginning of life.
Singing a section of the fireworks, listening to a song of the moon, encountered a few cold winds through the window, the candle shadow shaking red, the wind dance mantle, messed up the flow of years; silent listening to the language of the flowers, pity the group of flowers bloomed, thinning out a few sorrows, sighing the flowers dark period, adding a few strands of sadness, confluence blossom spring, staring at the place, the gradually moving far away from the silhouette of the place will go? And where will the young man be in love?
A word of lingering, a word of love, stirring the heart, tearful eyes. One side of the plain paper folded thousands of lovesickness, loving love silk stretching your pen end of the finger tenderness, sighing the world's continuous love, from ancient times to the present day how much love kneaded how much infatuation.