Life is like a dream, joy and sorrow, poor love and hate, often built in the heart! I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it. The north wind blows, my heart flies. The tears of the mountains and rivers, who is right and wrong. I'm not sure if you're a fan of the idea, but I'm a fan of the idea. The heart turns back, the sea is rotten. The road of vicissitudes, dream years. Don't wait until the full hair has been spotted, hate the year, the empty moon in the sky. At that time, talk about the red face, remember the young man, the time has changed. Sorrow a river of water to the east, think in vain, remember in vain! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. A dusty soil, thousands of bones, by the love of the bitter. The heart is exquisite, cold ice building, only for the indifferent and unfeeling things. Pity the poor years, beautiful dreams in vain. Endless vicissitudes of endless road, where do people wake up from their dreams? The stars in the sky blink, the eyes on the ground look at the stars. A man and a woman on a rock in an uninhabited valley. Time is like a dream, and fate is like the wind. Look at the door blossoms and falls, with you hand in hand, *** degree of spring and fall; listen to the wind and rain outside the window, drunken lying in the book of the gentleman, the spirit of desire to mingle. Ask this life can have regrets, the years are silent, come and go in a hurry; Road in this life, what is no regret, love with you, although the death of no worries. If there is an afterlife, my heart is still the same, side by side with the white head, there is nothing else to ask for. Thirty years like a dream, indifferent to look back, the mountains are still the same, but the red face what to ask for? The wind is on the branches and the people are thinning. Who is calling from afar? Who is hovering in the dream? Who is crying in the evening breeze? Who is lingering between looking back? Who is it that asks the sky from a thousand mountains away? Who sighs in the silence of the night? Who roars in the wind and rain? Who searches for yesterday's footprints in the world? If there is love in the sky, why are there tears? If there is no hatred, why do people sigh? When the dead return and the past is gone, I angrily ask the heavens if there are teardrops? It's like a song flying in the clouds, like a love ringing in the heart, like a song of broken heartedness, no reciprocal sent to the sky. The road of the vicissitudes of life, a young man walking, a piece of hate a piece of love. Sunset road, people's heart broken, night only hope that the dream will be. The poor love tears, hazy eyes, see the love cycle, empty remaining sadness. I remember the first time we met, the two hearts were connected. They were so in love that they refused to go. But now we are in two places, and we have no intention to think about each other. The poor man has not returned. The sky is silent and the flowers are in tears, the dusty wind is in my dreams. When the moon is full and the dream returns, I will meet you in the nine springs. When I look back at the past years, I will feel a lot of sorrow and sadness. The years that have passed away, and the flowers that have fallen with them. The wind and the moon, a few sorrows. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea for me. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. There is no turning back in the Yangtze River, and people don't go back to their youth when they are old. I remember the first time we met outside the city, the pink dress danced with the wind. The heart is like jade, a hint of intoxication in the delicate face. The breeze under the flowers whisked the jade face, half shy and half edge. I can't help but smile and savor the thought of love, but I can't help but feel pity in the arms of the jade man. All heroes are lonely, all laughter is love! It's hard to see each other and easy to say goodbye. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I sigh longingly at the door, the peaches are red and the willows are green, and it is difficult to send a book. I hate the spring breeze is powerless, not to send the soul, empty rain. The night is like a painting, look at the lights, flickering. The night wind is like a zither, lightly sprinkled with love and affection. When love is strong, love turns thin, love is also bitter. Karma is the cause of the gathering, the cause of the end of the separation. Everything goes with fate, heaven and earth by heart. The moonlight and shadow of a pair of people walking, hand in hand laugh martial arts. When I look back at the road I traveled, my heart mirrors theirs. A road, a love. The road of a lifetime, traveling together. Two hearts, two feelings. Walking under the moon hand in hand. Don't look back, don't forget. The moon spoke softly at that time. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that!