The years have been a great success, and I'm sure I'll be able to make it through the years with you. I don't want to be a part of it, I don't want to be a part of it, I want to be a part of it, I don't want to be a part of it.
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get your hands on a new one, but I'm sure you'll be able to get your hands on a new one. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Lightly buttoned corridor, sound clamor dust far away. In the clear blue sky, you can see that the words are clear. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to find out what you want to do, and then you need to do it. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
You are far away from the dust, stroking the sleeve as the first encounter. The cold traces see the bottle eyebrow, empty bottle without flowers, very unintentional!
The year, across the sky of the neon dress, shaking drunk who, the contract of the previous life, cool the disorientation of this life?
The words, shuttled in the flute sound jumping in the gap, warm hidden how much life if only as the first encounter. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get them in the right place.
Through the window, far from the line is a fuzzy ink light clothes
Pick a lonely shadow, with a wisp of warm incense memory, sown in the deepest dust, walking through the sound of the shallow green flower broken dream. The word fragrance half-volume, dusty into the quiet box, and in a certain elegant day, will be a string of purple grape color memory. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm doing it. Waves, find a clean time, savor an unfinished song.
Five hundred times to look back in exchange for a rubbing shoulders in this life, a sea of people, to meet, know each other to love, how many destiny need to be exchanged, I do not know. I only know that the red dust has you, drunken years.
Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma, karma.
Mo if the memory mottled, bruises, can not forget, and then renew the previous marriage. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes and boots.
Summer flowers, autumn leaves pale. 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. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The suffering of the current year, crying but no tears, after the prosperity, leaving only memories. Those years drowned in the past, with the wind together with the dance, and finally do not know where to go? I've seen all the Jiangnan rain and smoke, everything to be passed, such as fireworks, like people, the road of the red dust is short.