To the wine, we sing a song and laugh at the horse's hooves breaking the red makeup of the flying swallows.
Where is the moon shining on the bamboo forest?
The former destiny of the end, who misses the accumulation of feathers and red herbs bloom year after year?
Nanke spring dream a scene, the orchid light and shadow to move the wall.
How many children's feelings have been danced away by the sword flower across the dust?
Lonely seashore sad lonely, carefree cold pool water is cool
Before looking back, the stunning lost the direction.
Beauty is like jade, drunkenly laughing and accompanying you to fight in the battlefield.
The sword is like a rainbow, waving whose stubbornness?
Ten steps to kill, hot blood stained the sunset.
You urged me in the past life, not to leave, do not lose, do not forget
Crystal curtains move, full of shelves of roses a yard of fragrance.
Beacon fire in the city, the wound valley side hope Yu Lang.
Sword fairy night rain, why should cut the candle *** west window?
Vow weathering people confused, Qingluan amnesia sigh melancholy
Who read the dark fragrance floating warm, only to say that at that time unusual.
They are the most important thing that you can do for your family and friends.
Several years of floating and sinking, ten thousand streams of lights are brilliant
Moon bright, *** view of the clear light reflecting the Xiaoxiang
Falling cherry blossoms are still the same, the flow of years to betray the old time.
The sword is pointing to the world, and the heroic feelings are no longer as wild as they used to be.
Leaving song sound, floating down the road to come,
I hold you in the cold night, murmuring softly, the night is not yet over.
The crystal curtains move, the shelf full of roses a yard of fragrance.
Beacon fire in the city, by the valley of wounds hoping for Jade Lang.
Sword fairy night rain, why should I cut the candle *** west window?
Oath weathering people confused, Qingluan lost memory sigh melancholy
Green silk red face, reed reed left in the water side.
Spring shirt teenagers, ink left two lines of poetry.
The sandalwood smoke filled, spit out my heart thing pale.
You are in a deep old dream, the mirror lake, red dress Luo dress
Beauty is like jade, drunken smile with you in the battlefield.
The sword is like a rainbow, waving whose stubbornness?
Looking back, stepping on the sword to find the dream song melodious
Floating life has not yet rested since the unforgettable, sadness and happiness with me singing
It is this not!