The years are like a shuttle, and they are all over the place. When the years crossed the fingers quietly passed, those past events and memories, is still clear? Life is like a flower, years like tide; quiet flowers blossomed and shed colorful pressure on the other side of the lonely reincarnation of the road, the rush of the tide of the fluctuation of how lonely years. The life of a few times sadness and happiness, looking back has been dust. The heart of the matter to the yaoqin, play a song of the world of chaos, send thoughts in the wind and moon. Fate comes and goes, fate gathering and dispersing, ultimately a smoke and rain a dream, a world of red dust a Que song bleak how much despair ......!
These are the first time I've ever seen a person who has been in the world for a long time, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen one. Every time you touch the tip of the pen on the budding thoughts, that yesterday's embrace, yesterday's love, as if the clouds, really stay in the depths of memory, and geometry?
Spring flowers intoxicated by the autumn moon, the autumn moon loves the breeze, the breeze Mu Xiangxue, Xiangxue fall plum red. With the late autumn leisurely and slowly fall, flying down the peach red petals are engraved with the once warm love fragrance, how many dreams of rain and smoke south of the river, blossom and fall a few love? The wind dries up the tears without words, and the pen without heart paints the colors. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you need to pay for the services you need, and then you need to pay for the services you need.
The past with the wind, rendering loneliness, that interlaced with the fine broken years of paper roll as song. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. If we meet in the next year, the flowers bloom differently, the flowers fall differently sad, the drizzling rain of the old dream, subverted the three lifetimes, whether you are still willing to crouch in the dome of the years to wait for the shallow end of the world? Looking back at the tears a few times, lovesickness cause loneliness, disorientation accompanied by Xiaoxiang, wind and rain embroidery broken Shuoxiao. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you'll have to pay for the services you need.
Years are easy to pass, years like a song, just like yesterday's dream of the sea has been mulberry outlet, only the silk wind swept through. The sound of gently blowing down, sealed in this life, traveling through the ink and water of the smoke and rain, you can still remember who is singing for you? Years no longer, pale look back, love if the dream, away from the song of a thousand sorrows, has not yet finished singing the tenderness, love has come to an end, owed to a guard, you have come out of the ink I used three lifetimes three lifetimes brush seal painting, that belongs to you and me love song, poignant wandering in the memory is unwilling to disperse, try to banish the memory, with the time to slowly go to the drifting ......
The red dust ferry, the sea of love without end, the former acquaintance with each other, into sandalwood wisps, who will be my cohesion fingertips secretly treasured. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own, and then you'll be able to get a good deal on your own. How many tears in the red dust love affair, turned into a dust edge with the wind. Filled with your silhouette of the eyes in the collarbone at the look through the autumn water, the night rain wind, blowing down how many tears of lovesickness into a thin sadness. Plastic city of infatuation, who knows who is who in the story of life? The people go to the empty building that lonely reincarnation of who knows who is who?