I made the lyrics myself, and the songs are quite complete
Some of the lyrics didn't make it in, so I'll add them here
Flowering the world (3)
(All the things in this life have been done to the flowers, and the Nymphaea is red in the sun, the sky is like a sunset. A smile of absolute splendor will bring all things to life, as if intoxicated as a phoenix.) The flowers of the floating life are all attached to the flowing water, and the red color of the Nymphaea's lotus blossoms is reflected in the sky like a sunset. A smile of absolute beauty will bring all things to life, as if intoxicated with a phoenix. The blossoms of the flower face and the flower face are burning like water, who can fly in the sky and fly in the sky? A hundred red dust willing to single take the king and accompany, such as madness, such as madness for whom the love tired? (Where the song a song, why the heart has been as ash. The shadow of the phoenix in the bamboo forest hangs in the sky, and the plume is broken like dust.) Cinnabar is like blood, sighing in this life, the thought of passing away in the east flowing water; a leaf of the boat, under the bamboo umbrella, the melancholy smoke and rain will always be hurt with. All things in this life have fallen into the flowing water, and the Nymphaea lotus blossoms are as red as the sun and the sky is as red as the sun. A smile of absolute beauty pours over the vicissitudes of life, intoxicated as if pursued by a phoenix. The blossoms of the flower face and the flower face are like water, who can fly with the wings in the sky and the dome of the world? Hundreds of dust willing to single take the king and accompany, such as madness, such as madness, for whom the love tired? Phoenix than the wings, than the wings soar nine days; heavy lotus such as fire, such as fire burning red dust. Laughing all the pale life, the pale life is as prosperous as a dream; dream, light clothes and flowers swore to follow.
Flowering the world (four)
(Someone said to me, if you want to go back to the original world, you have to obtain the world's two secret treasures. These two secret treasures are in the strongest and most beautiful people. He also said that after you get them, you won't want to go back. (As long as I think about these four words over and over again - Flowering World.) Thin sheet of clothes, light fur wrapped around the body not avoiding the wind and cold. Cold jade pendant, the red thread twined tightly in the palm of my hand. The old man is far away, the moonlight outside the window is full of red lotus. Linjiang Xian, the pearl curtain is rolled up, and the love threads are broken by the cliff. The sky is dark and frosty all night long, and the clouds in the Qin Tower are dim and dark. The agar goblet poured wine cups, the color of blood broken mirror Zhu Yan. The night is slightly cool, autumn into the lonely coverlet difficult to sleep. The old temple, witch mountain clouds and rain a few thousand times. West window cut, red lotus tears candle residue. Rouge wine, a pot of drunken sleep shallow. Outside the clouds, the silk and bamboo should be piped and strung, and you can still see the phoenix dancing. The rain is beating the red Nymphaea lotus. （The old scenes in the palace of fire and the empty days by the pool of Yaoxue are touched. The rain and the heavy lotus on the railings, the tears in my heart are far away from the rivers and lakes. The world is full of pain and suffering, and love is the most poisonous of all. (The nine styles of the Lotus God have driven the world away, and the world of flowers has been overthrown). The world has seen it all, a bottle of colorful wine to drink. The phoenix feather clangs, the sword light and shadow, suspected to see the gentleman's face. Dream back to drunken warm, red lotus bloom. The old place to revisit the touch of love, phoenix and luan Qiuwu west view. Leaning on the window to blow wrinkled water, painting the deep courtyard lights dark. I think it's too late for me to think about it, but I think it's too late for me to think about it. The forest is covered, how many times have I encountered peach blossom face. Waving a sword to break the sleeve love to stop, in vain to leave the heart of the parting complaint. Green mound, reed red lotus blooming all over. The wind and cold sleeves, hand warmth is not seen. Drunkenness woke up, tear flow resounded through the empty string.
Flowering the world (five)
Renewing the idea of a moment, the birth and death of the flow of years. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. Smoke and fireworks again spring and fall, to see a world of misplaced entanglement. The snow is in full bloom and the lotus is heavy. Who is the flower face for Yan? A lifetime for the king of the world pity, agar goblet *** drunk Chinese years. Candle red fall, lamp flower cut. Spring has not yet died, the night has changed. The night flute blowing into the wound, the twilight mist lonely soul. Phoenix feather is difficult to break, and then continue the previous destiny. This promise of a thousand years, Zhuang Sheng butterfly who crazy? Half a lifetime of tenderness and love. Who is the flower face for Yan? A lifetime for the king of the world pity, agar goblet *** drunk Chinese years. The red dress half fall, eyebrow painting depth, goblet of wine *** drunken Chinese years.
Flower face of the world (six)
The phoenix fluttered, flower face drunken lotus. The dust of the past is far away, and the Nymphaea flower roams the sky. The water is so clear, the ripples splash the face of the king, and the tears are hard to cover up the heart's love. The moon is not full. Remembering the past, the ganoderma lucidum smiles between the mountain passes. The floating light is dappled and splashed lightly, and the clothes are still there, but it has been years. I'm not sure who to talk to about this, but I'm sure I'll be able to help you. I have no choice but to leave you far away, the cold cicada flute sound idle, flowers in the courtyard, who sleeps with the green lamp? The lone boat drifting with the wind, the afterglow of the sun and colorful, flower face, who is pleasing to their face? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Flowering the world of red lotus tears
(Dance a section of the flower from the floating water from the flow; Sigh a song, things and people are not things; Who and know, want to say all the tears first flow; Always remember each other, the people than that red flowers thin.) Remember the Yaoxue pool water treading waves, dark fragrance broken, but also remember the red lotus leaning against the moon to drink. The years and who is with, the red dust does not return to the road, only a fleeting dream over. I remember the past, love has been killed, empty look at the gurgling light. I'm looking for the present day, and the sun is cold on a thousand mountains. The eyes of the purple stare at the wind and frost, looking forward to, ten miles of love long. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to. The clouds and water are so thick that it's hard to see what's going on in the world. 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 get the best out of your life. The dust is shattered and sad marks fall, chanting ling song, the world's wind flow into an extinct song. The side listening to Fengtian cold footsteps resounded, Jin Jiang dress thin, raised eyebrows light view Tianshan snow fall, life and death who with ****, Jianghu grudges to get, lost in a trance tear broken Linglong.
Flower
You can see the world of the present and the past
The present and the past? The phoenix is a ghostly voice of separation, can you remember that year and that month heart to cherish each other? Last night, the phoenix flowers were in disarray, and the rain was so gloomy, who was playing the flute in the center of the lake? The nightingale cries the remnants of the sun, the blue lotus pouring city pouring country. He sank his eyes and smiled, pouring the world. Crowing around three turns, just tearing blood light flying, who with Xuan attack step lotus? Sin prison heavy lotus when to end, who alone drunk on the night of the bright moon? Raise the long whip, do not see you fluttering on the top of the snowy mountain. The cold jade ganoderma lightly, the plum shadow bloomed since the smile. The God of the underworld know-how, a flash in the pan, not to see the tea smoke. What's going to happen tomorrow? When I was born, when I died, and when I was separated from my family, the flowers filled a pool of rippling water and the people were alone and silent. Mayfly life searching, Fengtian Shenshui Nymphaea Nymphaea clothing, the autumn wind is rare, who hold the bamboo umbrella alone weeping? The nightingale cries at the end of the day, and the green lotus pours out of the city and the country. He smiled at me with a deep look, and the world fell in love with him. He cries three times and kills with blood and light, who wears a lotus flower? Flying phoenix go dance even, the world flower face who pity? Frost forest dyeing, earthly robbery but, reincarnation a thousand times. Cold mountain stooped down to pick up maple leaves, who point Zhu Sha between the eyebrows? Ink becomes snow, the origin of sin is nothing but destruction. Heavy fire burns all over the sealing and preservation, but the flowers are not seen to be as colorful as blood. The nightmare of a man in the bamboo pavilion is so miserable, and the cold night is so long that the autumn lotus is so beautiful that it can't be seen. (Who sings a light song in the years of chaos?) Like the morning dew, ten miles of red lotus colorful wine floating. A round of clear moon, the evening light between the bamboo alone. Begonia late, cold dagger blade for phoenix cast. The jade plume is sparse, who is looking at the way back alone?
Flowering the world of Jiangnan contempt
Jiangshan snow has deceived people old brew dance wild grass, full of paper drunkenly stacked Cherry Hao, flow incense cooking red robe. Horseback and do not recognize the millennium flowers and moon rush people old, why pay the red dust are self-interested, an inkstone floating cloud disappearance. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The old days of smoke, the old ballads. The green stream water, this cup of wine to invite, flow to the red bridge. The moon sleeps, the lamp sinks, the tea smoke, the flowers fall. Hanging rain, drunk, long hair messy, accompanied by fishing fire. The sky, the cold, the pale mountains, the negative snow. The old man, love silk fly, sick as wind flow extinguished candle disappointment asked a few times wrong. All the lines are impermanent, stop the lights to see the glory of a few search high, when the wind and snow thousands of old mountains, barefooted green smoke col. The countryside is still rain and smoke and a thousand families have not fallen to the end of the world grass, light shade pool museum level bridge, where the goblet of wine is good? The rivers and mountains of snow have deceived people old brew dance wild grass, full of paper drunken fall stacked Qi Hao, flow incense cooking red robe. The horse and do not recognize the millennium flowers and moon urging people to age, why pay the red dust are self-interested, an inkstone floating cloud disappearance. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I've seen it before. Downstairs in the west, Jiangnan's tobacco is green, and the crows on the painted screen are small. The sky is half full of rain, and the geese are fading from their nests. This is the night of my life. The rain is not enough to drink alone, the flowers fall and a scoop. A few pieces of the remaining mountains **** drunk, just the wine has not been eliminated. The tobacco in the south of the Yangtze River is green, and the crows on the painted screen are small. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. ***The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Flowering the world's stunning flow of years
Close your eyes, the dream are carefully warm once again. The first time I saw the world's face in the messy flowers, it was engraved. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the street, and I was in the middle of the street. The hand holding each other, the smile will be, the pale life is wrong, but forget about the flow of years. The palace is deep, the nine heavens are robbed, the lotus god moves the wind and clouds change. Who knows that the memories are so entangled that they can't bear to see each other part? Ask the blue sky (ask the blue sky), descend this world's destiny. Thousands of love, ten thousand drunkenness, empty burial and inseparable. Only you, waving your sleeve to cover the moon in the wind. I want to end the cycle of reincarnation in my life. The moon in the wind, it is difficult to escape from the cycle. Addicted to the illusion of prosperity. Pretend not to know, that wither is when. The Lotus Pond Bibo past more, secretly complained that can not, accompany you to cash, white head together. I am not sure if I can do it, but I am sure that I can do it, and I am sure that I can do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right. The name can be changed, can not be changed, you call my heart fondness. The long dream has passed away and turned into clouds of smoke, and I look up to the sky. Ask the sky again (ask the sky again), give this such as sinful destiny. Five hundred years, a wish, written into the scroll. Who remembers, turn over the dusty years? Layers and layers, fall full of each other entangled. Talk and laugh, no need to be too sad. As long as you are willing to say, after the meeting no harm. The red dust repeatedly think, such as picturesque style bright. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. 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," he said.
Flowering the world's lotus - memory
Lotus QingYouYou, bamboo forest drunk; wind over ripples, show clothes fluttering. The meeting was a surprise, and in the snap of a finger, it all became a nightmare. The first time I saw you, the phoenix was singing in the nine heavens. The heart of the sincerity of all the words, light clothing; Phoenix feather light show, floating life far away. A sword in the jianghu, the former dust destiny, ten miles of smiling face. Clear lotus light, eyes amethyst dark. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to have to do it. The sound of the lotus is broken, but there is hope for the next life. The Nymphaea has no words. Where is the fire? Who is the one who knows and who is the one who loves? The candle is red, the night is cold; I once remembered Fengtian, how I traveled there! Since then we have been separated, it is hard to forget, there is no harm in crying. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
Flowering the world of lotus smoke
A song of lotus step is not smoke, a pool of Nymphaea Nymphaea colorful; a piece of phoenix bamboo leaves, a clear stream shallow. Phoenix bamboo forest light willows flying swallows, the sea of lotus inflammation phoenix strong; a bottle of colorful wine ten miles of red lotus, Lin Lin rain fell by the side of the bridge. Yarn hidden Tongyun closed moon dumping world beauty face, alone on the window facing the moon shadow slant again nostalgia. At the first sight of Yao Xue, a glance at the city forgets the three thousand of prosperity; the peony garden is full of fire lotus like blood to make a farewell to the light clothes stained with leaves. The life of a mayfly is so shallow that it will die in the morning and in the evening, the purple pearl will be gone, and the snow on the Tianshan Mountain will be gone. I wish to bury you in the air for eternity, and I will live a long life and speak the words of the world. White silk red lotus, purple pupils reflecting the bright moon; ink-dyed bright eyes Su Xuan, gold wings want to rest cloud smoke. Acacia deep and shallow look at each other without words, ripples of light lotus wings shallow; bright moon and clear wind jade bed gradually stop, falling flowers flying dream. Who for the flowers and the world a long life remember the words of the king, who red dust purple strangers yellow springs, Biluo know? Re-dreaming without abyss, self-deceived that year's love is not the edge of the feather chopping ideas; Lotus like smoke, since the cloud forgets the previous destiny do not see the face of the gentleman. Yu Huan hanging moon, think of Jun face, think of Jun words, remember Jun wish; Phoenix feather zero fall Sen Shang eternal farewell, pear fall like snow full of cold steps. Weak water three thousand, *** Jun a scoop of drink, Tianshan snow; love into a family, look back and laugh lightly shallow drink, Xiaoxue return to the geese. See you in the next life, according to the sleepless, the moon turns Zhu Ge, the shadow from the slant. The song of the broken heart ink stained cloudy sky, cold light reflecting lotus cold smoke. Remote memory of the year, looking at each other nostalgia, see the face of the king, leaning on the mountain top. It is far away from right and wrong, half a lifetime of love, regret Jun such as lotus, the dust of the past as smoke. The rain dipped in the moon, the corner of the clothes hold, the clothes, love and inseparable. The clouds of the current year shallow green silk into snow, lotus fragrance with the end of the world. If you remember the face of the king, looking back and rubbing shoulders, forever hold, forever read. The world who pour again for who pity, phoenix in flight for lotus smoke.
Flowering the world of rouge tears
Plume feather sword, phoenix stacks, jade bamboo dash accompanied by loving. When I look back, he showed his face, a little bit of vermilion sand between the eyebrows colorful. The phoenix is empty, the phoenix is far away, "Come to the instrument" a song of life and death. Whose face is obliterated at the appendix? Safflower courtyard, Yao Chi, the next life about, swim Fengtian. In the world of red dust, all are envious of the love that has been entangled for a hundred lifetimes. The phoenix is still alive, but the Nymphaea is still in mourning, and the lanterns are burning out. A sleeve of fragrance is scattered, who will remember? The floating flower is gone, the fleeting flower appears, and the lotus is flicked in front of the Buddha in the middle of the water. The pipa wants to speak and the song changes, leaving behind tears of longing. Who cries, who laughs, who feels sorry for them, and who wishes that the alliance would be empty. See the plum smoke and rain in vain, rust oath. Whose hatred and whose love and whose grievances, and the negative face of the late years. Red lotus scattered, phoenix stay in the world. Who will be silenced? The phoenix has fallen, and the Nymphaea has fallen into a long sleep. The phoenix strings, the silk and bamboo, the fireworks are too much for the love of each other. The lotus and the phoenix are in love, how many times can we wish for the same thing? The phoenix falls to the sky, the lotus sinks into the smoke, and the palace is overflowing with fire. The moon on the valley, who watered the sadness of the old face? The old traces are broken, new traces are connected, people in the past have gone to the phoenix platform change. The water is empty, life and death, a bottle of wine laughing at the red lotus. Who is obsessed with who is beautiful and who misses, the sword mute yesterday. Sigh messy flowers fall red, wave by wave kite flying sky. Who's love, who's robbery, who's love, how to remember the years? Who is stained with clothes on the shore of Shenshui, through the years into a butterfly? The star is falling, sobbing blood to who said? If you are looking forward to the full moon, have you ever seen the city full of wind and flakes? I'm not sure how I can take on the old colors, but I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do anything about it. Who cries, who laughs, who complains, when the plums are yellow, the rain drowns the sky. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to see you again, but I'm sure I'll be able to see you again. Whose hate, whose love, whose wish, the wedding dress like fire jade into smoke. The red lotus spreads its wings and the splendor is all thankful, brimming and hard to see. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it.
Flower容天下之栖红莲
霜天月，晓寒疏，瑶雪红花恋秋池. The bright moon is scarce, the flowers are similar, years of dream wave. Autumn thousands of sprinkles, lotus dream pouring, laughing and sighing light song spring wind leaning. The years have gone by, the phoenix is in the lakeside, but we have forgotten to cherish each other. Nine songs singing, dream back to the vagueness of the night? Lotus face pouring absolutely beautiful, scattered, lonely phoenix in the wind to rely on. Sunset clear look, the wind blows the rain scattered look at each other resignation. Bright moon day, red sleeve cover, who will see about the good time? The red lotus is easy to change the green sky deceive. The flower face and the world, who, still remember the appendix intention? The wind and songs go on for a long night, gently shaking the jade bed in the storm. The snowy moon is miserable, the soul is dissolved, the fan starry sky flame blaze. Drunken Dixie red, snow fan sigh, look at the dark sun stream. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. In front of the fire, in the dream guest, the night dance lotus wings. When I dreamed, I was sorry to see you again, but I was afraid that I would be alone in the future. The starry sky is dark, the willow dances gently, and the people are not the same year after year. The empty smile, to the bright moon, the jade finger delicate dancing and executing. The clouds are scattering, the light is turning, the wind can be left to pass away. The wind and clouds are light and the begonias are still pointing long. Looking back to the place of depression, look, the end of the world to the wind abandoned. In the clouds and the wind, blowing away the Qiuwu fluttering and passing away. Look forward to the curtain, the sun and the moon long, who and lotus jade to part with?
Flowering the world of Phoenix Woods
Wind through the Phoenix Woods, the moon is hidden, dense fog color. Who eyebrow plum color a little silence, bamboo building broken memories. Like scattered in the dream of the remnants of chess, but no one to pick up. Who dialed the lute whispering, whispering, sound more than sound late. Short acquaintance, long memory, look at the end of the world, are you still white shirt? Bow a cup of old wine, sighing yin and yang send each other, waiting for the next life to recount. Hate may be the continuation of love. I embrace the overlap of shadows with you, through the years of time. Close at hand but as if separated from you, hundreds of millions of light years away. (Softly and softly) I don't want you to face setbacks, and I don't want you to grow up, it's always been like this. I like to see you capricious hooliganism ...... (sweet and sure) I am the phoenix, you are the phoenix. We were born to be a pair, so we should not be separated. (forlorn and sad) Phoenix double pair, fly to fly to the smoke and rain fall. And now ...... phoenix went, phoenix empty stay. Lotus color and dye a season, empty left footprints, who had once the magnificent and overwhelming a song? Red lotus open into a mystery, and then dream back to dream back to dream, looking down on the red dust path. The hand is attached to each other, and why fear the wind and rain? Wind through the Phoenix Forest, the moon is hidden, dense fog color. Who eye among the plum color a little silence, bamboo building broken memories. Like scattered in the dream of the remnants of chess, but no one to pick up. I poured a goblet of wine to sacrifice you, sacrifice you have not been with me as you wish. In the past, the phoenix bamboo just waist Qi, and now has covered the sky and the ground. The phoenix traveled with a jade bamboo had remembered, phoenix go empty left phoenix alone memory. Tears are hard to cut, pounding cold clothes. (The breeze is moist, the tea breeze is light. The old dream is revisited, the old man, has gone.)
Flowering the world of the old years - the old string
Who sees the snow falling strings thinking about the year? By the side of the Yao snow, the moon falls in the long sky to see the face of the gentleman for the first time. Who lifted the golden bottle and poured out a thousand libations to the moon? This year, it's like a dream. Shen Shuihan, a purple bamboo umbrella. On Chang'an Street, pears fall like smoke. The shadows were slanting, and the dark scent was light. I looked up and saw the breeze, who borrowed it? The moon in the courtyard quietly shines between the bamboo. How many times has the phoenix paper, silk and bamboo sounded? The old cloudy sky, vaguely have seen, to Yi Yi a song lightly rub shoulders. Who is looking back at the river and lake? I'm not sure where to find you, but I'm looking for you. In the past, he promised to leave the country, and the old songs were sung by several people. Who misses the fire lotus bleak color and fragrance? The evening of the long pavilion, shoulder to shoulder to watch the falling snow on the Tianshan Mountain. Who see the long sky miles scattered red leaves? The color of blood stained, but seek *** Jun a cup. I'm going to explore Fengtian, and I'm going to see the lonely geese outside the clouds. The green jade case, the book opened the next volume. Who sighed softly, only to say that I was lost. The partridge sky, only the shadow alone before. The water is so thick that there are ten miles of red lotus. Who is leaning on the fence, the rain is broken without words. I'm not sure what year it will be, but I'm sure it will be a long time before the old man is gone. Who sees the snow falling on the strings of the piano and thinks about that year? The moon is falling in the sky, and I see the face of the king for the first time. Who lifted a golden bottle and poured out a thousand libations to the moon? These years are like a dream. The moon is hanging above, how many words are written on the ink-dyed scroll? When I say goodbye to you, whose face will I sketch with my pen? The sun is slanting and the pipes are blowing. Who misses the fragrance of the fire lotus? The evening of the Long Pavilion, shoulder to shoulder with the Tianshan Mountain snowfall. Who will see the red leaves scattered all over the sky? The Purple Path is pale, looking back to find the gentleman can not be seen. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. The sound of a shallow sigh, but things have long been far away. Even though the purple pipeline blowing off the wind, this world, no one has to get the old string; the red dust, and who has pressed the string?
Flowering the world's lotus wings - mayfly dream
Ten thousand feet of red dust chaos, long career short, floating into empty (fallen flowers into a mound). Mayfly a summer, reflecting the water Shaohua, Bilu life is like a poem like a picture. Gaze and forget the end of the world, red dust and sand, who pity the green silk is difficult to change white hair. The jianghu struggle, bloodthirsty brake. Floating life name, struggle in vain. If the heart is like a lotus, open flawless, return to the time, what to worry about? （"Let's live and let's die!) Ten thousand feet, red dust wind blowing sand, the rise and fall of a hundred years, to whom to pay? A bamboo leaning against a hedge, a bottle of wine and a pool of flowers. Mayfly in summer, burning snow Shaohua. The stars are silent, and the stars are bright for a moment. The heart is like ripples, the wings are lightly rubbed, and the world is negative with a smile out of the corner of one's eye. （"Even if you are angry, even if you hate me!) （"I don't know you, who pities the world. I'm not sure who you are, but I'm not sure who you are, and I'm not sure who you are.)
Flower容天下-十里红莲艳酒之十里恨
盈盈绿水边，静静一株莲。 The wind is blowing in a light blue color, and the crimson dancing feet are limp. Half-open eyes, drunkenly lying in the courtyard of red flowers, phoenix song flower shadow intention entwined. The phoenix is holding a sword that breaks the sky, and the phoenix is flying in the sky. The sky bends half a string, the ripples envelop the smoke of sorrow. The dark fragrance of the hand, the jade kettle light sleepless, angry and powerless to wildly upside down. The snow covers the phoenix's plume, the rain beats the Nymphaea, where does the wind roll the phoenix's feathers?
Flowering the world - ten miles of red lotus wine of the floating life of the deep love
During the morning and evening death, mayfly short-lived flowers. The floating life is annihilated, who is drunk on the flower face alone drink half a goblet of wine? The flute is not visible, who holds an umbrella and stares at it? The eye glance, the years suddenly into the past; had remembered the past, the red candle tent warm **** in love. The eye, who has this floating life half a world of nirvana? The moon is half-bent, a few bottles of wine empty to the night. The old dream is revisited, the deceased has gone, a few hate parting, and then talk has become sad. The sound of the flute is cold, and the wind shines on the shadow of a drunken man. The past and the past, the book empty dream a volume. The first time I looked back, the years had passed by.
The world of flowers is annihilated
Drunken flowers, pouring the world, a smile into tears. The first time I saw you, 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. Nymphaea reflecting eyes, is such a nightmare. The moment you look back, you'll see that it's all gone to hell. I wish to live and die in exchange for seeing each other. Green Lotus Xie, do you remember my face? Heavy fire and Yao snow, the train of the robe flying and dancing. The blood of the blade froths and cuts through the heart stream; the love for each other makes the soul fly away and dazzles the spirit. Nymphaea blossomed, fluttering in the wind all night, and yesterday's love became a lie. Vermilion sand mole, between the eyebrows, still looks like before. Whose thoughts are in the dream? The lonely shoulders are so haggard. 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. I remember the Phoenix forest again, pulse attachment and difficult to say. The phoenix bamboo shaking, bent head sing all who's fond of? Forget about the past and seal up the old times! Burial sword, plume light annihilation; words of farewell, broken years. The tears are just a remembrance of the past, and they are transformed into flames. Love and hate, not reduce the face; sadness and happiness, it is difficult to sleep. The phoenix shadow swaying, ten miles of red lotus without color, once geometric memories like the sky.
Flowering Death
Beside the Yao Pond, the water is frosty, and the Nymphaea are looking at each other. The winds are blowing, the silks are in disarray, and I'm disappointed. The phoenix is in a state of distress, the phoenix is in a state of sadness, the sycamore tree is in a state of memory, the phoenix is in a state of sadness. The threads of love are broken and become illusory, the destiny is scattered. The shadow of the body is left behind, the shadow of the dream is appending, and the purple eyes are turning a thousand times. Bamboo forest stream, the leaves fall in the autumn wind. When I traveled to Fengtian, I felt the fragrance of lotus in the sinking water. In the blue water, a song of "Lai Yi" is raised. Promises are made, sorrows are broken, and the appointment has become a thing of the past. The nightmare is hurt, I keep a piece of paper alone. The mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly mayfly die. The only thing that you can do is to rely on the Phoenix, alone with the Lotus, together with each other.
Ten miles of flowers on the moon
Soft like the wind, smiling like flowers. Yan Yue Rong, zero fall wind. Ten miles of red lotus colorful wine, flying swallow light willow; Phoenix bamboo forest floating up, floating fire lotus. Yesterday's fallen leaves at first open and close, floating down. Falling Ying colorful, the remnants of the leaf scroll, like a dream (like a dream). The fragrance of darkness intoxicating wonderful fine wind, heavy fragrance hundred lotus rain leaves yellow Xuan under the perched phoenix. Overflowing water stream flowers in the water thousands of trees lost before the trail, the world road glory and wither hidden sinking. Red lotus colorful, smiling like a flower; Phoenix bamboo, staggered into the empty. The purple ganoderma is permeable, and the shadow of the phase is obliterated; laughing at the red dust, and the fire is heavy on the moon. Drunken flower fragrance, flocculent willow Qing Mei; dusk candle, falling red lotus withered. I've been there, I've been there, I've been there, I've been there, I've been there. The red lotus is a colorful wine. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it.
Remembering the flowers - the old times
(Phoenix bamboo forest, swallow light willow. Ten miles of red lotus, a bottle of colorful wine.) The phoenix is dancing around, wanting to reach nirvana, drunkenly dancing among the bamboos. Rouge broken face, rain hit the red lotus. In the cold pool, only Nymphaea's snow blooms, most of all Nymphaea's lotus blossoms. It is hard to sleep in a lonely bed, accompanied by a green lamp. The phoenix-plume sword has waved away all the grudges; the jade flute and pipe have ended the song. I can't see you, but I am drunk in the Yellow Springs, so I can't see you again. Soul breaks the pouring lotus, miserable away from the other side of the shore far away. I can't stop sighing, it seems like years have passed by; by the green mound, I am unwilling to be reincarnated. A bottle of wine, drink the heavy fire grudges, flower face a dream drunken face. (The saddest expression in the world is the absence of expression. His face is expressionless as he recounts the story of mayflies, born in the morning, dying in the evening, and fleeting in the evening.) West of the Yao Chi, necks intertwined, brows lightly curved. Purple eyes drunk with love, brocade rivers and mountains. The rivers and mountains were colored by love, a spring dream in a trance. The vermilion curtain separates the swallows, and the incense burns in the air. How can I bear the love of the old marriage; but now we see each other without words. The red lotus remains, empty sadness, tears rain wind dry. Sunset lingers, prosperity has become smoke. Water and clouds, the wind smiling face; look back, this life is not changed. Love is shallow, drink alone twilight cold, only wish to meet with Jun dream. Sigh not exhausted, like water flowing years; green mound side, reincarnation is not willing. A bottle of wine, drink the heavy fire grudges, flower face a dream drunken face. (I don't know you who pity the world, for whom to study the moon face and flower face. If you own him, you own the world of flowery face.)
Month and flowers
Accompanied by the moon and evening hooks green soul around, remembering to haunt the vegetative hand for a thousand years. Clothes double fly, words knot. Zhu dot eyebrows, phoenix leaning on the waist. Phoenix bamboo even shadow dancing, the absolute shadow of the long diagonal flowers in the sky. Messy burial light and shadow vertical sun stack, wrong teenager, spirit sword sleepless. Dust to the wind, bamboo building residual shadow indistinct world. The white clothes in front of me, the dream breaks the smoke and dust sheep, thousands of mountain slanting sun far away. The folding lotus night charm purple pupil color, rest around the heartless old face Linxue. The Nymphaea of the Nymphaea, the Nymphaea of the Sea, the Nymphaea of the Sea, the Nymphaeaceae. The eyes are like silk, and the phoenix feathers say goodbye to each other. In the courtyard of the red flower, leaning on the moon in light clothes. In the middle of a laugh, the purple pearl of Fengtian said goodbye, and the blood washed out of the sky. Light veil roll corner curtain heavy magic, only a piece of speech, curved eyes Yang drunk. Warm fog hair waterfall hanging, ripples, red dust should know Yan Yi frost moon. Snapping his fingers to remember the smoke and moon, a bottle of wine, ten miles of red lotus. The starlight of the mountains and the sea, the rivers and lakes of grievances. The dream is disturbed, love alone chat, pouring face. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get a pair of shoes or boots.
Drunken flowers
Trance, confusion, Fengtian Shenshui Gothic. The first thing you need to do is to look at the bamboo umbrellas, and then look at each other. The wind is blowing, the tea is smoking, and the lotus is swinging in ten miles. The old dream was in vain, and I sang a sad song in a shallow voice, and I was at a loss. In the bamboo forest, dark clouds, the moon brimming with love strings. The lonely lamp is accompanied by a white dance. On top of the snowy mountain, the sword of the dead soul, but the smile is only speechless. Drunken face of the king, no regrets and no complaints. I am willing to be drunk for a thousand years for the face of the flower, and the sword is compassionate to the world and the living beings. Dance heavy lotus, phoenix nirvana. In the bamboo forest, dark clouds, the moon brimming with love strings. Lonely lamp dancing. On top of the snowy mountain, the dead soul sword, but laugh only speechless. Drunken king's face, no remorse. Cold dreams, heavy nightmares, the moon is not full. The willow eyebrow, the red face from the clean. Pick up the autumn leaves, broken autumn lotus, mottled several destinies? The jade fingertips, red dust has been annihilated. Bamboo Xuan only shadow cup of wine cool, floating clouds v. Separated from the sadness, look over the fence, do not say melancholy, Jianghu far, near the slanting sun, the end of the world, each pale. The evening wind is resting and the stars are brightly lit. The sound of Xiao is chaotic, the sky is like blood, the sadness of the birds fly away. I'll be holding this sword, the long ditch, the flowing moon. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
Drunk on flowers
The Nymphaea bloomed in the sky, the lonesome ten miles of color, the phoenix danced in the spring breeze of the youth of the age of China. The Nymphaea's eyes are so enchanted by the green lotus flower. The flute will end, but what will you see? Hibiscus know-how agar goblet jade plum shadow cover. The snowy chaos of the world is not looking back at the road three thousand, falling flowers and flowing jade butterflies left the sword. The phoenix bamboo forest lock Lan smoke, suddenly old memories like the year. Autumn water days, playing the sword song ten thousand times; Gothic Yang blood, burying the withered face. The marriage of a hundred generations and a thousand autumns has been extinguished in one day, and it is difficult to save the moon in the sky and the blossom has only appeared for the first time. Golden bottles of wine, the end of the world flying snow, plume **** Xiang palm destiny, snow Chi cold jade proud mountain top. Autumn water days, playing the sword song ten thousand times; the blood of the sun, burying the withered face. Bongtian Shenshui long dance purple shadow Qian, Shura field life and death robbery mayfly life shallow. Falling snow is not full of willow flute throat. The red dust of the ten thousand feet of the sky, Purple Street, a dream are speechless. The small building night rain blew down the apricot curtain, the water flowers face three life hate parting. Phoenix nirvana fire bath heavy lotus, phoenix bamboo forest lock Lan smoke. The Nymphaea bloomed in the sky, and it was so beautiful that it was only ten miles away. The phoenix dances in the spring breeze of the youth, and can be drunkenly poured down to the nine heavens of the Xuan Tian. The green lotus flower is fascinating to the eyes, but when the flute is finished, how can you see it? The moon on the heavy fire drifting all the paper kite.
Phoenix Song
Yellow moon and smoky wind, shine water as a lotus flower, no makeup is still beautiful in the Yao Chi. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. The song is over, the wine is empty, the promise is gone with the wind, and this love is left with a lot of hatred. Remembering yesterday's events, love and hate are in a hurry. I can't meet up with you because of your love for me. I sigh with laughter as my eyes turn to emptiness, and I realize that my old dreams are empty. This dream has been with who? This dream has been with who? I'm not sure who I'm talking to, but I'm not sure who I'm talking to. Autumn rain, empty buildings, new bamboo shoots and become phoenix bamboo. I've been gone for years, and I can't see the peach blossoms laughing at the spring breeze in the sky. I can't stop thinking about the endless tears, and I can't stop drinking wine and swaying the lonely lamp. I'm not sure where to look for you, but I'm sure I can find you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find the best way to do this. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this one. I've been thinking about all the things that happened yesterday, and I've been in a hurry. I remember a touch of red, engraved in my heart. When the eyes back, reappear yellow sorghum dream, dream meeting. This dream is only with you! This dream is only with you! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that!
Ten miles of red lotus colorful wine
Flower fall flower zero, the ghost of the tragic sadness. I'm not sure who I'm talking to, but I'm not sure who I'm talking to. The frosty condensation, the "coming" complaint, who knows the red flowers in the courtyard residual? The world has moved on, the love is broken, and the intoxication is still there. The sunset is a blush of red petals of Nymphaea, the wind is light and the smoke is warm. The phoenix is in disarray, the clouds and mist scatter the dreams. The bamboo and jade pipes sound far away; the tears of love are raining down. I can't see the people at the end of the world, and no one can understand my heart. Suddenly look back, heavy fire in the rain realm, Yao snow flowers fall out. The only thing I heard is that the phoenix goes to the lotus heart cold, cut off the love silk mess. Leaves dance feather fluttering, gazing at the eyes Zhu Sha fall between the eyebrows. The face of peach blossom where to find, in vain remaining dust full of eyes. The end of the world is vast, the old and the new are in a dilemma. The moon is in ruins, and thoughts are spreading. The birds are flying, the plumes are scattered, the flowers are not yet dead and the pupils are pale. The heart is in turmoil, how can we be separated? The willows and poplars are in a state of fluttering confusion. Spring returns like a wing, never to be seen again. Wine is a source of sorrow, but it's a source of idle worry; people are broken-hearted, but they are not. I don't know how we can meet again, but I'm still in love with you, so I'll just leave you with a shadow.
Moon on the heavy fire (this is the lyrics of the song accompanying the back of the moon radio drama)
(Bong Zi: Many years later, when I recall all this, it will be a bit dazed. These legends that seem to have been decorated with gold dust, these love-hate relationships, those who have stepped all over the mountains and rivers, a promise of a thousand pieces of gold, but it is only to drink wine as the wind. Ten years of misery, but also, put a smile. Is love, is obsessed, is fate, or sin. All this, and who can understand it?) Halfway through the night, the Nymphaea is already in ruins. Who will save me from the fate of three lifetimes? We met under the moon in Fengtian, and were surprised by the sight. I've been drunk on the appendices, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to show you the scrolls. If we see each other, it's all in vain. If you do not see, in vain, empty thoughts. Doomed, negative weak water three thousand. I'm not ashamed of you, I'm not ashamed of you, I'm not ashamed of you, I'm not ashamed of you. The red line secretly hold, Luoyang goodbye. The moonlight is quiet and bright, empty promise. Lonely old courtyard, the east wind steal change. The lute is played lightly, and the strings are plucked. The sea has changed, for whom the flowers are beautiful. Lift your eyes to the starry field of chaos, broken mirror is difficult to be reunited. The dream pool has turned into a cocoon of love. I'll see you again, I'll see you again. Stopping by, saying goodbye to the lingering. The moon in the sky, love deep ask love shallow. In a split second, who would like to live their whole life? Why do you need to ****, hold hands and ask the Chinese years. Sakura branch first folded, love not to give up. The thought of the Senate business separation, the phoenix blowing away from the fall. The strings are broken, no one and ask now not yesterday. Jianghu autumn water, the past as a song. Love engraved, knotted into concentric locks. Hate entanglement, looking at the red dust and purple strata. Stinging, who is a lot of love to cause? Chaotic wind color, who has been annihilated for a lifetime? The city of Mu red face, a life beacon. The hand asked the Brahma, a thought of obsession. The lanterns are lit for me, and the fate is wrong. Late at night, I look back at the starry river. Phoenix carved jade bracelet, window shadow mottled. Cloud shadow, cold ice, a promise of a thousand gold. Cherry blossoms, starlight smoke over. The outlines are traced again, and life and death are together. Look back and see, the ruler to turn jade silk. *** white head, hand in hand in the dry rut. The winds and colors of the miles are overturned. But do not forget, always remember this legend.