My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
I stood at the ends of the earth, listening to the germination of the soil, waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again, leaving the fragrance to the years.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
You once said that flowers shed tears and rouge, and later spring mud could not be separated from the world.
Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fault in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase fruitless resentment.
I hope the flowers in the garden will always be good, and I will grow old before drinking all my life.
The world of mortals is too thick, but your smile is clear and clear, shaking me off for many years.
I just want a glass of wine to warm the cold, so I still want to return it.
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, Acacia Hongdu, Acacia Junzhi.
There are ten million Qian Qian, and I love three. Day, month and clear. The day is morning, the month is late, and the Qing dynasty is morning and evening.
I have pursued your glory all my life.
Dance a dress, pour out the whole world, travel all over the world, just for one person.
Even if I miss you deeply, I will treat you with the same eyebrows as before.
It has nothing to do with white tea. I'm waiting for the wind to wait for you.
If you can't come back, Acacia will send mountains and seas!
Childe don't have to feel guilty, how to say thank you, at least give me an empty joy!
I can't be Zhu Shazhi in your heart, nor can I be Bai Yueguang in front of your bed. Flowers bloom in the south of the city. May you be there forever!
All the gloom is left to the past. Since I met you, winter has passed and the Milky Way is bright.
In this world, the green hills are burning with stars, and the autumn rain is slow, but it is not as good as the stars between the eyes of the sun!
Childe's eyes are very beautiful No wind and moon, no stars and me.
The world of mortals is too thick, but your smile is clear and clear, shaking me off for many years.
I am willing to be a good-looking person with a heart like rough jade, which can be carved.
God loves the world and helps all beings. I love you, but I can't help you.
There is Qian Qian's tender feelings in your eyes, such as the pulse of spring breeze and the melting of ice and snow.
The hardest thing in this world is to pick the stars with your bare hands, but you can't love them.
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
In spring in Qiu Lai, begonia blooms. Did you turn into wind and rain and come here through time and space?
Mountains and rivers are a journey, and three students are lucky.
For flowers and wine, plum blossoms become a worry, and Shili Pavilion is full of water.
Stay is an instant, turn is the horizon.
Laugh and the whole world will laugh with you; Cry, you will cry alone.
I need the craziest wind and the quietest sea.
I saw you in the crowd. Fate, I see you, in the crowd.
I will hold your hand, east, west, north and south.
At the age of seventeen, you bend down, and time is not as good as your brow.