A few times after the smoke dissipated, a few times through the sea, the red dust is still left, that moment of memories engraved in the heart, not forgotten.
In the reincarnation of the earthly world, I am looking for you in the memories, in a thousand turns in this life, my heart is still the same, no matter after a thousand years, I am still a thousand years ago, the same unchanging vow.
A touch of smoky rain and love, a touch of flowers inseparable love, three life on the stone review, still for you ten miles of peach blossom waiting.
Once said that Acacia is not alone, but separated from the end of the world water side, although I know that Acacia bitter heart, broken tears, but decided to continue wishful thinking. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The stranger blossomed, who will be for whom to pour out the red dust, thoughts without remorse?
In the past life, you look back and smile, drunk my tears of a thousand years of lovesickness, in this life, I am waiting for you lonely, for you to fall into a longing for the beginning of the hang-ups, for you to fall into a thousand turns of the entanglement of the chain.
The red dust is like a dream, the thought of drifting, who once put who's oath, engraved on the stone of three lives? The deep painting, determined to silence a thousand fried heart of the morning and evening, that condensed love broken tears miserable, wet who sad eyes? Always think, turn around will forget the river fade, but still still in the dream with you lotus root and linking the soul, your face and smile, still so clear emergence, so that I can not cut off this love affair as water. In this life, you are my touch less than the favor, I only in the red dust on the other side of the helpless watch, you became my eyes can not turn to the end of the world gaze.
Spring and autumn rain, flowers blossom, leaf birth leaves zero, the baptism of the passing years, the memory of yesterday, now look back, dusty indifference has been a long time traces of traces. Thousands of thoughts, like water without traces, the wind in the brush, the heart in the move, the fate of the water, rubbing the shoulders of the momentary splendor of the present day, but stayed in the past as if it were a dream, and now recalled at a loss, but you have long been lost in the vast dust, only the boundless rain, misty faye sprinkled, in that world, the beauty of a lonely pity. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find the right one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to find the right one, and I'm sure you'll be able to find the right one.
The sky is long and unforgettable, the dance shadow endless thoughts, once promised to this life to the next, the alliance vowed not to bear the love of the lead, the passage of time, reincarnation of the turn of the wheel, once walked through the wind and rain, once endured the sadness and joy. In this life, the wrong time, apart from the distance, back rubbing shoulders, gradually moving away, leaving that world alone, once promised the promise of the world. In this life, we can not cut the parting thoughts, only under the eyebrow and on the heart, suddenly, reverse flow into the eternal millennium love river.
The other side of the world, I would like to turn into a traction flower, traction with your memories, traction, such as the wind, whisking the River of Forgetfulness, whisking the Naiho Bridge, the other side of the reincarnation of the next life, the next life, in the rolling red dust, I'm still your unchanging love, regardless of the world of things into the Mulberry fields, or into the sea, regardless of the millennium cycle, is how far away from the time, can not be touched in the next life and the next life of the vow of no abandonment, traction, such as a dream, the The flower of traction, forever blooming, for you to pull the memory not for the drift. In the thousand years back to the world of red dust, I am like the wind rolling over, still with you red dust encounter, even if the millennium cycle of every life, every life, just with you a shoulder rub, or only with you a look back, my heart willingly look forward to for you.
Cloud hidden acacia, thoughts such as butterflies love flowers, in this thousand turns of this life, I have no choice but to bury the bitterness of this longing in the heart, let the flowers blossom and fall by the passing of the years, can not be erased from my vows to you. My heart is like a leaf like a boat, surfing in the oath of the long distant sea of bitterness, drifting every life, displaced every life, for you to dream of a thousand years of chase, my heart for you, has been extended to stay in the beginning of the magnificent generation.
The red dust strata stained fingers, thoughts such as the wind without trace and shadow, time passes, years wasted, over how many spring, over how many autumn, over how much life, over how many worlds, the past life in the twinkling of an eye, the other side of the shore of this life, who is in the three stone, watching over the past life has been yellowed oath? The edge of the red dust, who will wait for a section, never leave the vow of love? The red dust is still, a petal heart incense, as if flying, in search of dance to the distance, pulling the red dust can not be unsettled point by point, silk strands of the fate of love.
In the next life, I will be the flower of traction, for you a thousand years, for you not thankful, not extinguished, the fragrance of the flower diffuse far, traction thousands of lifetimes of the red dust. 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 products and services in the world.
Dancing in the red dust, the orchid finger flicked, the fluttering of the lovesickness, rubbed who's 'heart'? The wind whisked the willow bank, the cliff bleak flute sound, that boundless entanglement, fell down whose tears? Thoughts of the cruel reincarnation, autumn water Iren's expectations, tormented how many months over the willow willow willow mournful pity? The blossom of the leaning fence expectant, the leaves fall melancholy wandering, who is the blossom of the dye painting oath of bleak beauty? Who carved the fallen leaves to write the sadness of the love of each other? This life's no share, hard to keep the fate of knowing each other's dream shadow disorientation, hurt who's heart, broken who's tears? The next life of the red dust expectations, no sound and no way to forget, bitter who's love, pain, who's blood?
The remote red dust, traction ferry, whose vows changed into the forgetfulness of the river leaves? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
On the other side of the world, I would like to become a profoundly fragrant flower of traction, for you to pull the memory of the past life of the absolute love of a thousand times, for you to leave every moment of the gaze back to look back, and always stay in the wind. Dreaming of the fragrant soul, broken bridge snow, in every pathway of the next life of the smoky red dust, and you wait to meet.
The red dust love, silent rain, long night, wind rolled lovesickness the end of the world, waiting for you to blossom and fall, waiting for you to wait for a long time, and you meet in the reincarnation of the other side of the shore, and you talk to you in the cloud and water in the love, the sound of the heart of the thoughts, streaks of dance, accompanied by the spring wind, autumn and moon, in the old world, no regrets, silently entwined.
My thoughts are with you, not only in this life, but look forward to being together for the rest of your life.
The shore of this life, the dream of the next life, looking at each other from afar, the millennium cycle, for the vow to dance in the red dust. Let the thoughts soar, in the next life a thousand times, the red dust to stay in love, acacia tears until the flow of dry also have no regrets, rain and smoke of red dust of the remote thoughts, who in the uncomplaining expectations? The thousand-year cycle of the vow of hopelessness waiting, who do not regret the pain of the vicissitudes of life broken? Once upon a time, the desolate solitude of the thousand years of Naihe, whose heart has never given up? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.
Thousands of years of expectations, you are my boundless, endless, endless thoughts, into a far that I can not touch. Red dust and love, smoky rain, do not forget every this life, not negative every afterlife.