I am young, and I am young.

When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

I was young and frivolous, which ruined my love.

Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Ten thousand games of happy drunkenness, the idle people in the world go to heaven.

There are hundreds of charms and thousands of reds in the world, but you are my favorite.

At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

I don't want to be with you, I just want to be with you all the time.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

It's time for tea. The dust settles. How much do you know?

For you, I will stand by and watch the world, accompany you and roam the world.

It is better to bear the burden of the world than to carry the fate of this life.

Who should be robbed by whom, who has become who's obsession.

Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.

Old beauty bleak, rouge clear tears drunk lonely?

The world of mortals has been in love several times, and love and hate have been entangled for generations.

Flowers bloom in one season, strangers are fragrant, and sorrow and resentment in the other season hurt the pillow.

The world of mortals is purple, the yellow sky is blue, and the previous life was wrong.

Years, floating in the dusk. Looking back, thinking about the beauty in reality.

Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Over the years, joys and sorrows have changed rapidly.

Boundless time and space, boundless sea of people, meet you, don't forget.

Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

If we bid farewell to the past and the present, we will rest in Cangshan forever.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Once upon a time, the flowers bloomed before the moon fell. Today next year, the ends of the earth.

He has a picturesque scenery, but he is willing to cover it for her.

The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.

Negative you bald * * * always lonely to the shadow, why abandon you.

Qing Huan * * *, Zi Mo meets the world of mortals; Look at the sky, take a quick look, who knows.

Negative you bald * * * always lonely to the shadow, why abandon you.

A thousand years of fame, a lifetime of burial, a delicate country, and a ridiculous life without a monarch.

A few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous life, I can't help it.

A thousand years have passed like a dream, and the dust is boundless, but I still wake up and stay in the dream, and the past quickly disappears.

Three glasses of turbid white wine, a few words. When you go home, smile with her.

Laugh at my old dream deeply, smile for you, regardless of tears.

Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young.

Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

You are the bullet that I can't survive in this life, waiting for you on the other side for three years.

When I was a child, I rode Long song and got very drunk. I once remembered that Lantai warm wine accompanied the moon setting.

In the account of being a red scorpion, the son is affectionate; At first, I believed that my daughter's life was thin in Huangtuling.

Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.

That year, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die. Now, I am weak, and I laugh at my seas run dry and rocks crumble?

The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.

How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.

Looking at flowers and thinking hard about their sweetness, it seems that there is no connection in the world.

All kinds of stories, but feelings hurt; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.

I can't bear to part with you because I miss you so much.

Boundless time and space, boundless sea of people, meet you, don't forget.