A song broke the intestines and cleared the tears, and how many lovesick people were sent to you.
Thousands of tears, in vain, helpless life is bumpy, poor years are too hurried.
Poor spring breeze is incomprehensible, helpless autumn rain people are outside the world, and lovesick tears are flowing in dreams.
After another year, the dream is vaguely the most pitiful, before a song breaks the intestines and tears falls.
At the end of the world, the tears wet the green shirt is a sad month, shining on the flowers.
Tears flying, tens of thousands of families are broken, and there is no choice but to bury the yellow sand in the yellow sand.
In the third month, I had no choice but to see the heartbroken people in other places, and who did the tears flow for.
Helplessly, the flowers bloom in the spring too quickly, people are outside the world, and they hate the long night.
The broken intestine is in the water**, the tears are wet and the green shirt hates the night long, and the pity is infatuated for a month, and the lovesickness is helpless to send it far away.
In the next life, we will live up to our lives, and we will meet thousands of miles away, all of them are good, and whoever solves the infatuation is sincere.
The dream can't come true, the old alliance, the moon on the horizon, is still a light on the world.
Solve this center, when you are full of tears, where to go, only because there is a bosom friend in your dream.
How embarrassing is the wind and rain, I sleep alone, see you again, and live up to the fate of today.
In the next life, I wish to be a wasted god, there are many elegant guests in the world, and the love thread is tied to red dust.
Wind and rain always invade each other, Xu is not to be found in the next life, deep hatred is shallow, people in the world know the sinking.
The vicissitudes of life are difficult, tears begin to dry, if there is a reunion day, live up to the fate of today.
When the love is deep, it is not free, there are a few sorrows in the world, if there is a reunion day in the next life, it is destined to be full of moon tonight.
The past wishes, today we will meet again with the vicissitudes of life, and the sea is entangled.
Where to find poetry at the end of the world, and then continue, when the love is deep, I hate it late, and the world doesn't understand my sadness.
Who doesn't know sorrow, when will the ruthless years rest, if there is a reunion day in the next life, the front edge will be white.
In the spring and autumn period, the road of the world is rugged and resting, and the reunion is fateful for thousands of miles.
Don't ask about the next life in the highest building, the spring is good, and the tears flow freely when the love is strong.
At the end of the matter, a curtain of dreams is the most moon-lit moon, shining on the world.
If you have to reunite in the next life, you will have a chance to climb the stairs together.
Urging people to get old, if the world can reunite day by day, continue the front edge to the white head.
Continue the dream of mandarin ducks, meet again today on the edge of the strange road, the vicissitudes of the world are easy to get old, and the sea is at a loss.
I have a fate to live up to my life for thousands of miles, and who understands my infatuation when the love is deep.
Love Jiangnan is good, only I will reunite in the next life, and meet again.
The most is Zhuang Zhoudie, who in the world relieves my worries, where to go in the next life, only because I am swimming in a dream.
Stay on the stone for the coming year, continue the old relationship, hurt the past several times in the world, and the love threads are around the heart.
People are sleepless, dreams are not fulfilled, and there is Chanjuan in the world when the love is deep.
Who solves Zhuang Zhou's dream, heaven and earth I know the reunion day in the next life, and we will meet again thousands of miles away.
I don't understand the parting feelings, who knows this voice, but I hope to accompany you for thousands of miles in the next life.
I am crazy and chic to write Huazhang, Jiang Lang is always fragrant.
A long dream, suave and crazy, Wan Zichun is always there, not old.
I love to read the book, Han Moxiang, and he has been sparse and chic since ancient times.
Thousands of red and purple are fragrant, Cui Hulang, the crazy Jun Mo Xiao, who is busy with his life.
The madness was originally a free guest, and the chic was originally a comfortable person, and Mo Dao Jianglang Wanzi was in spring.
Spend time, old and stronger, often accompany me, drunk and drunk.
In the dream, he is vaguely a young man, calling for tears and two lines, and he is a romantic guest, so why talk about short and long.
Thousands of purple and red concubines snuggled, and they were crazy and had a glass of wine.
Once Chu was imprisoned, he went down to Yangzhou, Jiang Lang was not known, and he was always worried.
The romantic and chic good article, the pen is crazy and thousands of reds are all into the painting, and the poetry lives up to the young man.
Knowing Lang's intentions, ten thousand tenderness is like water, and I spend the spring and autumn in a chic manner.
Always fragrant, the spring breeze is not a sentimental guest since ancient times, proud of the bones.
It's a wine sausage, writing articles in a chic manner, and Jiang Lang is famous for leaving thousands of lines.
Since he is free, he is crazy and saffron, and he looks enchanting.
Lang is at the end of the world, and he may not be a true gentleman, but he is false.
Thousands of red and purple buckets are fragrant, I don't see the girl back then, I am self-sparse and crazy, who am I busy with all my life.
Crazy and lonely, never chic and less romantic, only to exhaust the hatred, ten thousand tenderness.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art