Two, floating life thousands, I love three. The day, the month and the Secretary. The day for the morning, the month for the evening, the Secretary for the morning and evening.
Three, do not love the world's splendor, do not write the red dust disturbance, do not sigh the world's desolation, do not mess with the feelings of grief, watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, warm and cold, clean as the beginning.
Four, chaotic prosperity, only for you to pour all the world; pale water reed, only for you to return to the field to remove armor.
Fifth, finally for that a Jiangnan rain covered the world, Ronghua thank you, but a, mountains and rivers forever silent.
6, who corner of the eye of the vermillion tears of the mole to fulfill your prosperity of the world, you jingo iron horse Jiangshan gift with who a stone broken sky of empty joy.
Seven, no one accompanied me to spring and fall, no one accompanied me to poetry and wine, in the end, no one accompanied me **** white head.
Eight, both do not look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why vow. Today, all sorts of things, like water without trace. Tomorrow night and night, you have been strangers.
nine, the night rain disturbed Fanghua, struggling in the dust, a lifetime of sadness and happiness, who asked, green lamp a colorless, which the mountains and rivers are far and wide, the earth's smoke and fire, none of which is you, none of which is not you.
Ten, the time is quiet, with the gentleman language; fine water flow years, with the gentleman; prosperity fall, with the gentleman old.
Xi, surprised to find that the love is not dew, the original only because it has been into the bone, the love does not know what started, a deep and deep. The only thing I love about you is that you're the only one I've ever loved.
Twelve, my life longing to be collected, properly placed, carefully preserved. I am not surprised, not my suffering, not my displacement, not I have no branches to rely on. But that person, I know, I always know, he will never come.
Thirteen, listen to the string break, break that three thousand obsessions. Falling flower annihilation, annihilation of a wind ripples. Flowers if mercy, fall in whose fingertips.
Fourteenth, once you disturbed me a dream, once you gave me half a lifetime of misery, once you made me think of me into a wound, once you harmed me again no good prescription.
Fifteen, with my three thousand pen and ink, painted your world of the city; with my world of bleakness, for your lifetime of joy; with my three life fireworks, for your world of confusion. With my body broken bones, to protect you a world without injury.
Sixteen, pouring my life, promise you a city of undefeated flowers; as far as my life, to give you a dream of 10,000 years do not wake up.
Seventeen, phoenix tour on the Phoenix stage, negative about going, a night of bitter waiting, since then Jiangnan Jiangbei, 10,000 miles of mourning.
Eighteen, whose eyes read who's smiling like a flower, whose face messed up who's family world, who promised who river miles of mountains and rivers like a picture, who abandoned who strangers red dust a ten feet of the end of the world.
Nineteen, to my ten thousand robberies as the price, protect you three life rich and prosperous, guard you seven world smile like flowers.
Twentieth, the vast expanse of a sword all save broken, where the prosperity of the song fall. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
Twenty-one, the first heard do not know the meaning of the song, and then listen to the song is already a person. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I don't see the man in my dream.
22, look at the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, constant silence; green mountains and rivers, generations of continuous; like in my heart, you have never left, and never changed.
Twenty-three, three love sorrow, millennium cycle, stroke a song of parting, dance a song of sadness, a few sorrows, a few vicissitudes of life, a flash of fame, Zhu Yan died, drunken dance snow and no harm.
Twenty-four, red dust a drunk, wish to get a heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a couple of people who are not in the same boat. I'll only take a scoop of the weak water. The red face is easy to pass away, I do not leave the king will not give up. We can help each other and grow old with our own hands. The green smoke and rain, lonely shadow waiting for you to return.
Twenty-five, even if the love into the bone, even if the world will never come back, I only wish you beautiful as the beginning, the wind as the old.
Twenty-six, blood-stained painting of the mountains, how can you beat a little bit of sand between your eyebrows, overlaying the world also, always but a prosperous.
Twenty-seven, that mellow tone, bubbling out, as if flying butterflies, wings in the moonlit night of the Jindu, but also let me in the depths of your flowers, forget the sinking and floating, forget the way back.
Twenty-eight, but had seen each other will know each other, see each other as when not see. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away from you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get away from you.
Twenty-nine, a touch of red face, overturned how many spring and autumn. A little bit of sand, swaying a thousand kinds of flavor. A picture scroll, carrying a long history. A song, echoing in the past years.
Thirty, who, hold my hand, convergence of my half a lifetime of madness; who, kiss my eyes, cover my half a lifetime of displacement; who, touch my face, comfort my half a lifetime of grief; who, with my heart, melting my half a lifetime of frost; who, help my shoulder, drive me to a lifetime of silence