In that life, looking back and smiling, dancing was ashamed.
In that life, the half-concealed pipa was a song, and the affectionate promise was a thousand years.
In that life, he devoted his whole life to one person, and he never regretted three lives.
In this life, I came by trekking through mountains and rivers, just to rub shoulders with you. In this life, before praying sincerely to the Buddha, I only want to see you. has always been in love, but the fate is shallow. The tenderness promised in that life, the poignant oath of the full moon, finally the flowers of that life bloom, and the flowers of this life fall.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Zeng said that lovesickness is not sorrowful, why don't the ends of the world stay together? A trace of entanglement, who poured out the thoughts of the end of the world, those prosperous sorrows eventually became a thing of the past. After a thousand sails, how can you look back at where you have been?
Xiaofeng dreams of Yi people, just like before. The flowers and rain fall to recall the past, and the condensation is yesterday. Affection is nowhere to think about it, but it is love and hate. Finally the lingering began, and the stranger left.
There are too few in the world, too many are forgotten in the rivers and lakes, and they forget while walking along the way, and they frequently review along the way, unwilling, reluctant, and unbearable...!
Whose face makes who miss it for the rest of his life, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. As soon as I was separated, I couldn't leave that stroke, and finally left my thoughts in that watery year.
Since then, that face has been forgotten at the end of the world. Origin, mutual foam. Fate is extinguished, and the rivers and lakes are forgotten.
One season of flowers blooms, one season withers, all the way to the line, all the way back.
I spent the whole reincarnation but couldn't get out of the long attachment, I used three lives to miss you, drank the bowl of Meng Po soup alone, buried myself by the Nai He Bridge, fell asleep, and waited for the next life reincarnation to wake me up gently.
So? In this life, can you allow me to settle down, and return my heart like the moon, gentle as jade, clear eyes, white clothes are better than snow, and the smile is clear, just like the beauty and amazement when I first saw it.
A person, a city, a lifetime of heartache, walking through thousands of mountains and rivers in searching, in this life reincarnation, you are still my consistent waiting, and I am not your ultimate reliance, a hundred turns, a hundred turns, a hundred turns, who will remember those flowers blooming, hastily withered buds, missed is not a return, just a passerby, for you to weave a soulful dream, floating like a dream, how to tell the quiet thoughts, finally the dream is broken into nothing, since then, for a person to guard a city.
The red dust is long, who is buried in deep affection? A roll of danqing, whose love has it disturbed? Acacia song, who complains about the amorous eyes?
I can't see through the desolation of the end of the song; Write about the ups and downs of the origin and extinction of the cause; I can't see the nothingness of the lens flowers. Who has poured out my city, whose heart have I had?
Since then, that touch of face has been forgotten at the end of the world, burning incense in the previous life, but you missed the emotional lingering of a lifetime, such as the covenant oath is a beautiful dream around Huangliang.
A relationship, dried with the years, a curtain of hearts, withered with the falling flowers, who will solve the flower language? Who is the Falling Flower Endowment?
Recalling the past, a turn, a look back, you and I will be stained with red dust, now, there is no parting, you and I will have a lifetime of love, touched by the firmament, how many memories of the years have become ashes; How many thoughts have turned into smoke; How many green silks turned gray.
A song of parting, a song of mourning, a sorrow and a hate, you bowed your head to write the sadness of my life, finally, there are thousands of knots in my heart, and the knot is love.
Who is a song of lovesickness for? Who will stay for a lifetime? From sunrise to twilight, from blooming to falling red. I've been waiting in the dim light, and you have to remember that the red sandalwood has not been extinguished, and I have not gone.
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