Thinking about it is a good idea, but it's not a good idea to cut it up.
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The moon is pale, the wind is bleak, a song of the eternal lute, floating acid in this life's love. Thoughts step night and come, drop flow in the sea of the moon, flurry fall full into the empty night, silk sound engraved marks, collision of the heart of the stupid, tears overflowing eyes, wantonly flow down, like strings such as sobbing and complaining.
Drinking the moon a thousand feet, silent night into the love, difficult to swing a strand of love. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service. 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. I hate that the night is difficult to sleep, sprinkled with thoughts, cut thin a cold moon, counting jumped in the eyes, knot strands of love.
Tonight; step broken moonlight, let the past fly, sprinkled in every string, touching the sound of the voice as a complaint. The thoughts in the arms of the soft broken, diffuse in the night, turned into the sound of the low call, lingering flow into a thin sadness, hidden in the corner of the night, fell full of light sadness, spilling the silence.
Lone star broken, broken dreams, cold clothes. 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. However, the moment you turn your head, you forget the tenderness of the millennium, for me to plant a bone-deep wound in this life; thousands of drunkenness, can not be drunk this life of ten thousand volumes of sadness. Volume in and out of the volume, words carved in the heart, only a song sings an unchanging story, fade into the bottom of the heart.
Autumn water long day, the sun like blood. 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, and I was in the middle of the night. Your elegance, across my eyes, into a curtain of dreams, sprinkled in the soft into the moonlit night, gently provoked a thousand strands of attachment; all the tenderness of the past, still embellished with the fall eyebrow center, Wanwan light wandering, percolating micro-perfume; tenderness into a full of poetry, with the release of the night to its heart's content, however, the face is left shallow tear marks.
Drunken forgetfulness, how to be entangled in the family; can pity the silent night, the shadow of the words bleak. The first thing you need to do is to get to know each other, and then you'll be able to get to know each other better. In the ageless night, stringing up your warm piece of broken words, folded into the Tang and Song Dynasty, paved with the words of this night. A love affair can only be sent to the dream, and I, into a dream butterfly, waiting for the dawn of the moment in the long thin moonlight, **** dance.
The fate of the flowers, people go empty, dream flowers fall for who hurt? I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same place before, but I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same place before. Rub yourself into the reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of having met; parting, in the tearful eyes of the flowers fall between; heartbreak, in the fingertips of the pale; fade, in the ancient remnants of the dream. In the nightingale's bleak sigh, let a piece of delicate tenderness, choked and lost in the dark night of the poem. Allow a cavity of the Mian Wan of love, floating in the wind; any a warm rain, kissed all the lips on the cool; any cold moonlight, reflected in the eyes, a long fragrance.
More night, the white veil frost, dreaming of a thousand times, cold fog thick smoke, withered curtain full of fallen flowers. The whole thing is a very important part of the process, but it's also a very important part of the process. The meeting, parting, suddenly a dream. Like the wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear dripping on the rock, derived from a former wound. Perhaps, the parting is just a long journey in this life, and the tenderness of the three lifetimes is my obsession in this life, without regret or complaint.
In this life, I follow the ancient legend, in the tunnel of time, for you to sprinkle withered petals. In the short-lived lingering in this life, the most beautiful memories, strung into a melodious melody, only to pay homage to the flowers in full bloom, the most gorgeous meeting. And I, only to be forgotten in --- the ancient remnants of the dream.
This one is good, though not the lyrics. But it's also something that can improve the level of composition~ I can send it to you again if you need beautiful lyrics! (*^__^*) hehehe ......