Like a cold night, like a no emotional music
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Like a cold night, like a no emotional music
The flower falls silent, and film. Three thousand trouble wire, into the world of life. You say: "Hey, long time no see!"
The dim moonlight, autumn candle magic. Three thousand lonely, into the world of life. You say: "Hey, how's it?"
The moon lights, tired of separation. Three thousand miss love, into the world of life. You say, "Hey, take care!"
Love at first sight, goodbye stranger. The red people complain, always miss, surging feelings. When said a sentence do not read, the taste, who can understand? A word from the familiar stranger said, no affection, Mancheng depression, cold Changting short bridge.
That house, half day sad. Anyone who's the end of all, tears of love, lingering sound, cut constantly read the remotest corners of the globe. At the end of the song, music, deep shallow horseshoe, the spread of the sky, snow white, with a plum tree .
Since the unprovoked fifty string, a youthfull year
The first inch of smoke, disrupted Campanula style, repeated several times the spring and autumn feel lost, fall? The attic dust and all be reduced to fragments, fear. A heavy rain, durian, half tree branches, xijinqianhua. When you arrive, the scene is.
Pour the wine a cup, a dry and clean. Patted the dust, river willow, mess lake, the ripples spread. You smiled, said: "the rain blurred, qingguoqingcheng."
Like a cold night, like a no emotional music, tears away from the people, hasty end of spring flowers. Just a few, but for your heart. How to change the moon, Yiqijuechen, to be fatigued with the journey! I am waiting for the flowers, a gentle promise: "I will come back, waiting for me." The subversion of Qiankun commitment, dragged on, buried in the heart, never ran aground .
Zhuang Sheng Xiao Meng butterfly, Wang cuckoo
Why forget the ups and downs, why lose the noise? I do not know where Nanke dream, wake up at heart. Back again, looking for Baidu, the enemy in the desolate, lights.
Cold night, river fishing, night out. Just like the fireworks easy cold, rain broken jiangnan. Another sleepless night, could not sleep, but wake up tired of tears. No, the moon rose, cool charm disturbed mind.
The oath of hesitation. I do not know my heart is still, consistent. You pay no heed to the A snowstorm is raging., eyebrow, I can just feel good heart be crystal clear, well. Then silence, utter not a single word. Attic night, no stars, dark, can not see your smile, in fact, I know you do not laugh 寰宇家庭.
Finally, but a few words: "don't wait for me. To find your heart." So leave, don't leave a trace of love. I said to give you, you have no words. A snowy night zither, send, copy the moment wasted time. Hope that the coming year of the cuckoo, may notify my mind.
The dim moonlight, autumn candle magic. Three thousand lonely, into the world of life. You say: "Hey, how's it?"
The moon lights, tired of separation. Three thousand miss love, into the world of life. You say, "Hey, take care!"
Love at first sight, goodbye stranger. The red people complain, always miss, surging feelings. When said a sentence do not read, the taste, who can understand? A word from the familiar stranger said, no affection, Mancheng depression, cold Changting short bridge.
That house, half day sad. Anyone who's the end of all, tears of love, lingering sound, cut constantly read the remotest corners of the globe. At the end of the song, music, deep shallow horseshoe, the spread of the sky, snow white, with a plum tree .
Since the unprovoked fifty string, a youthfull year
The first inch of smoke, disrupted Campanula style, repeated several times the spring and autumn feel lost, fall? The attic dust and all be reduced to fragments, fear. A heavy rain, durian, half tree branches, xijinqianhua. When you arrive, the scene is.
Pour the wine a cup, a dry and clean. Patted the dust, river willow, mess lake, the ripples spread. You smiled, said: "the rain blurred, qingguoqingcheng."
Like a cold night, like a no emotional music, tears away from the people, hasty end of spring flowers. Just a few, but for your heart. How to change the moon, Yiqijuechen, to be fatigued with the journey! I am waiting for the flowers, a gentle promise: "I will come back, waiting for me." The subversion of Qiankun commitment, dragged on, buried in the heart, never ran aground .
Zhuang Sheng Xiao Meng butterfly, Wang cuckoo
Why forget the ups and downs, why lose the noise? I do not know where Nanke dream, wake up at heart. Back again, looking for Baidu, the enemy in the desolate, lights.
Cold night, river fishing, night out. Just like the fireworks easy cold, rain broken jiangnan. Another sleepless night, could not sleep, but wake up tired of tears. No, the moon rose, cool charm disturbed mind.
The oath of hesitation. I do not know my heart is still, consistent. You pay no heed to the A snowstorm is raging., eyebrow, I can just feel good heart be crystal clear, well. Then silence, utter not a single word. Attic night, no stars, dark, can not see your smile, in fact, I know you do not laugh 寰宇家庭.
Finally, but a few words: "don't wait for me. To find your heart." So leave, don't leave a trace of love. I said to give you, you have no words. A snowy night zither, send, copy the moment wasted time. Hope that the coming year of the cuckoo, may notify my mind.
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