The drunk, flowers wake up; Heart awake, the flower falls......
A pear sunset snow, may disc a poem, who the next year by rail?
Spring for the days of wine poured sad, lonely ShiHun sorrow like
month. A disc in glass came out, pinglan stand, toast to invite month,
booze vicissitudes of life. Heart, with no JuGuan wind of the moon,
stumbled through cloudy and rainy tang poetry, from one mood to
another tracing the overflow mood.
Without the nor weft thoughts, leading the LengQiao ShiHun, like a
snail creeping in the clouds of night work. In this peaceful part of a
solemn and stirring night, I would rather flows into a vein clearly
shallow the Milky Way, RongRong in your heart into the sea. Then, put
this romantic passion some topics to dawn chew... again and again
Or thick or light the night breeze, flipping the damp story, make
a dignified autumn once again into the empty heart: the heart winged,
dream add foot, its agglomeration mountain, stepping over song song
HuanHuan road, has been to you dream of Eden. Laughter appears
colorful thoughts you how flows into the water; See you 清癯 figure how
to silence into mountain...
Love is painful comments; Pain is the extension of love. In order
to illustrious career in sea classics that unfulfilled love, I
driving the
heart of LanZhou salvage the exhaustion of the remaining alone and
vicissitudes. Meteor in silence, LengYue swing wave heart. Tell me,
tell me, tonight, where should I look for red guppy shadow?
Red crisp elbow doesn't fate of the sky; HuangTeng drunk down
easy is the difficult solution heart knot. Affectionate time a day to
days old, those of the Cambrian romance and sentimental, as gone with
red mottled a blurred into scenery, extends to the dream deep
soul......
A drop of tears, a gold the seeds of the moon;
One inch love and Pou lovesickness ash. But, love will have a watch!
Five hundred years ago-do not know who you are, don't know where my
five hundred years ago. Perhaps, it is the past does not have an
agreement, only destined to this life we across the autumn
ShuiChangTian, across the haze of school... looking at
Another w. bell rain, wet from the years of a dream. After the rain, the green and yellow; The yellow, fell......
Dazzle dazzled and confused, and honor the RongKu withered, drunk
drunk wake up,-sometimes really want to go to sleep, covered with
holy moonlight, resting on the ground residual red, enron to fall in
the moon lips......
