1, the world would like to have a love affair, this hate is not related to the wind and the moon. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. The only thing I wish is that we are as warm as the beginning, and as impressed as the first time we see each other. With the always in mind, the heart to carry the sky cliff, this life, the next life, the end of the world.
2, forget the last life, who accompanied me together with the old; remember this life, who faded from the side of my appearance, discrete variables in a flash, love and hate a cycle, love to the end, who and me to the end of the world.
3, the sentence I like you, long ago drifted in the wind, but deep deep in their hearts, it is not the end of the world of feudal superstition, is not the promise of a long time, just a happy and happy related to the beliefs, called unwavering.
4, the road of life where do not meet, the first encounter shock, goodbye still. Wooden, the years shocked a moment, in retrospect, but found that the real love in my hands can not hold the sand, who love who the end of days, shallow years, twilight look back, the road is not the road to the time, the people are not the people of the deceased, the wind and rain of life and I found which depressed me, floating life as if dreaming of a little obsessed, can be how to help.
5, these white head and old age, old age of the small story as full of fireworks 3D rendering of the illusion, 3D rendering of the parting, azalea even sound, even cried blood, cries back to your goodbye without saying goodbye. In this beautiful and lack of global, once loved each other, I stood with you into the shore, you and I became a hurried passer-by.
6, the end of the world, a long time, the sea is rotten, too long, forever and ever just lie, only for this life and your heart hand in hand.
7, a song of the old days, a section of the earthly promise, in the end, who is the most beautiful watchman pioneer in this life? Who is the depth of love, evoking a curtain of dreams in the heart of who?
8, in this life I still wish to use all things of the green lamp Buddha clothes, to get you a world of not leaving. I'd like to dance with you to the end of the world and renew the unresolved destiny of my past life.
9, this life is only to wish you a world of joy, want to be with you in the street together hand in hand **** into; accompanied by you to wait for a person's old age; butterfly flowers swept through the pale sea, and is not a hot-blooded legend.
10, the red dust drunken dream a light cover lonely, slow twist guitar strings, a song break sadness, low singing, beads tears thousands, but nowhere to talk about bleak, ask the sky, who accompanied me to the end of my days?
11, last night's pillow, today's strangers far, is a beautiful mutiny, the original is the oath of the end of days, faded in the feelings of snow, wind and flowers.
12, strangers in the red dust, the meaning of these years with you heart to heart. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. The first thing you need to do is to write down the old age that belongs to all of us. The strand of thoughts, with the happiness of the first sight of the long storage heart. Let the years go by, let the world change. I also smile, I also have no regrets. 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.
13, the love between us, such as the dry leaves floating down on the ground, brilliant sorrow, decorated with loneliness, heart a slight pain, it turns out that you have long been far away, good old days, good love will not change, turn back, but have been separate days cliff.
14, the dew cold misty spring Lingbo, silent tears, with the step of fragrant clouds, but fade the meaning of spring, previously said that the end of the world, Hai Gu Shi rot, previously promised the world changes, why not until 2020 years of spring has long been bleak, the sadness of the wire is still fluttering, but the heart is already all over the body. Let the lonely heart empty guard heart cabinet, there are a few of the heart of the lake area hazy with a Que Que memories of the poetry?
15, that night, everyone under the tree with the sword with the dance, your sword eyebrow soft like water looking back, each other's eyes relative sex, manic a tree peach blossom. I was dancing with my feet, singing and dancing, looking around, softly and elegantly in the knitted brows and smiles, to tell the heart of that part of the world. The sword was drawn in silence, and the light of the sword was fluorescent, and the words "never leave each other" were engraved under the tree.
16, perhaps, this life, I'm not the end of your days, but if the two love is long time, and not in the wish you well? The Han Palace is drunk on the autumn moon, and the qin and se have been cherished. Green dickey, leisurely my heart, corner meets love, may *** spectrum of the morning and evening gleanings, with singing jinxer years.
17, at that time, I always love to look at your knitted brows, listen to your words, because I think you are the most beautiful concerto in my heart in this life, but your language is the heavens a thing very big favor. You think, if I like it very much, just you want, but you will also stay with me until the end of the world, the sea, the end of that world destruction.
18, Bie Moss March, the wind gently blowing willow fly. The heather on the shore is silent, and the water is adjacent to each other. There are so some people, in the years quietly flowing. When inadvertently gathered, only to find which similar self. Therefore, it will not be divided into two to love, there is no end of the world, only twilight.
19, if, in the future, the road may be wind and rain loaded with road, perhaps material, roll dust, can you and I ten fingers tightly clasped to the past, promised a piece of heaven and earth will not change the day?
20, the road of red dust, who is at the confluence of deep love, waiting for a want to idle for her three good Secretary? The long road of the world, who is in the mud puddle out of the hard search, looking for a can stay for him to stare at the eyes of the beautiful people? Who promised to be with him for the rest of his life? Who will promise to be with him for the rest of his life? The water of Canglang is clear, my heart is turbid, the water of Canglang is turbid, my heart is clear. In the country of love, you go, I stay.
21, the world's closest distance, and not between each other *** shiver, just would have understood that can not hold your hand, but often decorated with the heart, waiting to give the moment of warmth. It seems to ask, how far to wait? It is the end of the world, the sea is rotten, I am still in the same place, waiting silently.
22, a song of konghou, coiled around the world of the miserable, a pipa, haunted by the complex of all things, diagonal range of residual xiao, obsessed with the rain of the Qingming, the hustle and bustle of the whole loss, who can promise me a song of the end of days? Finger dyeing hustle and bustle, who can be planted for me in a world of dumping city absolute love ...... quiet in the rain, chilling a cycle of the world. Inside the guitar strings strumming three thousand red dust rolling. Memory burns the remnants of the past, carrying half a world of misery, playing half a world of appendage.
23, you fell into the heart can have traced the direction of true love, your tender feelings can look for a resting post, if you now stay in the cold street alone drift, sad, I would like to become a wisp of spring wind snuggled up beside you alone, to sweep away your inner trauma, with you drifting, together with the clouds, together with the clouds, together with the flowers, together with the experience of the human world, together with the cold, together with the warm and the cold. 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 it.
24, after all, you in my heart is always just a dream, my daily life in your long dream, can not wake up, no just start, there is no result, there is no end, there is no hopelessness!
25, I have just begun to lose their way, happy happy just began to pain. The years have opened their own tree wheel, pulling a restless heart. If this time to be able to the end of the world, I think we can all six roots of pure.
26, some people, some things, after all, a lifetime can not forget, perhaps buried in the heart of the hidden, perhaps at some point in the tears pouring like a tide. The wind waiting to maintain the beginning of the appearance, and time y embraced, staring at a deep love, an old age.
27, light ink fragrance, tilted face of the world that a world of old age, slowly popping out of the body of the dust, blurred mind to you to draw a shallow shelving, has not been that a life waiting in the sea of the promise, has not been that a life waiting in the language of the snow and wind and flowers, in the end, who is outlined for the people to deal with the pathetic, in the spread of the XiongBaJiuZhou, in the end, is the remnants of who is the chess cardboard years in the dead of the night, in the end, who is the most important thing, is that the people of the world, is not the most important thing. Pouring out, in the end, whose tears, floating in the years.
28, dear, today today, I still want to gently say to you, you picked with happy for the flavor, then, I also picked with sincerity to accompany each other, accompanied by you, put this plate event, has been carried out to the end of the world. My dear, you know? You use a neat and transparent heart, happy simplicity of daily life, then, touch you, the heart will be extremely appropriate warm, in my case, this is also the most beautiful thing in the road of life.
29, buried in the heart for a long time long time moved the heart, but still in hearing this song hit the sadness. Think of him, think of the love at that time, love to the depths of the world, but also love to come to the fallen flower people chopped liver.
30, comet like past days, in the young sky draws the most beautiful diagonal, firmly nestled in this a bit of bitterness or happy happy memories, stationed in the warm city of the bunker, thanks to the red dust have you. If love also has an afterlife, I will hold your hand, accompanied by you to celebrate the end of the world ......
31, time is ultimately a continuous change forward, ten years ago I just listen to the theater, ten years after I went on stage into the singer, unprecedented, the scene is noisy. A sense of sacredness, a sense of awe, do not leave, I would like to exhaust my life to perform this show, the end of the world, the wood is not carved.
32, paths of red dust, ink ink rhyme, single paper thin volume, Lyric not finish the history of the long sadness, whose sadness, slowly vicissitudes of life in the plain paper, put an end to the world of jinxes charming and moving. The fate of this life, her life idea, a turn back, will be left down eyebrow thoughts,, a dream of a thousand years of time phantom, looking for, only turned into an ink pen between the end of the earth and the sky.
33, the fate of the pale, time is cool, whether all of the world, are no match for the world's half of the world, whether all of the oath of alliance, can not be engraved on this sum of paper short love long?
34, who in the pursuit of crossing the world clamor, three thousand green silk, etc. into a head of white hair, who waited to cross the rebirth of the world clamor, three feet of dust to keep coming to the end of the world.
35, a boudoir reading, a paper tears, a scene of fireworks, a handful of comet wishes, peach blossom luck to do with the spring breeze, green leaves to accompany the red flowers, but I am still guarding a person to the end of the world, carry out a person's oath of allegiance, drunken dance in the rain lingering in the wooden stacks of the axle, intoxicated with the world and the world's valor, pouring to keep the water flow Shaoguang.
36, the moonlight dissolves, the shape of the lonely, the promise of the end of the world, but the circle is not a always, the lonely cooking years, to you, I love to be embarrassed?
37, the world is easy to old, easy to break the glass. The day of the sea will come, and the moment of the end of the world will also come. No more princesses and princes, no more evil queens and poisoned apples, fables have been farther and farther away from everyone, I have long been which is not hiding in the ivory tower peeping at the rusty global children. When these childhood rhymes still sing the story of time, the door of the chair has been sent away.
38, the real love of two people in the world, not a person's wishful thinking.
39, mountain Jingjing, water Bibi, Han Palace Autumn Moon rhyme long, life is hard to get a heart, a thousand years has been the most difficult to find, the sound, the song "Knowing" is still in again. Spring is full of splendor, the heart is also warm, this life, do not seek the end of the world, only to seek, this season flowers bloom in the world.
40, low life, I just time of the hurried passer-by, *** into the world, *** to the dust. Do not pursue the love of the world, do not pursue the promise of perseverance, I but seek, a moment with you to keep. Even after many years into a pile of bones, my middle thumb also has a never dissipate the print, that is, once loved your confirmation.
41, is sitting in the window, recalling each other in the earthly hot-blooded legend of love, that first encounter, only a look back, a into the spirit of the end of my soul only belongs to you, my heart only belongs to you, my thoughts only let you, and you have been through the dry after the ordeal of the million also only does not belong to me, because of the last life of the Buddha in the front of the wish, even if the ends of the earth and the sea will also be two hearts, even if the end of the earth and the world will also be two hearts, even if the end of the earth and the world will also be two hearts, even if the end of the earth and the world will also be two hearts. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
42, originally thought to hold over the success, is the end of the world. But I don't know, the last sentence of the mutual help, not all with the son with the old.
43, always thought, if the payment of a world of love, will be exchanged for everyone want to think of the end of the world! However, this is a long way to life, the tide rises and falls, the wind and clouds record difficult to determine, no one will accompany you to walk permanently, is ultimately a person's loneliness, a person's mutual help and foam. Far away is the scenery, close to be considered the road of life. Why would I go through all the trouble to salvage the scenery that was originally irrelevant to me?
44, meet, is a tree blossom, a lot of sweet sweet story will be accompanied by the aroma of the diffusion, to give the time a embrace, so that I am still depressed corner stepped on your feet, thanks to God everyone did not pass by, I remembered your beautiful and moving smile. You feel countless times waiting, only to wait for one person, sitting in the time of the rattan rocking chair, gradually shaking together, together with the old. I believe, I also so quietly waiting, waiting for hand in hand with the old age.
45, feelings, stepped through will understand, no right and wrong are not winners and losers, light on the dispersion, the pain will be. Who takes who seriously, who will hurt deep! You don't have to tell me everything about you, everything about you and I have nothing to do with it. I no longer have the guts to make myself stubborn. The body and mind are tired, the injury has been over also see through. Learning to put down these frankly old age, collect the tears, love back to itself.
46, when I was young, I always thought that real love is so happy, always thinking of having a pure feelings, and then and their own hearts all the way down to the end of the world. Therefore, in order to love to give up a lot of goods, and even reckless and their own love to come together. Very good luck and very touching.
47, you think, in the not so long future will accompany me to seal a forever feelings, toward the mutual abiding not to leave. And because I'm so obedient to you, I'm happy to give you feel happy, accompany you through the day after day of the years, little by little in mind. But why do you need to want me to carry the lost, this past time, who will comfort my heartache.
48. If you do care about me, how can you be so cruel as to let me be alone so that I can wait for you until the years dry up, until the end of the world? If you do care about me, how can you be cruel enough to let me alone to suffer the vicissitudes of the years, through the changes of the world? If I can cope with the next time, then I have to what reason to wait for you?
49, meet a person, only a moment, in love with a person, usually will be a lifetime. Knowing each other is not a fault, and the end of the world is not the ultimate. To this day, everyone dry that the most tender people, for a flower nodding, for a cloud to stay, for a drop of rain impressed. Previously experienced commitment, hand in hand play the world, but ultimately still in the confused time, each other separated.
50, that kind of soft chanting on the hands of the moon in the fog to explore flowers, and then keep a person to get old.
51. If I could, I would like to make you global. Just, I do not have the world, can let you, just my two hands carry that piece of blue sky and white clouds. If you can, I would like to stay with you until the end of time. Only, we can't go to the end of the world, can accompany you, only you have been in the case of must me, pull your hand, say to you, I'm still there.
52, to the road to the end of the world, I came for who for? Who will become for me?
53, things change, the end of the world, than there is a person to hold my hand, together to see the sunset old. The sea puts the stone rotten, the world is long, than there is a person with me, leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, and look at the road of the river and lake.
54, if you can cognize my heart word at this time, then, please dream in my about your vegetarian eyebrow painting, so that my heart word flawless, throw anchor you a stack of flowers. I wish I had a few wisps of light wind, around the fingers of some sand, will be your name. Quietly enjoy into the book incense flying all over the sky, filled with in the three life waterfront, and I come to life in the old days.
55, a heart, a piece of blue sky, the exhibition of the years, my lonely feelings pulse mutual heart rate, peacefully meaning the end of the world that a marriage, the sea is rotten, the more dispersed, the more faint.
56, peach blossom luck fragrance permeated, drunken moonlight, drunken world love, fingertips condensed volume containing incense, there are pigeons to send a letter, the end of the night, according to the Huaxin, Wanli carrying a dream; Yan Ran smile, shallow writing loneliness, do not speak of sadness, the world of the world a glimpse of the YiYun is difficult to rhyme, fingertips bloom flowers, I am still in the deepest part of the earth quietly waiting for you, straight to the end of the earth and the sky, the mountains are not pronged, the sky and the earth together, only the language with the king to be cut off!
57, lonely wandering, shaking the depth of yesterday's love, damp, but cold suspicion of your heart. The river of silence across the rain dark, you know? We are just one thought away from each other! But, only this idea, drip taxi bitter tears, long in vain sigh, is the sad autumn painting fan hopeless.
58, thoughts like the green vine, in the spring morning dew fly long, but you, always in my heart that tree of the Evergreen City, with the world to live forever, the end of the world.
59, two by two, spontaneous embrace of the moon, whispering linden tree, leaning on the stone of the three lifetimes, love and affection, a good old days and all the things of the edge, Hai Gu Shi rot cycle of love, forever and ever, the heart and hands together. Chasing the moon alone pavilion, accompanied by the moon fairy trail, snow, moon, wind and flowers, Nian Yi Ren, but wishing for a long time, thousands of miles *** Canyuan Juan.
60, in the end, who faded out of the heavenly market quiet coat? And in the end who is the noise and quiet hustle and bustle of the bundle into a sad? Grief, from the beginning to the end could not plant a red bean, cultivate it into a tree of thoughts, with a tree of green shade to cover the market in the sky. After that, the walking street is quiet and only this love remains. Therefore, I do not smooth two hands planing all the earth and sky, will own love buried into a world of waiting. Only waiting, I can use messy footprints stacked day to night step, leading to the heavenly market.
61, then now, love on love it, please hold those two hands, do not lose each other in the endless world, is this has been going on, to the end of the earth, to the end of time, to the end of the road to the Yellow Springs, in the end of the moment, but also in the heart of the heart of the Mengbo thank you, this life, thanks for you to accompany me to go.
62, walking in the globe of your departure, all of my season in the flower worship moment, competing to stir up the quarter, flick to hold the treetops on the last flower face, but can not withstand the coldness of time, withered in the heel, the flowers of the rotting aura, is the death of the allegorical story, picking up the light kiss these fall in the fingertips of the tender, lost in the white lies you laid, intoxicated obsession, there is a by who to wake up? The thin burden can not afford to give you to the end of the world, as if these faded in the dawn on the rest of the swing, with the arrival of evening, flooded in my wound, and ultimately there is only my heart between the mutilated road son scars.
63, a promise to accompany you to the end of the world in the sky, love you to the end of the world, the pale sea is still dry, the sea runs, and that love is still that unobtrusive in the strand of the shore waiting for you to cross the sea of flowers in the country of happiness and joy to give a sea of flowers.
64, the old age of the world into the placement of the years, we only see it, will make the human body more and more hard that place transient soft.
65, originally, not necessarily meet can be from the flower bloom to keep to the falling flower, from the good people to keep white hair. Loss of scenery, the people who drift away, all live in the end of the margins. Sea and mountain alliance empty to the moon, the earth and the sky will become empty. Your earthly life, because I just pass by the happy happy. In the past, if you are well, I will be a sunny day. Nowadays, if it's not so good, then it's not related to me. Perhaps the blossoming and the coincidental separation out, in the underworld has been final. I have to give you the most beautiful when you are still floating!
66, there is no defiant feelings, there is no kiss my rotten, there is no oath of service commitment, there is no promise of the end of the world; there is only a shallow old age, silently snuggling. That kind of love is called knowing each other, is attributed to the only you and the only me.
67, desolate in the heart of the desolate, lonely alone, always think, feelings almost only two kinds of results, and not a different way, is the same. The real love of a person's business, a person's righteousness, a person's warmth and cold, a person's old age, not related to other. Like the sky and the ocean love, their hands but since the beginning of time can not hold each other; like fish and seabirds like the heart, they are only one in the sky, a free diving deep sea.
68, the passing of the years, talk about feelings, talk about some of the small stories of mutual help, talk about some of the wind in the remnants of the leaves, in the rain in the remnants of the lotus, talk about the autumn and spring winds of the idle degree, the years that came to step on the moon are given to loneliness, the time can be so old, from adolescents to wrinkled sideburns, to come and go, accompanied by the autumn and winter old.
69, in the bright details of the years to recall those days, the end of the world also lived in the heart, the tender season, in fact, I should be infatuated with should be laughing, these soft, comfort all the good, just the years have long been aging, poetic and more and more mediocre.
70, the birth of no edge can not get good, the earth and the sky. 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. But I don't know the dead leaves all over the place, but also autumn to autumn.
71, you are not a returnee, just passing through, inadvertently promised me a section of heaven and earth, and since then quietly stand in the depths of my heart.
72, years of peace and quiet, the river trailing grass is not damaged free of injury, the years like shuttle everyone has long changed appearance. Tasted the world of fireworks, see through the separation of life and death, nowadays I all go with the flow gradually forward. There are thousands of people into life, promised to the end of days, or in no way, or really do not like, and then they left in a hurry. It is only in a trance that it becomes clear that some of the roads are only walked by one person.
73, used to think that a love will be the end of days, like the wind and sand, the wind over, sand fly; wind over, sand fall. I used to think that a kind of love will be the sea, like the fish and the sea, fish leap, tide; fish fall, tide pick up. Old memories without traces, countless nights, bound themselves in a city of logical thinking, green lamps under the ink, let a heart worn out.
74, memory burns when I roam the soul into a body, fell on the side of the River of Forgetfulness, beautiful eyes cracks, looks cold, forget? Did you forget? These promises of service that will not change, how to go to the end of the earth. These sweetness of abiding together, such as playing into the life of the compulsion, if we meet again, life is not going to pass out that hissing pain? If I were to step into the cycle of the road, an unintentional look back, is it the love of the last thousand years, can stop my footsteps in the cycle of the footsteps?
75. The cloudy sky of the remaining sun, the lonely soul of a man, will not be able to hold on to him. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. 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 ones. In the end, who promised to the end of the world, and how many people abide by the oath. The beauty is far away, I wish to sigh, youthful brocade empty lack of regret. There is nothing to be done, nothing to be done, it is true that the edge of deep love is not full, strangers meet a happy.
76, the world's absolute love, who promised who the end of days, can only talk to themselves, ripples of a long history of wishing you well.
77, refreshing time, people think of that Zen poem, spring has hundreds of flowers in the fall there is the moon, summer has a cold wind winter snow, if there is no nosy hanging in the heart, is a good time on earth. The world's good thousands of things, not too much obsession with the quiet, creating a favorite heart, relative to the old days, I choose the years unharmed. The years gifted me, is a deep understanding.
78, many years later, will continue to think, think of what promised the end of days. I wish, at that time, I am not easy to feel the pain again, can still smile.
79, my dear, my whole life is not easy to forget, I can wait for you in the rim of the river, waiting for this you have left when promised rotten. I just hope that you will still remember. I just want you to understand that no matter how long you've been gone, there will be someone who will wait for your return until the end of time. I hope to live up to the promise I made to each other.
80, perhaps stubbornly waiting for the vow of the end of days, is just an unlikely into a really distant dream, the weak shoulder is not affordable for the confidant to promise a world of jinxes away from the fall, the lively Li Jing service commitment. The moment the sun sets, the interface always stays in which a touch of 3D rendering blood color.
81, the old age of a promise, waiting for three lifetimes of empty hate, dance break song sinking, beautiful people first change, thousands of years, love word painting, whisking the piano drunk, do not know who is for?
82, hate the pale smooth world so that we have a deep imprint, happiness to have hate, before the love of heaven and earth is now in a dream, hate that type of inexorable, hate that type of infatuation, hate has long been missed the results of love, love has become a thing of the past, only as that the beginning of the dancing butterflies and flowers flying, into a wisp of white hair quietly stopped in your heart, "the heartache of the sound, deep love without trace", "the heartache of the sound, deep love without traces". The deep love has no trace," hate has been empty, sadness in the sky, the years pass, no matter between love and hate can not be retained time in a hurry, instantly good old man, a moment of love and hate nothing.
83, the mountain alliance and the moon full of buildings, the old age but into the sad. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
84, nine machine, floating life as a dream thought into gray, Jiangzhu tears like the Yangtze River water. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you.
85, calligraphy and painting upside down in that world, slowly popping out of the body of that wound, empty mind to you to add an obsession. It's not that life waiting for the beacon fire in the exciting frontier; it's not that life waiting for the jinxed woman on the banks of the Qinhuai River. In the end is whose fairy tale, in the majestic nine states collapse; in the end is whose remnants of the flute, whimpering in the dead of night; in the end is whose ink pen, in the years fluttering in the sky.
86, a song of konghou, coiled around the Han Fu Yuanqu, a pipa, haunting poetry of the Tang and Song dynasties. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. The finger-dyed hustle and bustle, who can plant a city for me to fall in love with the city.
87, those days, we had thought of the end of days, do not give up, through the cleaning of time, everything in today's look are so childish and funny; before the non-who can't, nowadays has long been another knot of new love; before the companion forever, missing who daily life is still again, well organized.
88, I hope, we are mutual, do not forget the other side, do not have to let the eternal friendship in the memory of the beach washed up by the bitter taste of the sea. No matter how much frustration, no matter how shattered by the daily life destroyed, I only expect, I, with everyone of this friendship, can continue to the end of the earth.
89, holding your hand, regardless of the rain and snow fall, regardless of the cold wind, smile, until the end of time, the sea is rotten.
90, I'm willing to, head thousands of mountains, feet rich in poetry, all of the world's beautiful, are all gifts to you, will live up to the sentence of the gentleman well, is a sunny day; more not to live up to a glance is to the end of the world of miss; Jun a promise, keep thousands of years, the years are also accompanied.
91, the end of the world, a long time; Hai Gu Shi Ran, too long; eternal life is just a lie, only for this life and your heart hand in hand.
92, in the end who promised me a world of splendor, and in the end who is my tears cold words? In the end, who in the end with the charming mood of the beautiful nourish my heart, and in the end who want me to be so lonely? You feel the end of the world, why the change occurred in the dream cheer?
93, the creeper can be barren can be old, the world is also so. Fine thought of the world overturned, but seven billion light years scene. There is really the end of the world, there is really the end of the world. Decades later, each other but a wisp of soul, a pile of bones. No such as in a wisp of smoke before, will be this life to cherish to repair, string tone sandalwood smile, cold look warm and clear spring, waiting for the shore of peanut kernel.
94, calligraphy and painting upside down in the world, slowly popping out of the body of the scars, empty heart to give you a point on a shallow shelving, is not the world waiting for the excitement of the battlefield beacon smoke, is not the world waiting for the Qinhuai River in the Jinxie boundless, in the end, whose fairy tale in the male domination of the Ninth State collapsed in the end, in the end, who is the remnants of the flute in the deep night whimpering, in the end, who is the ink pen, in the years The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the problems that I've had.
95, a song of konghou, coiled Han Fu Yuanqu. A handful of spoonbills. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The whole thing is lost, who can promise to help me a song of the end of the world? The finger-dyed hustle and bustle, who can plant a city for me to fall in love with the city?
96, the cold wind eventually a few pieces of fallen leaves blowing down, cold into the heart strings, I wrapped the clothes, in the fading scenery spliced memories. There is no Mona in the road of life, all without the feelings of the end of the world. Fantasy 2 and the actual walk through, in again and again when thinking about the road of life, the scene of life and death, see the disappearance of life, that kind of fear, can not help but sob uncontrollably. I can't help but sob. Thinking about the future, I will also leave the scene.
97, can not withstand the night's rain and wind, love has been a thousand holes scattered all over the place, inspired by the injury in the sludge like splash. The dream woke up, I walked alone decisively like iron, we are in the tide of the tide in the people away from tea, a game dry a dream. These traces of intense love, after all, can not dance a life path of the earth and sky.
98, three thousand silk, such as this soft rain *** into the curtain, damp with thoughts of the mood, the strings accompanied by lonely wandering, the heart has this can not forget this life, the eaves of the drip drip of the sound of the rain, as if the dream of the murmur, just like the melodious, the heart of the heart incense shaking the heart of the heart of the heart, I seem to have heard the rain hitting the plantain, dripping with some of the old age of the sadness!
99, Jincheng away from the fall, the heart of the word is still missing, the silence of the scene of the empty shadow of the chaos, people go, the scenery is familiar. Who in the three stone waterfront play a song of the end of the world, who in the heat insulation broken bridge aluminum profile midway to play a life away from happiness. Marriage in this life, survival and death together, a finger of quicksand, cut off the dust, three lives before the Buddha, stubbornly in the next life, a stroke of a fall, looking forward to the cycle. Three lives of love and death, sand and pass, a lifetime of love, only for Iren and old age.
100, there is no end of the train tracks, widening to the other end of where will be? No direction of walking whether to come to the end of the world? Followed by your footprints, too tired, I can take the train back and forth to return? Or, to carry this love, once again drifting ......