1, can not be put is the obsession, chopping is the love affair, how many grudges, it is difficult to write off. Walking in the world, who can really do everything with the heart.
2, this world is really leaving me too much red dust attachment, Jianghu smoke has never stopped, the red face of the dream break lingering, children long, heroes short, this life, your smile can be who has looked back?
3, this world, there is always a person, so you can not forget; there is always a love, so that you can not give up; there is always a place, so that you stop to gaze for a moment. You think you throw down the rivers and lakes, you can not stay for who. You think you fade out of the red dust, you can go very determined. You think, anything, you have given up; all the memories, you have forgotten; to the end you realize, this life is in the trouble you, in favor of, and only a "love" word.
4, promises, sometimes just a beautiful modification of the sinister rivers and lakes; promises, but also is not waiting to wait for the waiting in the disturbed red dust. This jianghu sentimental really give people too much attachment, too much reluctance, who pour the world's agreement for you to send? Your obsessive life and for whom the depression?
5, is the right and wrong rivers and lakes more grudges, heroes and children caused by the long love, red dust disturbance drunken lingering, sentimental mountain village to witness the love, cliff bridge read confidant, not obsessed with, not white head, thousands of sentimental, on the heart.
6, the red dust is shallow, how many people around just become someone else's passer-by, how many years of gold has eventually become a yellowed rice paper only. Perhaps when the crowd in the flow of years has been old, when we can not remember those green faces, only to turn up the rice paper, to recall the throbbing. Life may be nothing more than a missed play, when you come, I am still in the distant future. When I stand here waiting for you, you have already left.
7, green silk hair, white lined clothes, late in life, the memory of love, a lot of less red dust scattered, how many heartbeats for your life, see, whether you hear the taste of my crying, my residual dream with your yesterday, holding today's scenery to roam ah you, you no longer experience my childish heart, and will not see me this pain in the long time, what is the long time, long time no see me is true, long time no see you is the every day! The moment of prosperity wash away today's blossoms, fall intention to break the run of the next life, with the speed of the fight to wait, wait for that invisible afterlife three lives.
8, the depths of thoughts, always flashing so a pair of charming eyes, eyes scattered heat, hair light, bright as the spring color of March. Who, touching my heartstrings, diffuse into a land of red dust, light up the starry sky of the quiet night.
9, the lonely sky far away, red dust and rain deep, a pillow of flowers still incense, dust and past events are with the wind. Butterfly dance Zhuangzhou, fallen flowers into the mound, vaguely see the old cozy time. That time flows with the river of youth, dancing two people's romance, two people's long life.
10, last night's frost eliminated the old dream, peach and willow green a curtain spring. The marriage several times the cycle of song, weak water three thousand splash red dust. The time is light, the age is slight, the flowers fall and blossom again. The past life's destiny is renewed in this life, and who will return to us when we look back several times? The years are shallow, the fragrance is short, empty sigh a hundred years into ashes. Cold lamp, the sea into a mulberry, but said: the former fate of the repair is not full, how to get together in this life?
11, the three lives on the stone of the three destinies, under the bridge of the Naiho ask forgetfulness. The first time I saw this, I offered to go back to the house, but I didn't want to go back to the house, I didn't want to go back to the house. ***The first thing you need to do is to look at the sea, the moon is bright, and the sun is warm, the red dust, the dream is drunken. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
12, lingering is the past, can not be forgotten is the figure, those who are left behind in the story of youth, a scene sweet into the secret of time. When you and I are separated from the end of the world, the love falls in the corner of the sea, they should be clear, you give me a moment of splendor, that is, I can not reach the eternal life, those immortal vows, still floating, in the light of the day, the red dust, with the dust, with the water, has been a silent dispersion.
13, last night's frost eliminated the old dream, peach and willow green a curtain spring. The marriage is a few times the cycle of song, weak water three thousand splash red dust. The time is light, the age is slight, the flowers fall and blossom again. The past life's destiny is renewed in this life, and who will return to us when we look back several times? The years are shallow, the fragrance is short, empty sigh a hundred years into ashes. Cold lamp, the sea into a mulberry, but said: the former fate of the repair is not full, how to get together in this life?
14, looking for, stepping through the red dust, see thousands of landscapes, not as good as you look back smile. The dust of the years, the smoke wave between the turn of the millennium, waiting for the next reincarnation, the next corner, the next desert, and met your slender silhouette.
15, the past is dismal, thousands of landscapes, but a dream of red dust. Now, I am scheduled to stand on the shore of the red dust into eternity, only to wait for you to smile back like the warm sun in early spring.
16, twilight look back, a look through, red dust boundless; lift the eyes, but again that, candle flames swaying.
17, the long red dust, wind and rain life, not now accompany me through a course and a course, the fate of the gathering, no fate of the dispersal, but have become a passer-by, in my eyes, the fate is a cup of water, gently shallow flow through my life, but you are in my heart branded never forget, I do not know if you still remember me, once came, I once existed.
18, life is short, floating life as a dream, if you can with the Iren **** conjugation will be willing but life retired from the red dust.
19, the lonely mound send word, the remnants of the flower for companionship, this life alone its a life for you alone in the depths of the red dust waiting for you to return.
20, the world outside the paradise, the remnants of the star point, goodbye to the world and the world is not destined to give up the world of the mountains and rivers.
21, so do that night incense moon, sprinkle a thousand wisps of light, let love is the ocean, haunting the body of each lonely shadow, cloaked in warm lines of poetry, write down the red dust is not hurt.
22, I'm not in the red dust, but also no longer in the prosperity, and sandalwood lingering meditation into one. The previous life of the debt once finished, do the heart of the lake that a green lotus, do not fight for color, not greedy edge, forget there was a dream around the soul. 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 them.
23, red dust is a cup of wine, stained with sadness, stained with deeper dew, bitter to death. Maybe wait a minute, maybe the next minute, will wine bottle lightly touch, the heart burning like kindling, maybe it will be fireworks easy to cold.
24, walked through the red dust of right and wrong, but always overstep the chasm that can not be measured, all of those in the past, the tangible traces of the wind blowing over, scattered all over the place. Intangible will be precipitated in the depths of memory. There is no need to ask the question of this evening, after all, the past is over, can not retain anything, the rest is just endless cold and bleak.
25, our dribs and drabs, and ultimately between you and me cold, red dust strangers, the end of the love, and then the beautiful scenery, but also just a ride, the flow of the years, all of them will end up in the dust and smoke curls in the never return.
26, away from the sadness of lingering, acacia constantly. As fingertip smoke, lingering in front of the eyes, entangled in the dream. All the red dust into the aged wine, drunk in my helpless melancholy soul ...
27, holding your hand at that moment, the dusty heart at that moment, once again the love of the red dust. A moment in space, a flash of a thousand years. The millennium snow only because of you and love fall red dust.
28, want you, the sky flying snowflakes, gently knocking on the heart of my soft as water emotion. I think you, let me read what is reincarnation. Thinking of you, let me turn into a snowflake in the past life, this life for you to snow dance red dust.
29, pieces of fluttering snowflakes, illusory holding hands on snow red dust picture. Suddenly looked back, fog and snow stars like rain, looking at your mesmerized gaze. In a flash, a heart obsessed in this snowy red dust. I wish that at this moment, your heart is like my heart, my heart is like your heart.
30, the life of the bustling exhaustion, the path of the longitudinal, willing to ferry you through the red dust.
31, in the red dust strangers and you met, met in the rainy Jiangnan, full of dense, your calm, my resentment. I condensed the grievances into a song of the ages, singing tunes, singing the sea, singing the Red Chamber dream break. You will be bland and charming into fragrant lilacs, in the wind with the wind, in the earth to compel the heart.
32, my teenager please take your collection of lilacs, waiting for me in the blue bridge of the dream, and so on, the time is old and safe, we are at the intersection of the red dust, with the wind ferry, floating anywhere.
33, such as the flow of quiet years, time flies, red dust intersection, the pathway across, I would like to ferry you to the intersection of the dream, red dust final tour.
34, the wheel of knowledge of the sorrow of a few more, such as the dream of flowing years since the flowers drifted away, sigh the red dust empty a cavity remaining hate.
35, review the extreme spring and autumn, a line of rippling flotsam is not related to the wind and moon hanging in the smoke and rain red dust, meditation show paper to look at it is the style of do not know what, just leisurely in the cup of the month flooded with the dark fragrance, writing the fallen in the strangers blossom, intentionally or unintentionally degree of the dust, continue to live a few bright, a few long-cherished wish to sigh at this time: the yellow leaves are full of wind blowing, the gentleman's heart sadly eddying smoke who.
36, the red dust dream thing is all but who knows when the blowjob for that, look at the phoenix platform flowers flowers still have butterflies in the wandering.
37, drifting thoughts of red dust, thought in the wooden, intermittent into the quiet and bland echo, the old soft sure it is quiet stored, the empty valley with flowers and trees, clear and easy.
38, half a lifetime and I have some luxury, but also wanted to be with a person together, put down the red dust in a flurry of disturbances, white heads do not leave each other.
39, red dust a dream of yellow sorghum, late waking up all empty. Who put the flow of years play as true, green silk snow for the flower red. The cold fingertips, the ink is also written with cold.
40, the world's rolling dust, like the abyss, as you look back, just this one glance, let me remember forever, then, you a word into a poke, quietly guard that belongs to your bright, and I am just a visitor to the red dust.
41, we not only sigh this red dust, waiting for the blossoms and flowers, but left a circle and a circle of the wheel of the year, filled with grief and sadness; in love with the three lives, involved in the cycle of life, still can not forget the hawthorn tree, once sworn to the promise of the mountains.
42, line and line in the depths of the red dust, listening to the light song of the years, quietly watching the flow of the years dance, time such as the hourglass slipped away from the fingers, the little girl wearing buttercups, as if it were a lifetime ago.
43, a paper ink flow years, tears fall raw Xuan no trace. An autumn wind and rain, flower thank you red dust to stay fragrant. Years of wasted time, red face is easy to old, you with who long thoughts to go to a covenant in this life, you become a hasty passer-by in whose life, to the years for the paper, Acacia for the ink, in order to cut the heart of the mind pen ink, pen hard to break the Acacia. Flowers from the floating water from the flow, a thousand sails, who fell into a disaster? The cold moon has no words to illuminate the face, and the autumn wind has no sound to bury the soul of the painting.
44, our dribs and drabs, ultimately between you and me pale, red dust strangers, ultimately ruthless, and then the beautiful scenery, but also just a ride, the flow of the years, all of which will ultimately be in the dust and smoke curls in a return.
45, at this moment I y know, we are really the end, we are really from each other's lives completely withdrawn, there is no temperature of the heart floating in the red dust, that I love in countless nights secretly crying but can not talk about the man, has been farther and farther away from me, I have no courage to go to play a one-man monodrama, so the favorite, you have to be happy.
46, once in the reincarnation of the waiting, just for you to show a smile, once in the bodhi under the incense, just to be able to meet with you in the red dust, after the prosperity of the fall, whose tears dripped in the wind, the wind, when the wind rose, you remembered in the bottom of the heart, the rain fell, drifted away from the end of the world. The book of a loving, folding a piece of paper, can you promise me a period of time, let me take a strand of thoughts in the years, ink stained incense.
47, a song of red dust, I am just a curtain of your dream, and finally the song is over, after burning out the wind, you have become my untouchable pain. The moon is full of air, gently caressing the injury you give, with a trace of loneliness, points of heartbreak, in the breeze, whispering and singing, the vast red dust who is my weak water three thousand? The thin years, how to describe those who can not stay in the past cloud smoke?
48, the vicissitudes of life up and down, leaning in the years looking at the scenery gradually away, suddenly realized that this is a flashy but gorgeous fireworks, fleeting, do not say that the past life, do not say that the end of days, the oath of alliance is no match for a finger of quicksand, scattered in the wind in love, still in the eyes of the eyebrow, who can really break through the red dust ten thousand zhang?
49, the look back in the past life, this life of love, rolling red dust, with a round of white moon, a finger of sadness, through the millennium of the dust and smoke, dance down a world of prosperity, drink all the pain of lovesickness. It is hard to cut the thread of love, hard to break the love of each other, day after day, night after night! Pouring a lifetime of tenderness and poetry, suddenly look back, you are in the light of the Shan Shan, tears fall thousands of lines, face emaciated, only sad!
50, please forgive me, quietly out of your world. Life has too much sorrow and helplessness, leaving is not the result I want, but is the end of our destiny. Choose a light-hearted separation. Then, across the distance of the red dust quietly read you, quietly bless you. In my case, you are a friend, but also a confidant, but also as that side of the star screen in the distant stars.
51, your sky, from now on back to you. The bright sadness, in the also with me without dye. Although, I still can't help but watch; although I still can't help but be sad for you; although I still cry for you. However, from now on. The red dust, is the distance between you and me. Even if you don't want to, I won't disturb each other. Because, this is my last tenderness to you.
52, this parting, quietly. Just the undulating waves in the heart, told himself, how reluctant to give up. In the next life of the red dust Road, we still do not meet the good. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I can no longer let go easily. The three thousand glazes are intertwined with a love-hate relationship. The end of the world, you only left me a city of illusion.
53, I, along the traces of the years, slowly came. The wind, blowing the confused heart. I tried to get used to little by little, used to the red dust without you. The sky is full of flying, is my flying tears, teardrops slide down the broken bridge. I thought, I can forget, only to turn back and realize that the lonely me has long been left in that side of the memory of the heart.
54, that life, I turn the mountain to water to the pagoda, not to repair the next life, only for this life meet. The night of the first lights, I dare not disturb you. I'm afraid to startle you with that light smile; the night of all music, I dare not startle you. I'm afraid of disturbing your dream. Even if there is no me in your dream, I don't want to disturb you in the slightest. Some people say that love is dust. Then my love for you, is that scattered in your red dust on the road of the dust. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
55, the small building flowers and moon, who pity the green clothes, alone condensation? The rain coverlet is cold, the light gauze is thin? Lift your hand, lightly flick tufts of ink, a piece of deep love painting and who? Questionnaire red dust, who will rouge, painting curtains? A court flower language, I do not know the green lotus, lonely shadow step? The ground is full of sadness, falling lotus roots. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
56, the red dust haunting dreams, the three green, the bridge knitted eyebrows, jade steps ice.
57, love is whose love, in love with whose debt, turn and look back to hurt whose heart, the sense of whose dream, dream hurt whose idea, the wind and moon splash hooked up who's drunk, tears are who's Xu, promised to vow lost who's commitment, destined to never see again, the heart of who's destiny, make out hooked up who's tears, vertical and horizontal figure swing who's luck, Rong is who's face, who is drunk who's who, who wrote the red dust in reverse. Dust, whose fingers are not connected to the heart, whose appointment is not even a dream, whose look at each other without tears, the sea of love is difficult to rewind the figure, the eyes of fascination is difficult to turn around.
58, I said, loneliness is also rouge tears want to cover the pale left behind, haggard; loneliness is also a lonely sycamore, waiting for the phoenix does not come to the perch , alone drunk. Loneliness is romantic in the red dust, good time and beauty of the disappointment, loneliness is a person thinking about a person's loneliness, bear the unwillingness.
59, through the hazy light of the eyes, read a window drifting past, bleak season, drowned the love of the fragrance. The path of the red dust a dream, dream wake up, an empty.
60, the two sexes depend on each other, two love, this is a bright scenery in the red dust, the scenery here is unique, just because, this scenery has you and me this beautiful encounter.
61, the day of the sky, bright and transparent, as in the past, blue and far; the clamor of the locomotive roar, still endless. I with the same wonderful mood as before, into this piece of the world of lakes and mountains; occasionally humming a song, occasionally a long sigh, shocked the four seats, rolling in the dust, living a dull and not without novelty.
62, a long time, arrogant time is still flowing, we never returned to the original time that the vertical high song, no words. After that, I always tell myself silently, for their own life, the purple strangers, the fate of the gathering and dispersal of the same as the water, why confused from the sadness? So, reorganize your mind, put down the bag, pacing in the long years. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and then I was able to get the ball rolling.
63, in the blossom of a song, in the leaf fall alone at the end of the world, in the endless desolation of the spread of the past life of the sentimental, the red dust has a dream, gathering and dispersal are floating, all the way to the flowers, turn around has been flowers thanks, a world of dark fragrance floating, empty with the dream, condensing love without counting the past life has been dead empty stay in this life alone; that the world's staring at the eyes, give me this world of perseverance, even if a world of speechless, but gave a peaceful I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
64, two lines of tears, a thought of love; bleak still, love a few, a dream is difficult to wake up, stare at the eyes, a world of sentiment, alone in the heart; wind without trace, the night is cool, deep in the red dust, ruthless but sentient, the night has been deep, Wan sentiments turn, sadness, always meet, the most forlorn, words are difficult to say, difficult to clear.
65, the wind, blowing away the dust of loneliness, love, leaving behind the end of the world, gazing at the eyes, but the row is a thousand tenderness, love like a dream, memories such as the wind, know each other and love have not repented of one. Think of your deep love of the eye, how to cross the wall of the vicissitudes of the past life, penetrate me, the red dust past, look off the western window of the moonlit night.
66, looking back, the flowers are still in bloom, earnestly flow of light, face is easy to old, walked through the season of prosperity and desolation, stepped through the vicissitudes of the world, the world of red dust, the age of time will be once the love of the binding in the years on the paper, open, it is beautiful; dust, it has no regrets.
67, a song of red dust, for you to fall into the city; a dream with the wind, gorgeous your dome. You promised me a lifetime of prosperity, so that I use up a lifetime of withering, in the cycle of red dust, I refused to grow old alone, not because of the fear of fading color, scattered fragrance, just because I can not part with you.
68, the dust in the love affair, fell in the eyebrow of the love, and how many people can break the dust karma and despair, a thought of karma, thousands of mountains, a thought of karma, the sea of change.
69, the world of red dust, every minute and every second there are many stories of ups and downs, there are also many moods floating and sinking, when the prosperity after perhaps the rest are all smoke.
70, the prosperity of three thousand, no match for a finger of quicksand. The cold moon cold Zhu Hua, dust and smoke stained Fang temples, rolling red dust, who is my beginning, who is my end?
71, in the red dust, there has not been a clean heart, resulting in the fading of grass and trees, will touch up the inner surging. I also want to do a simple person in the world, in the face of the past, light as the wind, in the face of separation, calm and collected.
72, infatuation is not as thick as Yi An, the fate of Rongruo more meet in the fall. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it.
73, time in front of the eyes, words weathered in the folds of the years, looking at the quiet world, through the patrol once memory, quiet night, that floats in the depths of the past, scattered with the shadow of the old years. Dark soul, scattered hurried footsteps, a cold freezing clinging to the ferry coming, the past is vivid, red dust more robbery, the heart has been unbearable.
74, extremely beautiful time, life, in fact, is a mood. Put the heart down, every minute and every second is beating with joy, gathering and scattering of the day, perhaps with the lack of more perfect, with each other along with the thoughts, gathering and scattering of the day, the raging red dust, from the morning to sunset, from running to busy, not only sighed with the luxury of the years, the fear of the years of torment, all of this, and for me, are a long wait.
75, tonight, gifted me in the psalm of the book paper, gently chanting spring to fall, line a thousand mountains, wading through ten thousand waters. A trace of wind, blowing drunken red dust, separated by a journey of mountains and waters, looking forward to, smoke wave broken, half a lifetime of red dust in love.
76, the edge of the years, only memories, drunken fall in the red dust, quietly hiding in the dark, the time is so cold, see the dust cold frost, clear happiness gradually far away, barren heart cold, I am so quiet.
77, red dust at the foot of the three thousand karma, flow of light in silence, which know the dust network personnel change? We are awake and pain alive, all the way to the song and all the way to the end, those who rub shoulders of the harvest, the same people can not think about, since, it is difficult to escape the fate of the arrangement, and the staggering entanglement, and the song and cherish, and line and read it, put up the red store wild dream back to the intestines of the loneliness, surplus of a pocket of freedom to ride the waves, depending on the vicissitudes of life as a drink to the experience of the fruit belly, even if the flowers flow mercilessly, there are tears fall, but also smile and flick.
78, the red dust can not be broken, drunken eyes wantonly my life. I'm such a world weary guest, still like to bustle in other people's open arms, only to be alone, the party will be hurt layer by layer peeled, and then licked flat composite, and then dimpled like a flower, bright and open-minded, as always, laughing about the wind.
79, waving a crazy, drunken eyes years, cut a que the most beautiful red dust, idle life. The brocade pathway, through the years, if the dust, to a pocket of light and elegant Lanran splendor lonely years, in the colorful shallow pain in the taste of the quiet beauty of the years, any of its rain crazy rain sparse, the wind gathered cloud dispersal.
80, red dust scroll, painted you and my love. 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 exhibition opened, collected the bottom of the eyes, moved the true feelings. Tears, but a drop of heartbreak.
81, leaning diagonally sitting, and listen to the wind, listen to the murmur of the ground, in the cool fingers, through the chaos of the red dust, to see a picture that has not faded.
82, the dust of this life, is the wrong meeting of you and me, the wrong bank of flowers, disorientation of the red dust, dust settled, has been the end of the world. Love the end of the end of the time, the eyes first wet, the dream has been broken, only a pile of letters, yellowed on the way to tell the story of you and me, into an inaccessible landscape.
83, the years of attachment, just like a curtain of water, cool a field of spring and autumn things, but also cool the heart. Who is this thought, hanging in the moon branch, looking at the silent red dust, described the night dream, chasing in the once, but how can not stay years of mottled.
84, regardless of the years are happy or sad, regardless of the days are bitter or sweet, there are you, there is love, is happiness. While the years are not old, while the color of the moon is still thick, gently call out, my love, even if the dust has not settled, even if the noise has not stopped, I just want to hold your hand together with walking in the red dust! You see, the little jasmine has been fragrant with the end of the world.
85, walking through the season, there are always too many sad past, there is always a sad, and so touching. Memories shrouded in the wind and dust like a dream of smoke and rain, how much disorientation of the red dust, heartbreak stained the flow of years, bleak through the depression and mottled.
86, the life of a river, the years mercilessly will be attached to and tender, dammed in the rolling dust, leaving the lamentation, embellished with the appendices of the world. The other side of the cycle of oblivion, lonely singing the sad song of destiny.
87, tired, tired, will eventually understand, and then the beautiful love, ultimately a smile of the red dust, the sea will not be withered, the stone will not be rotten, love has long been a sea of change.
88, love can create a fairy tale story, in the story, I am your white horse, you are my princess, the eyes of each other, is the only one, is the world on earth. However, love can also create more regrets, love is a kind of happiness, at some point, love is a kind of pain in the liver and gall. Love, is the poppy in the red dust, is to drink poisonous wine with a smile.
89, stay in love with yesterday's style all kinds of intoxicated red dust like a dream of thousands of changes, past events like smoke drifted past, leaving traces, in the memory of the corridor shuttle, into the eyes of a scene of heartbreaking images, crystal tears, in the unknowing, quietly slipped down.
90, time from the fingers slip, had rubbed shoulders on the red dust strangers have been divided into things.
91, some things, not know, but do not want to know; some words, not not to say, but do not have to say; some injuries, not pain, but do not dare to pain; some people, not not love, but can not love; the world's mundane dust, a mirror, is ultimately annihilated in the dust; and then the flourishing pianoforte, is nothing more than a mirage of the water and the moon, no one can stay on the night of the evening; so, it would be better to keep the simple walk under the sun. The sunshine, do not pay attention to entangled in the heart of the tedious things, go with the heart.
92, the rain gradually stopped, the tears of parting sorrow rain in the cycle of red dust slowly dry, moist eyes stranded a thick sadness.
93, shallow years, just want to meet with you about the red dust, *** spectrum of a song Mo Lost Mo Forgotten, pen point ink, in the time to draw on your figure, Cheli Li night, just waiting for the return of the king.
94, fondness for the red dust only because you, prosperous three thousand I only love one person, do not want to pour the country to the city, only to pour all your heart. The year is like water, just want to hold your hand, together towards the depths of the red dust, even if this old, but also do not regret.
95, strangers in the red dust, who exhausted a lifetime of followers, who bitter thoughts of love and affection, and who overlay who years.
96, time will slowly precipitate, will be the past cherished, want to forget the red dust past, all stranded in the dust. Until the annihilation.
97, red dust years, how many regrets lost in the flow of years. The change of the years, so how many beautiful love has become unattainable.
98, if there is a future life, let us do a cottonwood, not lonely wind and rain, not lonely vicissitudes, in a vein of soil, light thoughts of vegetative love; if there is a future life, let us do a ride in the mountains and waters, holding hands, away from the entanglement of the red dust, love each other without distractions, do not complain about the disaster; if there is a future life, I would like to be a lotus plant in your heart ridge, with the Buddha's heart of tolerance, forgiveness of each other's deficiencies, mutual help, do not grieve! If there is an afterlife, let us lips and teeth together, not two and two look at each other, but, look at each other's touch.
99, the wind deceived the stranger, the red dust blew all the flowers countless, passing time buried the smoke of love, talking and laughing, Thurso memory but clear past events, collection of scattered fragments, to revisit the ancient begonias before the beautiful vows ...
100, the other side of the blossoms, this life, I drew a prison for you, sadness of a lapel of acrosstalk, pouring out the world's prosperity, a few love, the red dust stranded, the thoughts for the soft fingers, the words of melancholy, not to think about it, since the unforgettable; tears into the sadness, pen flowers fall, inkstone, ink, poetry, half a volume of words and songs, clearing you gradually walking away from the silhouette of the rhymes of a ghostly sadness.