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The moon is in love with the wilderness for a thousand years.
A white dress, has not been stained by the world mottled stains in the wind flying like snow, beautiful as new lined with my lowered eyebrows do not speak of the face, hands and feet, just like the ancient Buddha in front of the green lamp that slowly blossomed in the white lotus, scooped up drops of tears on the flower petals, wetting the other side of the pillow you dream of the long sighs of relief.
The dance, make clear shadow, flying body light spin, ripples light pan.
My tears, dense with the vicissitudes of the world, only for you to roll down, gurgling as the spring of the endless, landed on the jade shattered eight petals of the moment, rippling up the heart of the wisps of love, soul you I met in the poetic romance of the charming spring. Since then, the spring bloom of the enchanting flowers, will become a transplanted in my heart and sea breeding compulsion, entangled me in the pursuit of life and death, only for an ethereal fate and alone silent wilderness. The tears fell, sighed softly, danced, shadow limp ......
The red dust of you, can you ever see this lonely dance?
The tiptoe of the tiptoe, walking my thoughts; flying body of the rotation, all because you swaying posture; flying sleeve, clear cold glazed moonlight. In the night wind, on the street, beside the stream, a song of lovesickness, a dance of broken souls, a downcast person, lost and sunk in the gorgeous waltz steps. The five-stringed zither on the other side of the river, from the bowstring of the crescent moon like sobbing and playing the Acacia song, wrapped in the long smoke and sunset at the end of the three lifetimes of the stone has not yet been extinguished the mark, just need you to turn around and a charming look back, the tears of the dream will be transformed into bright multicolored flowers, to dress up the spring of the drizzling rain. The end of the cloud, I will also wear a rainbow of Xiajiajie, Prime a lotus of the vegetarian spirit, thousands of miles of wind and dust to your window, waiting for you to be able to recognize that I have been waiting for a thousand years and haggard face.
The other side of you, really as promised?
The insistence on a lonesome dance, along the crescent moon spring, clouds, silver river bank Shu sleeve dance, rotating, I fell to the ground, knitted eyebrows, but the spring is unlimited complaints.
Mountain a course, water a course, between you and me across how many courses of water? Counting in detail, even counted to the eyes ache until the heart is exhausted. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company, and then you have to pay a lot of money for it.
Countless times of patience, countless times of pain, countless times to put down, countless times to pick up, countless times in the dream, countless times in the fog, the desert wilderness crisscrossed weaving into the acacia buckle, a thousand knots, adoration to do the lead, acacia through the line, and the earthly vine entangled in a chain of reasoning, a pristine heart across the vines in full bloom on the 'Hundreds of winks and thousands of reds, head parked in the prosperity has never been favored on top of the wilderness, to toughen up our I'm not going to be able to do that.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
The first thing you need to do is to look at the eyes of the people who are looking at you, and then look at the eyes of the people who are looking at you, and then look at the eyes of the people who are looking at you.
Once the ten fingers interlocked, the mirror outside the window, is still tonight like endless moonlight; yesterday's two love, like a passionate Rumba, dazzling people mesmerized. A flower blossomed time, we are lost in each other's eyebrows, fantasize two two look at each other, fixed long and long, never get tired of, the mountain is not pronged heaven and earth together only dare to go with the king.
Not away, is the two hearts overlap superimposed, can not go out of each other's thoughts of the trip.
Not to give up, is just want to hold your warm hand, the end of the world never give up.
What I want is so simple, one sentence.
What I love is so heavy, a thousand years.
A good night, for whom to furnish? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Heaven and earth, like water flowing years, I refuse to listen to the cold Sanskrit in the temple, just want to be in your attention for a second, blooming life's most beautiful red flowers and green leaves, quietly drum up my life's courage, Yu Shu Linfeng, with a fox trotting dance hidden by the time of a thousand years, to awaken the memory of your past life and present life.
If you can still remember, remember the tears that were blown down to the end of the world by the wind for you.
If you can still remember, remember that late night for you to wait for the dawn of the lamp.
Lotus Lake, I do not want your oath; green stone alley, I do not want you for once tired. I just need you to lower your noble head, unload your pride, as long as your graceful silhouette slowly slow down your lotus steps, side-eye look back, smile, look at my sleeve fly roll away the vicissitudes of the millennium, look at my green silk twisted cup kot of this world's earthly destiny.
I just want to bow to ask a question, you, can be a thousand years ago you?
The white snow, dancing out of the snow shadow, such as the white lotus suddenly blossomed in the world; delicate heart, petals into obsession, drifting into a distant and quiet dream.
Thousands of years of love, not a debt, you do not need to return; a thousand years of waiting, not a hijacking, you do not need to be afraid. If you want me to use a dreamlike millennium to change your current world of stability, then I would like to kneel in front of the Buddha for you to make a wish, sit and ask Zen, and pray for the next life, I'm a green leaf, you're a red flower, just to set off your delicate posture; this life you're the morning sun I'm a dewdrop, just for you every ray of light to show the colorful. I would like to see you wake up from the morning dream, there is no last night's residual tear drops on your face, there is a kind of peaceful smile hidden in your deep eyes; I would like to see you return in the middle of the night, someone to help you pat off the snow, and then give you a warm and true embrace; I would like to see you quietly fall asleep, with my eyes over and over again sketched out your eyebrow your eyes, your demeanor engraved in the bottom of the heart, so that your image accompanied me on the way home! The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and what I'm not doing.
The world is changing rapidly, once the sea changed into a mulberry outlet. When we look at the sunrise and sunset in our respective cities, whose hearts will still remember the wilderness of the millennium love?
When the world's indifference over the long years, when the Buddha before the white lotus laziness of the world of fame, when loneliness in the darkness of the dawn of the hustle and bustle, when the fall of the red ushered in the next blossom in the forbearance of the dance, a lonely solo dance, a waltz eventually did not have to invite a partner should be the end of the song, the millennium in the recession of the road dance to the depths of the feelings of the limit, I would be swaying sleeves, like a tree in the night sky, a tree in the sky, a tree in the sky, a tree in the sky, a tree in the sky, a tree in the sky. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the fireworks in the night sky, and after the splendor of the night, I'm sure they will return to silence.
In the past life is about to recede, the next life is quietly emerging, the love of the grudge plot, who has not been negative who of the millennium.
Life is like a dream, no longer look forward to the next reincarnation, if the renewal of the afterlife and then can not deduce the legend of that section of the bone before the millennium, why bother to sigh for those who are so beautiful to the ultimate agreement on the lips, tangled up in the heart?
This world of letting go, not helpless, just want to fall into the mortal world from a beautiful myth, silently feinting in the secular love river, looking for love in this world, a couple of white head of the covenant.
The white dress faded, green silk ò up, before saying goodbye, let the immortal millennium into my heartless a look back, through the haze of this shore, looking at the other side of the bush, let me look at you fondly last look, see the mark of the millennium in your body disappeared, look at the unfamiliar you so that I can no longer see to come to life to realize the butterfly's hopes.
From now on, the red dust strangers, never recognize each other; from now on, the end of the world, never follow each other.
A smile, the city.
A dance, the world.
A dance, a dance, a dance, a dance, a dance.