dandelion. Too sympathetic-as clear as ever. Old friend? Willing to sin. Half a year has passed away, destroying people's hearts. It's not too late for Iraqis to go under the moon-has time been on the road for a long time? Heavy makeup man. Tired traveler. Thank you for giving me a gift. I'll greet you with a smile. It's a pity that there are countless glasses of peach blossoms. I'll accompany you. I won't measure myself. I'll sing with you. Leave people to sing. Warm you up. The pub lights in the north and the autumn sadness have not been extinguished. An empty journey is far away, and the wine is wide and the smile is wide. If the white clothes are bloody, the starry sky is fragrant. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, falling flowers and falling flowers, shaking my feelings, and the trees in the river are willing to shine on the lonely city every month. Tear makeup. Lonely elegy-beauty is hard to find, flowers bloom on the other side, memories flow all over the place, tears leave people drunk in the arms of kings-affectionate actors I will stay with you for a long time, and my life will be a beauty/companion dream; At the end of the song, people have to scatter flowers and sacrifice tears all over the city? Tears all my life? 〝 Looking back at the drunken city, things people don't do everything, don't laugh, look at the world of mortals and become old friends. Is it gratifying that people have left and memories are still blooming? There are beauties who never forget a gust of wind, a dream, a dream, sorrow and joy, geometry like whales singing under the fence at night? North of Beihai, the deep sea has not slept, and the still water has been singing for a first-class year. The rain lane is deeply flashy, and Li Xi' s old dream is only frowned, but the old friend sighs: the song ends ... The girl smiles, All the colors in the world are leaden, and the scenery is cool and empty. Looking back, I sigh and sigh, and I am indifferent to the three thousand roads. Seeing through the worldly disputes, it is futile for people to bloom. On the fangs of the moon, the Iraqis are haggard, and there is no place to play acacia tears. Holding a splash of ink to dye Qingcheng Iraqis, looking back and crying, singing songs and painting eyes and singing Changqing <; Chewing pear leaves fragrance between teeth > Is it sorrow to sing Qingge lightly? A deep fish in a painting will lead a drunken life. When you pour a cup into a tree, you will see immediately. In the misty and rainy building, Iraqis are drunk and tired. In the old days, the Sansheng pool was covered with water, which was cold and a song. Swimming to the other side of the river, the day will be a great task for me, and people will wear long hair and red clothes, and so on. You will return to the plain and white clothes, and you will not laugh at the plain and white clothes, and the red hands will bloom and tea, and you will still sue Acacia, Lin Konglu, for drinking the dream of the stream for several days. When you are in my heart, I will feel at ease. How can I sigh and thank you for your Pinellia? Except when you look at me, I'm looking at your so-called Iraqi people. On the water side, I don't laugh, peach blossoms are drunk, and a song is full of surprises. @ The whole city is like a dream, but it doesn't necessarily fade, and the rain is clear, and the flowers are long gone. ╭ The tears are drunk, and the world is stained with dust and jade.