With the attachment to you in the previous life, I seek your smile in this life.
Deep and shallow, potholes, leaving my footprints along the way; Looking for the faint smile looming. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. The thoughts of you in my eyes turned into a drop of water in the sky, gathering all the grievances into a rain, gushing down.
I would like to turn into a stone bridge on the other side of the Nai River Bridge, let the wind blow for 500 years, with the rain for 500 years, I only hope that you can see the smile you have been looking for for a long time when you walk by. Prosperous Cangsang, look up at your watery eyes. The years are in a hurry, and they can't drive away the tenderness of chasing. Like the true feelings of water, the fingertips are lightly swept; A strong wind, full of dead leaves; Rolling up the dust and sand, swirling in the sky.
Yiren tears, Jun sad. Who is the candle flame and the tears and the sky? If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and if people are affectionate, they will break their bowelsThe scenery behind me is still bright when I look back. The missed years, the encounters that should not be encountered, henceforth are haunted and endless.
For the king, he was haggard, and he never regretted the gradual widening of his belt. Poor red eyes with tears, sighing and sad, thinking of you, how deep. Who is pitiful? The red makeup is full of sorrow. I look forward to it, I can't hope for you to return. Look at it, look at it, and don't see through the deep sea of love.
Sad, sad, lamenting the infatuation of the world. The elegance is still there, the red makeup is easy to age, and the rouge is drunk and flushed. How many lifetimes are reincarnated, in exchange for this life? In the past and present life, do you seem to have found that smile? Afterimage shattered dreams, a piece of tenderness. Laughing at the rivers and lakes, sighing at the world; I can't see through the love or affection of the world. Touching the soft moon and holding it in his heart, the cold water is difficult to touch.
Moths to the fire, seem to have repented? Butterfly love is tried to cross the sea. The afterglow of the flowers falls, and the breeze blows through the dawn and moon. If you haven't passed by, looked at me and smiled, what are you looking for? That light smile is like a moth to a fire.
Hongchen smiles, who is old? For whom are you stupid and waiting, you can see the world hard.
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