The world has been through the vicissitudes of life to find you a few degrees of dust lyrical prose

Chinese lotus root silk haunting, can not break my search for you a few degrees of infatuation, the wind to live in the dust incense, not all the fall of the flowers you smile, the prosperity of the curtain, the world all the vicissitudes of life, the balustrade shot all over the place, raise your eyes, only to stay in your figure appendage, style fall step. Under the oil-paper umbrella, you are a cluster of flowers and fireworks, red dust and fireworks, you are under the ink, full of green sleeves. You flutter like a shock, Wan as the phoenix, a song of funeral flowers, drop red dust path, dance shy thousands of flowers, you are my marriage line, pouring the love of this world, looking for you a few degrees of the dust.

The wind and dust laughs, the world of chaos, the shallow years, but also the leaves in the sunset red ink, sit down on your knees, quiet understanding of the Zen sound, together in the heart, you suddenly up the sound of the piano four around the Zhu string, playing plucked rouge sorrow dyeing sadness and happiness, a song of the vicissitudes of life, plucked the world of love and hatred, love and hate, ask the flowers bloom a few seasons, and fall a few dynasties. You alone strokes the piano, the sound of dust gradually, how many past events with the wind flow, how the poignancy of the end of a tree blossoms. Who am I drumming for? Remote Cen Yuan eyes, for you to lean on the qin back to the grudges, miserable, the sound of the qin is wrong, the two phase and encounter, that know, only each other's mutual appreciation, look at each other, as that bamboo horse plum, know the lovers, Maundy as the wind. In the past life, and your eyes, and you chase and play, this life, rub shoulders, for you to point dress wear red, to be in the next life wish, and then look for you a few degrees of destiny.

The flower faded red, smoke all night like a ghost, how many lovers tease the pen and ink in the heartache, suffering, how much frustration, sighs, isolated from the night cool, how to envy the beam, I wish the butterflies wings fly, a world of lingering. Flowers and wine, the drunkenness of the halo, poetry, the red dust tumbling, the stars and the moon, to be picked by hand, to send you a hairpin, moonlight silk dance, to be woven into a dress, to send you a white veil of plain clothes. I hope that I am your three thousand drunken guests, looking back when the only number of gaze at a place.

"Tear marks red worry shark raw silk through" skirt and sleeve, dimple color such as flowers, it is difficult to cover your eyebrow sadness. You are my care in the heart of the hand, carving a cut of cold plum, such as the orchid of the ghost, summer lotus of the clean, but also do not know how many people infatuated with the heart, drunk how many people's dreams, but also disillusioned or floated how many people's . The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy.

That year, you and I fingertips away from each other, the helplessness, as if this is full of rotten air of the world neon, lights interwoven with the car rest flow, Gu Zi wear fork in the intersection, seems to be the loneliness and pain, alone left behind in the yellowish night, the moonlight skimmed off the lovesickness and the parting of the wordless tears rain, despairing this such as a ghostly ink shadow. I have never said to give up, countless times firm heart expectations, even if the letter is difficult to send, but also to find you again, just want to touch the tenderness of your eyes again.

That year, I searched for the sea of purple bamboo flowers, but only caress to your residual light hair fragrance, I ran in the fiber miscellaneous dust, climbing along each other, in the netherworld, the red thread of mutual traction, for the life of the strand left behind in the obsession for the passing of the years, the memory of the engraving of the sweet smile. You are my life's pursuit of the wish, how can I let the wind chaotic mood, let the night whisk sweeping years, case table, red candle wax ink, vaguely still see you three thousand silk dance over the silk warmth of love, I put pen to paper poetry, leaving the words of love!

Heartbeat, only in a moment of love strings; trembling, only in a moment of attachment. The heartbeat is only a moment of love; trembling, only in a moment of love. The whole world, but also the fingers of prosperity, the curtain time, but also the end of the remaining lights. I don't dare to hope for mutual help, only for you to glance back, I am the end of the red dust of the green scales of the swimming fish, you are the side of the day gradually far away from the bird, even if I only such as patting the waves dance, but also do not let your figure in front of my eyes to fade away.

How to envy of the wing and wing, the love, remember "death and life, and son to say. If you are looking for you, I will not let go of your hand, and I will only put my deep love in your eyes!