The vast expanse of the world is broken by a sword, where the prosperity of the song falls. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of you," he said.
I was standing alone at the end of the clouds and water, looking out at the you I can't get, the frostbitten Yubari flowers bloomed between my palms. All my life, I have sung such a song, waiting for you to harmonize with it after fading away, quietly.
Hundreds of thousands of night, who for me, the green marble a, who leaned on the door alone looked over a thousand years of fireworks. The night stars are few and far between, who is for me, the execution of a breath of light, who leaned on the door alone waiting for a thousand years of loneliness.
Once the spring is gone, the red face is old, the flowers fall and the people die, I don't know.
Silent water flows deep, Cangsheng tread song; three lifetimes of yin and yin and round and round, a day of sadness and happiness.
Lighting stars, the sound of the people, the song can not exhaust the chaos of the beacon.
Like a flower, like a beautiful woman, like water flowing years, back to the past, can not return to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, the trace of people, can not say as lonely.
This time I left you, is the wind, is the rain, is the night; you smiled, I waved a hand, a lonely road will be spread to both ends.
The sky does not grow old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
Like this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death, not thinking about it, since it is hard to forget, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about the bleak.
The butterfly is very beautiful, but the butterfly can't fly through the sea.
Finally for that a Jiangnan rain covered the world, Ronghua Xie, but a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
Fashion is a finger of sand, old age is a period of years.
1, with my three life fireworks, in exchange for your world of confusion.
2, I am young, Shaohua negative.
3, the long street long, fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see,
Short pavilion short, the red dust rolling, I put the Xiao again sigh.
4, the end is who makes the string broken, flowers fall shoulders, trance
5, how much red face pining, how much love broken, only to leave the blood stained with ink crying chaotic graves.
6, the vast expanse of a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
7, let him all things clear and turbid, for you a smile between the reincarnation of sweet fall.
8, send you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
9, who will smoke burning scattered, scattered across the ties.
10, listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. The fall flower annihilation, annihilation of a wind ripples. If the flower is poor, fall in whose fingertips.
11, the mountains have wood, wood has branches, the heart pleases you, you do not know.
12, forget who first forget, the country is the old country. I'm not going to play, but I'm going to limp and dance, and I'm going to be a little bit surprised.
13. In the past, there were high buildings with songs and strings in the morning and the night, and there were dancing sleeves in the city and the country.
14. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15, a spring to red face old, flowers fall people die two do not know.
16, the quiet water is deep, the Cangsheng song; three lives of Yin and Qing, a day of sadness and joy.
17, the lights and stars, the voice of the people, the song is not all the beacon of chaos.
18, such as flowers and beautiful, like water flowing years, back to the past, back to the beginning can not.
19, dark clouds cover the moon, the trail of people, can not say as lonely.
20, this time I left you, is the wind, is the rain, is the night;
You smiled, I waved a hand, a lonely road will be spread to both ends.
21, the sky is not old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
22, like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
23, ten years of life and death, do not think about it, since the unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak.
24, the butterfly is very beautiful, after all, butterflies can not fly the sea.
25, finally for that a Jiangnan rain and smoke over the world, Ronghua Xie, but a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
26, the wind is a finger sand, old is a period of years.
27, the mountains and rivers arch, for the gentleman a smile.
28, a few sighs a few worlds of sadness and joy ridiculous my life by me not by heaven.
29, through the flow of years dreaming back to the water to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon.
30, the fog dispersed, the dream woke up, I finally saw the real, that is a thousand sails over the silence.
31, the two ends of the birth, we stand each other into the shore.
32, the fate of the gathering and the fate of the scattered fate as water, carrying ten thousand feet of dust, just for a sentence, waiting for the next time to meet.
33, look at the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, constant silence; green mountains, long river, generations;
just like in my heart, you have never left, and never changed.
34. That's it, from now on, the mountains and the waters will never meet.
35, both do not look back, why not forget. If there is no destiny, why do you need to swear?
Today all kinds of, like water without trace. The next day and night, you have been strangers.
36, the heart of the slightest movement of the love of their own far, things are not, people are not, things are not, the past can not be traced.
37, perhaps the marriage of the past life may be the fate of the next life wrong to meet in this life to add a fruitless grudge.
38, a year old year, a day without a day, an autumn and an autumn, a generation urging a generation a gathering a parting, a joy a sadness, a couch a lying, a lifetime of a dream to find a partner acquaintance, he will be a moment we will be a moment of that general acquaintance, blowing a moment to sing a moment.
39, always in the unconscious years of life. The first thing you need to do is to look back at the other side of the river. The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it.
40, there is a kind of stoicism is actually a hidden power, there is a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
41, only because of the feeling of the gentleman a review, make me think of the gentleman day and night.
42, lifting a cup of solo drunkenness, drinking the flying snow, bewildered and a year old.
43, turn around, a wisp of cold incense far away, died snow deep, smile shallow. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to want to.
44, a flower a world, a leaf a pursuit. The first one is a song and a sigh, and the second one is a lifetime.
45, the fate of the world is never like water, rare tears, why all the love of life? I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that, but I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that.
47, who should be who's hijacked who has become who's obsession.
48, if you are wild in this life I will drink with.
49, life is only like the first time to see at that time is only ordinary.
50, the heart has a tiger, smell the roses. After the feast, tears flowed.
The moon is pale, the wind is bleak, a piece of everlasting lute, floating acid in this life's attachment. Thoughts come on the night, drops flow in the sea of the moon, flurry fall into the empty night, silk sound engraved imprints, collision of the heart of the stupid, tears overflowing eyes, wantonly flow down, like strings like sobbing, as well as 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 you'll be able to do it all in one place. However, the moment you turn your head, you have forgotten 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 tonight's text. 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, dreaming of the 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, and it's a very important part of the process, and it's 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.
I want to know the gentleman, long life without end decline. The mountains have no mausoleum, the river for exhaustion, winter thunder vibration, summer rain and snow, heaven and earth together, but dare to break with the gentleman
The so-called happiness, gorgeous and empty.