Question 2: I love your face in the world is the lyrics of which song Lyrics "unchanging face" from the song "oath".
Word: Li Hongwei
Song: Daylight
Original Song: Daylight
Lyrics:
The footsteps of pursuing the dream are getting slower and slower
The heart is in the air, but the misty spinning
Crossing over how many mountains and hills
Seeing how much the moon is short and the moon is full
The years are just like the sand in the hand
The curved lines are spilling out of the hand, and the wind is blowing.
The years are like sand in your hand
Sprinkling out curved lines
The oaths you once swore to each other have become smoke in the blink of an eye
Unchanging oaths are just a legend
Unchanging faces change in the end
Whose life is this and the next
Who is this and the next?
Question 3: The lyrics of the song are like a flower-like face of the world. The footsteps of pursuing the dream are getting slower and slower
But the heart is drifting in the air
Crossing over how many hills and mountains
Seeing how many moon cycles
The years are just like sand in my hand
Sprinkled out of the curved lines
The oaths of friendship once made have become smokes in a flash.
The unchanging vow is just a legend
The unchanging face will change
Who is in this life and the next
Who is in this life and the next
Who is the one who will never be able to hold each other
The footsteps of pursuing the dream are getting slower and slower
The heart is in the air and spinning around
Crossing over the many hills and mountains
The number of months that have passed by
The number of months that have passed by
The years are like sand in the hand
Sprinkling out curved lines
The oaths of the past have turned into smoke
The unchanging oaths are just a legend
The unchanging faces will change
Who is who in this life and the next
Who is who who can't be held together forever
Question 4: I wish to be in full bloom all the time and to look at the young man in the sky.
Song/Edit: wing wing
Lyrics: Vagary
Performed by Vagary
Harmonies: Poor Poor Independence
Old stories tell of a country called Sassan in the deep desert of the wild sands, a heavenly city with the appearance of the very people who can see it.
The nine tracks of the gateway are all built of gold, and the weather is so prosperous that it does not belong to the earth.
The world is not allowed to see it, and it is rumored that the city is inhabited by demons.
Once every hundred years, they open a golden pavilion, and in the name of a festival, they set up a night of fun,
which leads to the loss of ignorant people, and their flesh and blood are fed to the delusion,
and their hair is burned by smoke and fire. The world does not know this, but thinks it is true.
--Title
How long is the prosperity of your three lives to measure
Life is unforgettable, longer than longer
The wind and the rain have scared the soul too much
The appendix of the delusion and a few
Where are you rushing to? Who are you singing for?
The light under your eyes and the sweet frost on your lips are all rubbing on the strings of the piano
The sweetness is like the purest syrup, which is the best way to relieve one's sadness and add to one's despair
By mistake, the melodious song wakes up the illusion that is so exciting
The dream has won over the night
Who is waiting for you on the moon of the yellow sands
Waiting for you to dance in the garden of the full house
The clamor of the crowd has all receded, and the red dust is silent and unharmed.
Only the dance steps are left to crush the fragrance on the ground.
How long is the prosperity?
Can the moon color be longer when I sing softly?
The ring of jewellery makes the night walk a bit of a bust
I'm alone in my love for the night, can the night get scared?
The paper drunkenness and the golden death have lost the gambling and won back the suavity
Listening to the drums is as long as the aroma of the wine
The hometown and the other hometowns are all the thoughts of those who have not returned home. Into the eyes, love wine into the throat.
"Do you know who she is?"
- "My favorite girl."
--Title
Old Demon: like a faraway place ah mesmerizing
like a hometown ah warm and bright
like sweet honey cool like a knife blade hot
moonlight in the middle of the dust of the stars on top of my girl
Shake: like coquettish tea ah from time to time crazy
like gold, like a gold, like a gold, like a gold, like a gold, like a gold, like a gold, like a gold, like a gold.
Like gold, it's soft and strong
Like an oasis, it's fragrant like the night
Hovering and twirling, my girl
Old Demon: Dance, and the prosperity and illusions will flow through your fingers
Sing, and light up the heavens and the earth
Hole: Smile, and a thousand million white peacocks will fly
Get drunk, with your gaze, be my moon
With your gaze, be my moon
And the moon is hot, hot, hot, hot. With your gaze, be my moon
Old Demon: Too much like absurdity, too precious and sweet to taste
Too much like faith, too much devotion to forget
Hong Er: Too much like madness, too much recklessness, too much fear
Too much like Meng Lang, too much like a dream ......
Chorus: My most desired My girl
Hanger: I can't see your rags or your clothes
I can't smell your dragon's saliva or your flowers
Demon: You're a ring bearer or you leave the stage barefooted
I can only recognize your kisses as the moonlight, my girl
Hanger: I don't know what's after the obscurity
I can't touch the gold and the jade and it's already cold
Demon: The promises are the most extensive, and there is room for the vows to soar
Demon: Promise is the most expansive, and there is room for the vows to soar.
Too much like faith, too much devotion, too unforgettable
Shaker: Too much like madness, too reckless and scared
Too much like Menglang, too much like a dream ......
Chorus: The girl I long for the most
end
Catch the Wind - Dancing in circles forever and ever
Composition: The White Peacock Flying
The White Peacock Flying
Just get drunk.
Composer: Shao'er
Arranger: Ashigara Poor
Lyrics: Seven Seasons
Performed by Shao'er
Narrated by Morsen
For you, I wear a bloody wedding dress
For you, I tread on the land of the unreturnable
And the gods will grant the immortal's bond of everlasting life to him who gave it to her. ......
- A Note
Legend has it that poppies bloom there
A country blessed by eagles on the wing
A beautiful lady stops her steps
Listen to this fairy tale
She's got hair like blood
Her complexion is as flawless as ice
The roses are drunk and the nightingale sings
To the elegance of the Lord's favor
Raise a glass, let's let it all hang out tonight
Give him your hand as the song begins
Step up and come close, brush shoulders and twirl around
The heart is in the right place to let love take root
The faith that I served finally collapsed
One thousand and one nights, struggling in despair
Even the lark's voice is hoarse for weeping
The tip of the blade, allow me to sacrifice my soul
The blood overflowed and stained the white wedding gown
The morning sun of ...... >>
Question 5: Who can know what it means, to be detailed oh, thank you. Acacia's exhaustive singing is who, waiting, year after year; who, caressing the brow, indifferent to the vicissitudes of the sea. Look at that little by little attachment, listen to that deep and shallow oath, read that silk buckle in love, that is your face, or can not say goodbye, that is your obsession, or lovesickness into death of time. Overlooking the world, it stirred up the red dust, you diffuse the legend. Touching the barren end of time, we can wait until how much prosperity? Years of wind can not dry the ocean, so we call it the sea; years of biting the moon, so we call it the pale moon; we can not stay the years, so the heart of the piece is called the sea and the sea. Life is but a hundred years, the face can not be fond of, can not leave behind the sea can only learn to dress up. Gratitude around, confirmed that we still have a trace of the years can not kill off the flavor, we still have a picture worth leaving. With a lifetime of gratitude, perhaps we have the opportunity to look back at a hundred years.
Time is old, was penetrated when it laughed; time and space is tired, at the time of reunion, it laughed; space is tired, a glance before resting in peace, ten thousand years of thought, the world sinks with you, it laughed. And then whisk the dust of a hundred years, decaying thoughts, like brocade broken strings played not song in love. I used the sky to write down the love, percolating through the Yellow Springs reappeared, Rui brain burned out of the former destiny, the top of Galan, Qing Yan difficult to tell the vicissitudes of the brimming. Hate is too short, can not resist the residual love. You want the gentle curtains, is that I use the red dust life frame diffuse oath. The tides speak for themselves, the green flower flick, the deep sea love. Before falling asleep, the last fondness, Qing's face, Qing's words.
Support a red light, borrow three wine, book a volume of feelings. The scroll is three feet long, the depth of love is three thousand zhang. This side of the scroll, three feet long, deep thousand feet, feet feet of tenderness, inches of warmth. Inch by inch, it is heartbreaking. Putting up the pen to dye ink, ink immersed in the pen velvet, velvet wet love thick, thick ink thick fragrance. This stroke, the paper into tears, halo scattered full of dust. Cleansing, this world of dirt for you to wash out. This paper, touch the pen like silk, winding down the fragrance. Light ripple, this life of candle tears and you pouring. I'm the world's ink artist, a cavity of ink how not to melt the melancholy between the knitted brows and smiles. You are the red dust to stay in the guest, a body of fat and powder how to rub the heroes infatuation heart. The more perfect the more holes. But we really can't look back at the middle section. Neither qualified to be full of holes, nor qualified to ignore the scars. Perhaps, some grief only time can be washed away. The mountains and rivers are like a picture, a section of the proud bone pick through the dome, only to have the world's unrivaled song.
From the beginning, this is a lonely wishful thinking. Even if it is the goblet on the Naihe Bridge, it can not withstand the blaze of the world's unbridled, love and hate intertwined with the vicissitudes of life. The sadness of the dead face, the end of the song and the end of the flow out of the exhaustion of the see. Three lifetimes stone three lifetimes road, rise and fall honor and disgrace, but for the sake of the king. Clothes like snow, people like jade, sword like rainbow, sleeve like practice, the remnants of the makeup sweet and colorful, starry sky and lonely smoke, a mirror and water and moon walk through that long moment. Misty Brahma song such as the wheel sound, the Buddha Hall may ferry this love root deep seeded people? The palm lines interlaced with the remorseless, millennium old jade moist out of the wait, only to be, the earth long goodbye is not sad.
If the memory is yellowed and wiped into mourning, if the floating white clothes into the wind, if the woman is just a lily in the night, how do we touch the cracked traces of time, to jade bruised wings. We can't forget the tenderness of the woman's life and death, the white clothes linger into the song of the bright, there is that love like blood and tears of grief, there is that pain in the heart of the real. She is your eternal unarrival, your bright smile, eyes are painted for the silly; she is your eternal unarrival, the end of the world, quietly sleeping momentary splendor; she is your eternal unarrival, hold your hand, with your son to grow old, that's cheated the joke of the loving red dust. That is a kind of closest to the eternal miss!
Can't life and death, can't look at the vicissitudes of the sea after your hobbling back, can't look at the years carved out of your frost-colored temples. So much for a thought, but it is a kind of abandonment. The night wind soughing, looking at the lonesome human style, looking at the refreshing blue end of the sky, looking at the ancient stone steps of the end of the world. Time ashamed to stop, ruthless outside the best talent flawless, extolled under the white moon, worthy of the red dust of the false.
If the sky has love, the sky is also old, ten thousand feet of dust, haunting thousands of people, the gift of the body, the destiny of the love hijacking. One day I saw the Flickering Ancient Buddha, want to ask, what is called miss? Ancient Buddha can know what is missed, he watched the obsessive life, but do not understand that dance end of the compulsion. Life is a kind of vicissitude, or whitewashed vicissitude. Immortal dust washed through the present, whimpering gray to become each other master. A hairpin of Chinese hair, and so on thanked the flowers of the three lives under the Buddha's law, fade into the legend of prosperity, like yesterday, like locks. The end of the world, no end. The smile in front of the Brahmaputra flower, a thousand years of agelessness, around the Buddha beads ...... >>
Question 6: "Strangers like jade, the son of the world without peer" this sentence from where? What does it mean? The original sentence should be "the gentleman world without a pair, strangers like jade." The source is said to be a poem written by a woman, but the author's name is unknown. The phrase "the stranger is like jade" refers to the woman's beautiful face, while the phrase "a gentleman's world is matchless" means that the gentleman is unrivaled in the world. The two sentences together should mean that the two men are talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven.
The original poem:
The green building is a good man, as in the first time.
The hands are like jade, the makeup is better than Roxie.
I'll lead you into the hall of incense and talk about the past and present.
The heart of the king is very clear, and the heart of the concubine is very clear.
The alliance was made for three lifetimes, and the song was written under the moon.
But what do you think of the mandarin ducks?
Even if you have a letter of support, you can not tolerate the world.
The gentleman has no equal, and the stranger is like a jade.
I can't live in the same world, but I want to return to the same place
Question 7: The deceased said to you, I hope you are well and happy. What is the most contained in these words? Let the fullest moon accompany you and me, and let the moon convey my wishes and blessings...I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and a full moon and a full life!
Life is a landscape, happiness is a state of mind, spring to see the peach, summer to see the willow, autumn to see the chrysanthemum, winter to enjoy the plum, may happiness and joy along with you, the full moon is a poem, the lack of the moon is a painting, the sun on the brilliant, the sunset romantic, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
It is said that people think of their relatives twice as much during the festive season, and I think of you even more when I think of my relatives. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it.
The people in the rain, the moon dance after the clouds, summer tour winter back, the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
People have sadness and happiness, the moon has a clear and round, just can not be reunited, but I wish people a long time, thousands of miles *** Canyuan Juan. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
If the festival gives me the opportunity, I will say "I love you", and then add a period of time, that is, "10,000 years", Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
The night of March 5, the autumn is clear and silver sea, the world is full of light jade wheel.
The color of the moon is new on the night of March 5, and the heart of the old man is a thousand miles away. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to see it.
The stares that flashed by, dodged the drastic of the mine disaster, bypassed the typhoon attack in Southeast Asia. I've been through all these dangers, just to catch up with you and say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to you!
Late fall, another season of longing, I write thoughts into the card, blessings into the heart, miss, years and months!
The fifteenth moon, round and round, made the moon cake sweet and sweet. The moon is full, and the mooncake is sweet. The fairy Chang'e comes to make the filling, the baby rabbit is busy making the skin, the moon sprinkles the cover, and the stars make the rope.
The fifteenth moon is full and full, and the puppy and I are looking at the moon. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at it.
I think of you as a green leaf, gradually spreading, and it is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon starry-eyed drunkenness, thinking of your heart into a dream, bless you!
Thoughts are the fragrance of a season's flowers, roaming through the valley, enveloping you and me; and blessings are boundless attention, overflowing eyes, until the bottom of the heart.
Send you a Mid-Autumn Mooncake, Ingredients: sincere + happy; Shelf life: a lifetime; Nutrition: warmth + happiness + true feelings;: miss you.
Give you a Mid-Autumn Mooncake, Brand: True Love; Ingredients: True Heart + Happy; Shelf Life: Lifetime; Nutrition: Warmth + Happiness + True Love; Business: Missing you.
Send you a fruit basket of love: the bottom of the basket to send a lifetime of peace, the center of the infinite blessings, surrounded by the injection of wealth and good luck, the top of the paved with happy and happy, plus forever happy, every day day as you wish! Happy Mid-Autumn!
Send you a, in the tired and lonely walk into, to see the wind and the moon, clouds and water, the garden is planted in the wisdom of the tree, open the flowers of freedom, take the free bridge, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
I send you a sweet mooncake, along with a blessed heart... May every day of your life be as successful as the fifteenth moon!
Send a round cake, offer a round heart, send a round love, and fulfill a round dream. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
Although we didn't get to eat your mooncake, we want to pass our wave-like mood to you.
All the thoughts, more fused with endless gratitude and admiration, may your festival overflow with radiance and peace.
Look up at the face of the moon, that's exactly the gentle gaze I look at you; by the way, look at the shadow of the stars, that's the real frequency I want you.
The sky is pale, the field is vast, this year's bonus is too small! The water is curved, the road is long, the day of no money is too long! Building high, people busy, tonight can you partner with you rob a bank ...... dark: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world!
The weather has become so fast, the cool wind quietly attacked, the night blanket to cover, do not freeze the feet bad, nothing to chatter a bone, so you can make up for the calcium, do not scold me bad, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
The weather has become so fast, the cool wind quietly attacked, because of your lovely, so to give you care, the night blanket to cover, do not put the feet freeze, nothing to chatter a bone, so you can make up for the calcium, do not scold me bad, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
A bright moon in the sky, reflecting the two hearts of ice.
Hear ~ think ~ heart to, say ~ do ~ get, time to ~ my good wishes have all let you receive. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Smile sweetly!
I heard that during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, a strange thing happened, I happened to pass by at that time, but I do not believe that I saw everything: the pig actually really like a human being to hold in the look
With the same look at the moon in the sky, the moon is full of dreams are not yet round. 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 dirty.
The net destiny! The first time I've seen this, I've seen it in my life! The first time I've seen this, I've seen it in the past! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it on your own. I would like to bring my greetings and thoughts to you, and I wish you all the best.
A notice was issued that all mooncakes still in the house were surrendered to the state treasury, not to the state treasury to my house, and those who violated the order were not allowed to bask in the moon in the future!
Warm greetings, I hope you can think of me from time to time, and I hope you know that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, regardless of the end of the world ...... >>
Question 8: Is a man saying that a woman is very durable and has a good side face, that the woman is not good-looking? No, it means that he is praising the girl to look good and durable, the more you look, the more comfortable.
Question 9: The red face sighs lightly, what does it mean? People language, Su Cheng Luo Xia, sad que broken heart song, red embroidery and incense collapse, bean kou years, submerged, painful fall, as time fades, this is a dream fairy tale of two people, but now it has become a joke of a person. ___Title
Bonus thanks to who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The season is in full bloom, and the season is dying. A tree spits out green, a land withered yellow. A hook of cold moon, full of lovesickness! In the end, are destined to be the reincarnation of the previous life, unwillingly can only be appointed. Really don't have to care, just can't do it. So, all the way along the side of forgetting, but also all the way to frequently review, unwilling, unwilling to give up, can not bear ...
When the prosperity of the end of the time broken, I saw a place of sadness in front of the fallen remnants of the flowers, all the oaths of alliance is not as bad as the fate of the evening, the transformation of the end of the prosperity of the mutilations are all. Who is watching the end of the world for whom? Who for whom to look off the road back, and who for whom to flourish into flowers, scattered into rain? I chant in my heart not dare to forget. In the last wish before the reincarnation, whether someone with a minute of waiting, in exchange for my life's expectations?
The heart is like the sea, the love is like a flower, a piece of heart can be wrongly paid who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Heavily surging, the heart as if back to that year, you and I hand holding petals snuggling, strolling in this secluded ancient road, and now the years are not, dream bubble, such as fog is also like electricity, love a lifetime of end unrepentant, love everywhere are landscapes, the beauty in the moment.
This life, you are me, forget the thousand years of confidant, you are me, dyed red dust, scattered sentimental thoughts. Karma, rubbing shoulders, who dumped my city, I'm negative who's heart, from now on, that a touch of face forget the end of the world, there is no hope. With you, miss a season, that is the season of falling flowers. A falling red, skirt fluttering, flinging out the soft sleeve, as if flinging out the millennium of the past.
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. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've been doing, and you'll be able to do it in a way that you don't want to do. 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 outside the volume, words carved heart, only a song sings an unchanging story, fade into the heart.
The moon has no words and people remain the same, the years in the world turned a few rounds. The language is difficult to rest, the view of the vast red dust, smoke and rain river! I do not understand, between each other tugging ties, as has been fixed picture, how to correct the wrong implementation. The sentiment is long, those once and again hurt, once and again touched, looking back, but also a false dream.
I can't bear to be a prosperous master, bear to listen to the prosperous song. Painful lovesickness ignited another kind of loneliness, bumpy several worlds of love will finally stop in the parting of the painting of the sadness, the beautiful parting of the long shadow, pulling away from our distance, this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, I can only through the mist to greet you, you insisted on stepping on the point of my heart, and then left.
The winds are grumbling, the water is cold, hibiscus is pouring, peony fragrance, morning dew, brush the sleeves of the weak willow, Xiaoxiang twilight rain, like a drape, covetous Zhu lips, dawn ambush, flower shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest, a piece of paper to send each other, dance and dance Puruyu, dipping half a cup of tea, witnessing the displacement of the world, sighing lightly, the rain and lotus sinks the residual dew, and the complaints of the green face stained frost, vermilion sand point fat, dai eyes to pass on the love, whose orders, pouring pedal the world's prosperity, and who's Whose pen and ink, and for whom the divination on the hexagram? Drunk this night, years stolen; remember the past, shallow ink plain paper. Chrysalis love cocoon into a butterfly, butterfly for the flowers and broken, but the flowers fly with the wind. Shallow singing and whispering a few words, drunkenly ask what year is this evening?
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. More holding a lantern to see the flower death, a song solo cold crescent teeth, full of wolves, flash of fame, lost buried in the sycamore rain, throbbing fancy years, obsessed with your three thousand green silk hair.
Luocheng Silence, the pen is broken sadness, dance strangers dust, quicksand fly, Qinhuai Fay Chop sadness, storage ink warm makeup point night center, Qin Shi Mingyue, moved through the female wall, Cangyangjiazuo, Xin shaking pianxiang song. Window whisking night residual moon fall, stepping shadow finger shaking pouring city sadness, gorgeous dream, routed down to the ground, caressing your legacy of injury, the corner of the eye unconsciously moist tears.
Pen flowers, shallow marks dark, book ink, with paper makeup, eyes with tears, smile cold disability, light poured shallow drunk, comfort life vicissitudes, rocking oars, boating on the lake, a Demoiselle Cangmiao, fishing alone cold river snow, layers of ripples, gradually dispersed, weak pen, still for you, fill the broken sentences of the broken chapters, broken armor, still for you to fight for a share of the world, rusty halberd in the bloody rain and wind, collapsed who can not be a world of The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The winds are grumpy, the water is cold, the hibiscus is pouring out of the city, the peony is fragrant, the morning sun drinks the dew, the sleeve is weak willow, the Xiaoxiang twilight rain, like a drape, the greed of the lips, the dawn of the ambush, the flowers show the wall of shadows, the evening breeze of the bamboo forest, the paper sends you to the song ....... >>
Question 10: What is the meaning of the love does not know the end of life, originally not so many gorgeous chapters, there are just unusual. In the youthful years, I have worked hard, pursued, and struggled, so I don't regret it. I have been eager to do a secluded in the depths of time grass and trees, can laugh at the human winds and clouds, and look at the world gathering and parting. The ferry red dust, mountains and rivers in the world of years and years, just want to live in inner peace, every day are happy, planted in the heart full of clear joy, good treatment of every encounter, believe that the real destiny, is never go apart. In the river of years, even if the face of the vicissitudes of life, but also hope to elegant posture calmly grow old, the soul will eventually arrive at the original home of the heart, in a calm and serene attitude to accept this hundred flavors of life.