With affection, this life is red, looking through the autumn water, Yiren smiles, last night's bright moon, morning awakening silk rain, alone in the sky, red clothes standing, the spring night is slightly cool, drizzle drops, the sky is hazy, the season is reincarnated, thin and cool, standing quietly on a small bridge, looking back out of thin air, alone with the Yiren, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spring water fluctuates, look down at the water, look up at the stars, there is love in the passing year, the mountains and rivers are waiting for you to accompany you, the Yiren laughs in March, the wind and rain are sleepless, the clouds are waiting for the bridge, the azalea red concubine is intentional, the small bridge and the flowing water Jun has a heart, I only wish you know my feelings, this life is drunk before the king, and you will never regret the end of the world, a few people will return to the time, see you again in your dreams, and wait for you to fly, full of red rape yellow flowers, look at the wind and see the spring and then warm, with a piece of acacia clouds, the bright moon and the breeze to send you, a longing rain, the sun and the moon to send you, a piece of true love for you, the deepest attachment to you, love has a scenery and an end, the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other, the landscape is waiting for you to accompany, Yiren smiles, the wind and rain are sleepless, and there are times and moments in the water. Standing in red clothes, the small bridge flows, the umbrella is red and moving, embracing the Yiren alone, the slight coolness of the fingertips and the warmth in the heart, I was a lotus in my previous life, Yingying is a water, the pulse is silent, waiting for you to cross. If there is an afterlife, then I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, but I beg you to pass through this bridge. and I continue the unfinished edge of this life. Silently recalling the vow of obsessive reincarnation. Accompany you to watch the wind, rain with you, walk through the mountains and rivers together, welcome the scorching sun, look at the snow, the reincarnation of the seasons, the love of the passing year, the sunshine is light, and the azaleas are red. At the end of the red is the edge of the dust. Looking back at the prosperous past, how much lovesick rain has been drifted away from the flowers in the dream, and how many winds and snowy nights have been engraved in the red dust of Qianmo. A petal fragrant the years, a wisp of fragrance brightens the past. My encounter with you is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
Drunk face under the moon, smell the fragrance of this flower. How many times have I dreamed of the West Building. I add fragrance to your red sleeves, and you splash ink for me. The candle scissors in the west window, the mirror flower yellow, the piano and the song, the flower is full of moon, and the tenderness sends poems. Your shallow smile is better than the charm of the world. Your affection is lingering, reminding the flowers to bloom and the birds to sing.
The years have passed, and I suddenly look back. You are the scenery I have found for a lifetime. Pink peach blossoms, only for you to bloom. Dance is all red, just for the king's heart. Miss Hongchen, just because of you. In this life, he is drunk before the king, and he will never regret the end of the world. The red dust ferry, a few degrees of time. The past, the books are endless. A song of mountains and rivers meets bosom friends, how many hearts are warmed, and a piece of Liang Zhu is poignant and true. The first life of the dust was met, which warmed the red dust years and wrote the love of three lives. Mo on the flowers, I am waiting for you to come, waiting for you to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to go to my previous life, this life, business, and your next life to renew the love, the past is like a dream, the dream is fragrant, looking back, deep in the clouds, the veins are affectionate. A light smile. Like the buds of a March branch, blooming in my heart. The gentleness with which you bowed your head took away my land. I don't know what to do and I am in love. Love doesn't ask the reason and falls in love at first sight, Mo Shang only met at this glance, and it took a thousand years. This heart is not, this love is true, meet in this life, continue in the next life, if you are safe, the heart will be warm. If you are well, I have no regrets. Whose smile warms someone's heart?Whose thoughts moisten whose eyes?Butterflies fly over thousands of mountains and rivers to find and seek, and I look through the autumn water to wait for you. Put a peach blossom into the hairpin, wait for you for a thousand years of tenderness, twist a touch of lovesickness into the bones, and wait for you to be haunted by dreams. The mountain flowers are red, the concubine is intentional, the small bridge is flowing water, you have a heart, the warm spring in March, the swallow in the future, the Yiren are like a dream, dare to turn into the wind, see you again in the dream, I wish to turn the bird waiting for you, put an end to the red rape yellow, look at the wind and see the spring and then warm, in the spring sunrise, chant and sing tactfully for you. I would like to be a flower waiting for you in the branches of midsummer. Thousands of charming blooms only for you. I would like to turn into a maple leaf and wait for you when the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and drink the acacia for you. I would like to turn into snowflakes, waiting for you to dissolve instantly, beyond the red dust, between the mountains and rivers. If you don't come, I won't grow old.
At the end of the world is the end of the world. I'm waiting for you to turn the end of the world into a close walk to embrace me and warm me up. I'm waiting for you to accompany me to watch the sunrise rise and sunset, and watch the fireworks bloom and the full moon. I'm waiting for you to hold my hand and sing a song with me, don't forget it, play a song and rely on each other. I will wait for you to turn three lives into one, and use love to guard the sea into a mulberry field.
The red dust is very long, why am I too long. The love is as deep as the sea, how can I miss a thousand tears than me. With my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply. I only hope that you know my mind, Mo on the flowers to tread the water, if the sympathy is not separated, a touch of tenderness is eternal, live up to my lovesickness.
In the depths of the red dust, you looked back and smiled, and finally let me drink the poison of love for you. Mess up my floating, willing to sink in the corner of your eye. Reborn in your happiness, chanting an ancient poem, I look for you in the poem. On the side of the ancient road outside the Great Wall, is there still the heroic posture of you beating horses? Write a song song, and I'll look for you in the words. On the bright moonlit night of the rainy building in the south of the Yangtze River, is there still your leisurely flute sound, the wind is coming again, love is continuing, and affection is more bitter than ruthlessness.
A flower language, a line of poetry. I can't say enough, I have a little affection for you. A gaze, a touch of longing. I can't write enough about my tenderness and sweetness for you. Your warm smile allows me a spring blossom. In this life, you are in my dreams, and the flowers bloom in my dreams. You are in my eyes, and the dark fragrance is overflowing. You have brightened my life in my life.
If you have a smile and a concubine, the small bridge and flowing water are longer, and there is a lover in the world, when will this love last. If so, let me be the cinnabar mole on your chest, and be with you warmly. Accompany the end of the world. If so, let me be your most charming butterfly clothes, and dance to the moon for you. If you can, please accompany me to love in the depths of the red dust, a lifetime of wind and frost, and do not complain of death.
In this life, I would like to be plain and cheerful for you, and stay together at the end of the world. In this life, I would like to be with you forever, butterflies dancing with flowers, and bright years. With a cloud of lovesickness, the moon and the breeze will send you, and the rain of longing will send you to the sun and the moon. The true love for you, the deepest attachment to you, love has a beautiful scenery and an end, and the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other.