It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. May you bear more pain as a symbol of our love. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... if it succeeds, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. Know what I mean, pity you, you must ask for it! Take the first flower to look back, half-edge monk and half-edge gentleman! Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.

One? Exposed to the fragrance, sex is ruined. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. A stick of incense and a stick of incense are heartbroken in vain. It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth. Two branches of a tree ... once tasted the vast sea and felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!