A piece of absence, can-xue tears rouge broken bridge of people did not return

Boys on both sides of the flourishing, lawsuit

Jean flute chorus feelings mutually yue.

A piece of parting rouge tears,

The people did not return can-xue.

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Element of fine hand, pulled the strings, sound push the next writes a whisper of tear, shallow singing in the world of mortals loneliness. I lay in your past life, you are a drop of tears, your heart the bitter, and then my sleep silently leave and I travel noise and calm, fold, looking back to miles flowing haze, see black, just quiet day in this life in order to be able to of incarnations, in sichuan river, can forget prince with a song for song light, looking for those dreams of deep feeling of your eyes. Like in the end of the evening, looked at by sunset dyed blood-red rosy clouds were, the setting sun SuiSuiDe sprinkled on the face, the memory of a deep tears, the time in the fingers glide, continue to hurt parting I left.

In one thousand, the ebb and flow of the sun rises a month to sink. One thousand years vicissitudes of life, time is fragile, fireworks easy cold. The green LiuSi swaying in the wind in succession, leave a beautiful dark mark, old jiangnan always buried the human life most the most lonely lonely past, beautiful water telling the most beautiful love, luxuriant tune the catalytic distillation, my sadness into a few drops fall gently on the surface of the lake in rain, confided in desperate for the lonely. Several incarnations, she still sitting alone in, through the night with lonely, QingDeng with appearance, but smile disappeared in endless sleepless night.

Beside qinhuai river bank and four boys, painting, are busy drifting boat everywhere a mill, with the historic dust mighty river swept away, never take away the residual memory I stood silently waiting for you to come back on, a day without you, my residual flute long-forgotten in the attic in the corner, like a lone north wind, unable to find the road. Dongfeng thin, injury, who stay with me at qing songs? Who can be drunk among the flowers, a romantic each New Year, the feeling lean on exist.

Step back on people already is static, the company have youth cloud. Ancient city, the tiny inebriate person jackals cry for writes as the fallen petal. Flower offering ShanShan ending, petals swirl, beautiful butterfly fly Pian between drunk, the central sea still in the wind shake, your face why in my dream the most beautiful posture swaying, your smile why drunk in my heart, who will long refused to leave for I erased that a drop of glittering and translucent amber eyes. The fire is like of the other side, who will put out gentle hands, and took off with a moonlight, and caresses me a face of lonely.

Rain road, QingShang tears, YueYing railing, midnight wrong, the world of mortals, empty dreams into YuHen, accompanied by the sunset ­; I walk alone hill, fan become my heart forever of pain. Smoke from the company I walk through the moonlight, company discovers when I walked past a flourishing city blatant, who can hold my hand, I walk with the rest of sad? For you write not over of the letter will always be my heart in of pain, little thoughts into before the dawn mist in the night, so saturated with the most deserted time. The fall of the moonlight gap in my hair drops hovering between down brow, flow into my eye pupil condenses into a crystal tear, slowly flowing into after heart melt into the inside of the heart cannot heal wounds.

Among the flowers, rain, rouge fans there and the fragrance, the tears more than boys, for this lifetime as tears, xiao window, MiMi furnace smoke the wine shows, dust, and borrow your hand cut a wisp, lotus pond, let the king Huan moonlight, and watch the sunset hand to see the wind, the clouds poured, listen to curl up blossom, listen to the fishing boat had sing late. Out of poetic flavour is always and realistic antipathetic, sticky fingers flowers but is at that time of confusion, dim moonlight but is a cold, current affairs have moved, feel, XiJinQianHua flawless, but years waiting for did not return.

Xi yan qixia, rainbow snowflakes, destroys dreams into a dead leaves, can-xue the people did not return, but came home, but DuanXian meaning there was no answer.