Last night's flowers fell and drifted away, but now where do people return? I don't know where the flowers went, and I don't know where they went. I think, the flower posture swaying delicate hundred charming, trace face tears fall do not know. A hush sigh: life geometry? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The year under the shade of the drunken flower, red face, diamond flower tears Zhu Sha.
I laughed at the flowers, flowers drunk too red, why laugh at the spring breeze? The flower laughed at me, I was drunk on dust and dreams, what do you mean to laugh at the flower red?
The moon is accompanied by a star, the star is accompanied by the moon, the star is shining, the moon is obsessed. Butterflies love flowers, butterflies dance, flowers are sweet.
The flowers are silent, for whom they fall? I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time.
When will you go back to be an idler, to a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds.
Blooming flowers are born on two sides, life between Buddha and the devil.
If I were to turn gray, would you still be able to hold my hands and be gentle with me?
If life is only like the first time you see it, what is the matter with the sad fan in the autumn wind.