Life is like a play and a dream, all the prosperity is empty.

Things are not, people are not, the past can not be traced.

Autumn rain always comes in silence, a rai

Life is like a play and a dream, all the prosperity is empty.

Things are not, people are not, the past can not be traced.

Autumn rain always comes in silence, a rain, a cool, withered a piece of fallen leaves. Years are always in the cycle, several vicissitudes, can only deposit that an old heart, all the silent only in the years with the wind, with the falling leaves. The years flying leaves, carrying my dream heart and unknown time, flying in the purple sky, pieces of fallen leaves actually put together a piece of music that can not play.

Life is like a play, in the waiting missed the beautiful. As the song says, "When it's time to go out, go out. Because happiness is on your side. When you pay, love has gently crossed from your side, leaving behind regret, regret. Fresh morning, the wind lightly swept through the ears leaving a refreshingly cool in the heart. The sun is warm and not strong, shallow light through the window through the fall of a cozy beauty.

It turns out, need to wait until the wind and dust incense flowers have been exhausted, can see the last wind and moonlight, flowers and moonlight. No matter where you are, to finish the world, we will eventually meet. Everyone is a passer-by. I am your passer-by, you are my passer-by, you and I are the passer-by of time. When you look back to find, that person has long been submerged in the sea, so we have no reason not to cherish the people around us.

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are still scattered, the cold crows perched and startled, the love of the day to know when to see each other, this night is difficult to love. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

One day you and I twilight, *** before the court, to enjoy the flowers fall, laughing about the years of life. This evening, a hundred years after the world a glance, and carry each other through, only to know that beautiful flowers have long been seen all over the world. The heart of the micro-movement of the love of their own far. The thing is not, people are not, things are not, the past can not be traced.

The rain and wind, who disturbed the old dream of youth; dust settled, who told the parting of the love of the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. Listening to the distant flute, but it is a pity that the love of sorrow if the pain, see, close to the long flow of water, but it is a pity that the separation of suffering like a dream, who will be the red dust to see through, who will be the words shallow, and who can extinguish the fire of this world?

The Naihe Bridge, the clear water, the quiet Yang; forget the side of the river, the blue wave cold. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Wasted years have no words, only the remaining hate in this life; time is like a shear, cut, a long sigh. Cold, loneliness, long standing in the wind, willing to be dried up by the wind. Under the eaves of the fine rain, I can't stand it, and I can't stand the smoke at the end of the flying hill. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

Life is like a play like a dream, the prosperity of the turn of the head into empty. How many times in the past life look back, the end is just for this life rubbing shoulders, a glimpse of the past, the death of a stunning, who remembers the original stunning? We are just strangers, hand in hand in heaven and on earth, the final is just a song broken strings hurt episode. --The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.