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The past is like smoke under the moon, and who asks the cuckoo at the end of the world.
Wake up late, when you reminisce about the past, where to send the cape lovesickness, who knows if the end of the world is broken.
Where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, the cape meets in front of the flower with the same lamp, and the red dust is thousands of miles together.
The affection is deep, there are bosom friends at the end of the world, and the red dust under the moon before the flower is a heart.
Petite sister, Hongchen has love, where there is no grass, and dreams return.
Looking for the fairy trail, reminiscing about the old appearance before the flower, and the cape is lovesick and broken.
Strangers, wandering on the cape and thinking about their hometown, waking up with tears.
If the end of the world is next to each other, the flowers are drunk together, and the red dust is sent.
Before the moon flowers, you are at ease, where is the red dust not ecstatic, it is difficult to see each other at the end of the world, and the cape is empty and dreams are left.
The dream of red dust has been credited, who makes pipa under the moon, the cape is lovesick, but the end of the world is lonely.
Not lovesick, at this time, who is drunk, a few people know in the dream of Hongchen.
Looking for new poems, how many times is crazy, who is drunk, and the red dust is lonely.
Acacia under the moon is endless, dreams are traced, you are not seen, and you are looking for a soulmate at a dazzled cape.
Chanjuan thinks of her hometown for thousands of miles, tonight is a reunion night, and her dreams are full of tears.
Chang'e dances with light sleeves, Chanjuan accompanies her until dawn, where to return to a dream, only tonight alone.
Tonight is another spring, see the old man, where do you want Chanjuan to go, Chang'e refers to Osmanthus Village.
In a vague dream, there will be a group of immortals, I like to see the full moon tonight, and I want to ask Chanjuan where to go, Chang'e pointed to the cold side.
Gong Chanjuan, Chang'e is a reunion night in the month, and she is brought to her hometown.
Chang'e dances under the moon, holding together, I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, where is the desolation tonight.
Tonight, the moon is round, Qinghui makes my dream come true, Chanjuan looks at each other for thousands of miles, and Chang'e is also moving.
Fantasy is also true, tonight is another spring, lovesickness is bitter, and Chang'e is full of tears.
Chanjuan thousands of miles of Chang'e tear wipes, there is no good moon, and the dream of heaven on earth comes true.
There is no good month, you should know that if you solve the lovesickness in your dreams, you will be full of tears.
In the dream, I vaguely remember the youth, tonight is the full moon again, Chanjuan is incomprehensible and lovesick, and she is still accompanied by Chang'e dancing in the cold.
Gong Chanjuan, lonely Chang'e has no good scenery tonight, and her lovesickness will be red in her dreams.
Chang'e descends to the earth, Chanjuan shines through the ages, the same dream in the world and the sky, and she is lonely tonight.
Mo Dao always lingers in his dreams tonight, and Chanjuan dances for nine days.
Thinking of dreams, tonight the moon is not dissociated, dancing for nine days.
Chanjuan has a full moon, Chang'e Jade Rabbit is dancing, and it is the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and the dream is haunted by the homeland.
Chang'e will go down for nine days, will Chanjuan, where will a dream return for a thousand years, only tonight the moon is fuller.
According to my return, when will I return, Chanjuan is puzzled and Chang'e tears are down.
After meeting and getting drunk a few times, if there is wine tonight, if you are relieved, you should accompany Chang'e into Cuiwei.
Chanjuan raised a glass together, the jade rabbit was happy to accompany her, and tonight was looking forward to returning early.
If you want to ask Chang'e for thousands of miles, the moon and the moon are in the sky tonight.
The moon is full, vaguely in front of her, Chanjuan is with this night, down to the mortal world.
Blowing dreams to the south of the Yangtze River, where is the circle, thousands of miles of Chanjuan dance with me.
We met again in my dream last night, looking at the sky, I knew that I was a guest, and I couldn't look back and remember my original intention.
The night is hazy and sleepy, and I still laugh at the spring breeze in my dreams, and I know that there is nothing to remember the past.
Wake up to thousands of homes, remember Fanghua, the events of the year, and look at the falling flowers in a hazy way.
The spring breeze recalls the peach blossom crossing, the night rain frequently wakes up the world bell, the people in Mo Dao's dream are old, and the moon on the Yanbo River is hazy.
Last night, I was drunk in my dream and looked at the end of the world, and the morning wind woke up the flower of the year.
Reflecting the window screen, thinking of the hometown, recalling the wind and rain of the year, when I woke up, it was already full of sunset.
The spring breeze wakes up the peach blossom tree, and I still remember that the person in the dream was not there, and I asked who knew with hazy teary eyes.
Reminiscing about the years, after waking up, I know that the sun has slanted, and I often get drunk in my dreams to see the flying flowers.
As a guest, drunk and hazy, Fang Jue's heart is broken, that song.
According to the windowsill, the fairy came in a dream, and suddenly remembered that he still saw the peony bloom back then.
When people wake up and get drunk, why do they still remember the events of the year in the night rain and look at the distant mountains.
Remembering waking up the little peach in the south of the Yangtze River, I still remember the events of the year, looking at the blue sky.
The peach blossom tree is still in the dream, drunk and hazy apricot rainy day, and after waking up, I know that I am a guest, and I remember the Chinese New Year alone by the railing.
Looking at the night sky hazy, I still laughed at the spring breeze in my dream, recalled the events of the year, and woke up speechless to the moon.