Which song are you humming.
In the red dust, who did you miss?
In the red dust, which city did you sacrifice.
The red dust love song, sing all the prosperity of the grass and trees withered;
The red dust love song, around all the sadness of the heart sink,
The red dust love song, for whom to sing all the despair, sing all the sadness?
Reward the confidant, to build a success, when the danger of a long time to face the journey Difficult to think about, the heroes from the despair. The years of silence, the autumn wind is tired of wandering; the sunset can not bear to fall, the words of the people scattered lonesome.
In the past, the words in my ear were already flowing eastward with the sound of the tide; when I looked back again, the past also fell with the maple leaves one by one.
Precipitating the past, picking up the bright sadness; those years, those crazy, those sad, at a certain crossroads, the dust has settled. The first time I saw the movie, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you!
Weaving the ideals of the future, although the front is confused; still in the unknown world to explore, the story beautifully whose sadness?
The empty city is still there, there are only a few stars of silence, the wisp of wind, has been in the dust, no sound, no trace of the drift and far away.
In my previous life, I was a snowdrop on the cliff, facing the wind and snow, swaying in the wind and snow, blooming alone. The wind and frost can not change in the cliff face, looking at the world of the aura.
The years can't take away the fearlessness in the dust. In a previous life, you are the passer-by under the cliff, facing the wind and snow in hiking, in the red dust to raise his head, accidentally looked at the cliff that the fearless snow lotus, want to flick a touch of petals, from the footsteps of the front, in the cliffs linger not to return to ......
Once we want to part-way in the mountains and water trekking, crossing thousands of mountains and waters, to see the
The two vaguely familiar figures are no longer there.
Now, the flowers are empty, the green hill is no longer there, cry a cry, laugh a smile, time is long, closed windows, for who is waiting?
The geese flew over the chrysanthemums and for whom the building is full? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Yuhan residual, residual incense is still, still shallow, shallow Hua Nian, dreaming of falling flowers across the jade xiao Ya Yu red dust between the curtain shadow. 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 ones. Snow geese return, return to the fence, the fence complain, complain about the thin edge.
The east wind goes, a few times the lack of moon green silk fluttering, sword light Rin, dance, people scattered! Last night's fragrant coverlet dreamed of a long way off, and the frosty cold of the annihilated purple strings.
The west wind is cool, a few of the remaining sun single, fan shadow is cold, people died love light. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Curve left a fragrance, tears stained clothes, collected in the corner of the West looking at the West Sang. Sacrifice prosperity, who sang the soul of the return of the wind in the reed reed? The ancients chanted poetry cavity: "flowers blooming and falling flowers full of days. The red dust is broken, who has pity?"
Who will go to understand the beauty of the falling flowers withered, falling flowers with the intention of flowing water flowing water relentless love of falling flowers, the prosperity of the end of such as three thousand east flowing water, I take a dipper but with a lifetime to understand. I always thought it was the flower withered, but it is wrong is the flower willing to fall.
The wind through the flowers willing to fall, fell three thousand flowers withered, flowing water always think of their own ruthless, and shame is actually voluntary flowers. The flowers are with the water, the flowers are with the water to go to the three rivers, last night I dreamed of the beauty of the flowers, this day only the flowers fall tears.
The prosperity of the end, a haggard in the wind, the bright moon small building, lonely no one to talk about love, the earth has me, the remnants of the dream has not woken up, drinking alone in the moonlight of lovesickness.
The fate of the world is like a dream, tasted all the human feelings of thin, long road, the ghost is not by me, lovesickness in the wind and rain.
In the past, I have walked through every inch of warm land with quiet joy, chasing the water and flowers, watching the eagle strike the sky, watching the fish fly shallow bottom.
I wandered along the Qingming Shanghe River, chanting Tang poetry and Song lyrics to come, listening to the Yuanqu, enjoying the Kun opera, have seen a hundred flowers bloom, encountered all the surprises and beauty of the world. But every now and then, but no one to talk about, this kind of sadness, who can know?
In the year, the flowers bloomed just right, the season enchanting my eyes, heart, suddenly have a kind of impulse to want to fall in tears.
Time flows away from the fingertips in a hurry, I can't catch the misty fate, can't keep the beauty of the flash in the pan. The first thing I can do is to try to write with my left hand, try to reverse the years, only in the mountains and rivers in the search, in the crossroads on the lingering.
However, the string has been broken by the rock, and I don't know where I found my soulmate. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do this.
Half a volume of poetry incense chanting the way back, look at the end of the world countless red, looking for the soulmate of a thousand degrees. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The red dust, watching the Manjushahua, the millennium flowers, quietly blooming; leaf green millennium, rippling in the text ocean! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. A touch of red, into the eyes, the silhouette of a smile, sent a thousand miles of sadness.
The world's most important and most important thing is that the world's most important people have a lot to learn from each other, and the world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is that the world's most important people have a lot to learn from each other. 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. I just want to, just want to, with a few worlds of happiness to exchange for a world of destiny.
The rain fell lightly, dripping into whose eyes? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The dark scent of the sleeve, powdered with the eyebrows of who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The west wind is cold, and it has rolled up the incense. Whose arms are wet with tears?
The dead wood and the broken lotus, whose tearful eyes have been drained?
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one.
In front of the window, the water is cold and smoky, and the green veil covers the red face. The night is dark, the flowers do not sleep, the sound of the piano drunken incense case. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life, and that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life.
Life is a long way off, so how many times do you think about each other? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Leaning on the fence alone, the wind blew snow, the wind hit the sycamore moon half-bent. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. The day of the sad scar depression, laying out the dance after all the prosperity of the pale.
Remember, you once said, winter is the most suitable for love, because love can make people warm, but also you tell me, love love you do not need to promise, because you are afraid of the season over the love lost, just, dear, you may not know, I have fallen into your jail, winter has come, and you no longer need me?
The night of the cold into a sweet dream with you, pipa rambling light play, toggle the thoughts of my heart, quietly guarded in this cold night. The first thing you need to do is to look at the lonely sea in the distance, the fishing boats on the sea, the people on the fishing boats, whether they can also hear this beautiful sound of the zither?
The loyal bones and souls of the heroes, the broken shadows dance, the red damask flies, night and day, the gods die.
A few more delicate fingers dancing in the ink, a few more sorrowful poems and words of the soft razor, holding up the clanging of the blade, but can not hold the watery years.
The moonless battlefield, the sword relative to the tears, light dance sleeve, the hasty prosperity fell, seal engraved in the lintel of the watch. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are going to do it.
Standing in the wind and rain of the previous dynasty, I twisted the green silk into a thread of longing, crossing the drifting autumn water, pulling up a curtain of dreams. In the lonesome stormy night, counting the pale and messy sentences, with a song of butterfly dream dance off the red dust.
A few more flowers, a few more flowers, a few more empty tears, the coverlet sleepless moonlit night, the executive with a scroll of poetry to borrow the moon chanting; dew cold frost frosty night, warm wine by the fireplace drunkenly look at the red dust.
In the gap of the years, all the staring sentiment, into a melancholy sigh. In the fading years of the edge, push the cup, wantonly splash ink, will be more than a few lingering old things written into the ancient word chapter.
Between the lines, with the tenderness of the fingers, endless thoughts, engraved with a thousand years of vigilance, a thousand years of attachment; with the poignant lingering, vicissitudes of style, lonely sadness and happiness, woven into this ancient legend, a thousand years of reincarnation.
The lights of the city, the sea of cars and horses, the shadow of the moon, powdered with which dynasty of prosperity?
When the spring breeze of the month of spring Buddha drunk garden of peach blossoms, want to say and difficult to say, tsk tsk endlessly when Gotham sighed, memory of other years, delicate fingers stained guzheng, broken strings stained red dust.
The opening of the current year, the rain hit the banana, the eyebrow frowning step by step lotus. Sheng Song incense, who is pulling the cuffs, chilling the previous life of the dash, laughing at the wind and clouds in front of the eyes over, lying drunk in the red dust, play a song, a thousand years of love and worry.
The last fingerprints, the dream of a good man, turn jue Yue Yue feast Qingdu, jade bracelet show, drunken West Lake, three feet of Shu silk marriage margins robe difficult to embroider, faint old dreams, hooked up with the remnants of the moon, a touch of the river, always more than just to the east flow.
Half for the water and half for the dust, and alone, the soul. The geese have gone without a trace, how many tears on earth, most of them are born for the king.
A song of sadness, snowflakes drift away, look at each other, when the spring breeze Lian Liu shore. 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 have to pay for the services you need.
The rain flies, flying out of the fallen flowers with the water flow, water flow love fallen flowers without emotion. The first thing you need to do is to look at a hint of the rain.
All kinds of helplessness, no more than the love of death, easy to water people go, the bright moon such as winter frost.
When Gotham, soaking wet lace sleeve, hanging pen, the shore of a thousand waves. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
In this world, there are a few degrees of wind and snow, a few degrees of tears?
The fate of the gathering and dispersal of the fate of the water, the love of the deep and shallow love like the wind, perhaps the eyes have become smoke clouds is the history of the frame? The tears, but only for that moonlight residual red.
Perhaps, life is a tragedy, who can not escape the void and the vicissitudes of life, like the world of the so-called love and love, when the prosperity behind the end of the empty dream, the so-called alliance with the sea is just a well-intentioned lie.
I pity the countless people who have looked through the water. Eventually, a handful of bitter tears, leaving a cavity of heartbreak language, for Yi to eliminate the sadness of broken, turn around and waved tears do not infatuation, I hope that the love will go to the sky will be mercy, vaguely hope that Jun thousands of miles and a hundred years.
You know I was in love with you, you know I still think about you, parting said good not to cry, why tears confused? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not going to be able to do it.
The story of love is divided into parts, the pain of more than one of my people, once loved each other sensationally, Qingqing me into a legend, the romantic red dust have you also have me, let me sing a song of love for you!
Your tenderness, always around my thoughts, grow in my life. The old dreams are hard to find, the old things are hard to remember.
There have been a few, light song roaming with Secretary *** dance, affectionate companion Secretary *** degree, vowed to life *** pay.
And now, the memory of the dust, the edge is also extinguished, the dust of the past cloud smoke, look back, the shape has been a stranger, only to fall countless ashes of love.
The cold smoke on the street, the mountain is reflected in the red of the remaining sun. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I've forgotten where I am, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
Let the wind dazzle my hair, perhaps the poem is difficult to continue, the dream is difficult to stay, your beautiful three thousand silk I have no chance in this life for you a comb?
But I have no regrets about meeting and knowing each other in this life. In the caress of the breeze, I am still intoxicated, weaving the memory of my dream.
In the street, the flowers bloom without intention, the spring is gone, and who has pity?
Thoughts are like water, and the tears.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots!
A song of red dust, around all the sadness of the heart sinking,
A song of red dust, for whom to sing all the despair, sing all the sadness?