Read you into a grave, think you into a cocoon

Ten years of life and death are boundless, not thinking about it, and I will never forget it. There is nowhere to talk about the lonely grave. Wading for yituchuan, searching for the city to find the pool, however; Fallen leaves are full of mountains and empty, where to find the whereabouts, ten years of desolation, forget to break the Autumn Water. When will this water take off? When will this hate be? On the red road of qianmo, my smile was dried, and sadness covered my eyes. Zeng Gujian’s sunset, the graceful me, has been confused and melancholy, just at the distance of the flower you turned around, pale me three thousand green silk. Lonely and withered have made me extremely beautiful. Flowers fall behind me into a grave. The fragrance and dust have been broken, leaving a faint fragrance. Filled the sky, scattered the lovesickness all over the ground, broken heart pieces. How do you know that you met in a hurry in the world of mortals? You once wiped Red blindly, drunk my dream of life, but lonely all my love in this life. Deep in the night, tired and tired, sad night, I dare not fall asleep. I am afraid that you will be curtain when you dream. After waking up, everything will be empty again. That crescent moon; That falling flower; That cool wind is always there. It’s just tears on the placket, wet a few layers. I dare not turn around, refuse to meet with missing, hold my knees with both hands, look at the moon through the window, and measure the distance of missing. Sad eyes counting the flowers falling on the ground from season to season. Intoxicated with you in the smoky rain and the red dust, darkstory of the writing of the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world. A Tang Poem; A que song poem; A song of Xiao Yin rippled the attachment of the past life and this life, and the Autumn Water was the same for a long time. The past is empty, and it turns into endless pain in my heart. In my dream, I am dreaming and laughing, and my heart is still wandering alone. There is a kind of pain calling things are not human beings. Memories go into the vicissitudes of life and turn into little words. They are lonely and red dust, and wet the corners of the eyes of many lovers. The bleak winter is not only worth Senz bitter cold, what disturbed the dream? Let you dance the end of the world, remember the past, follow the fragments, flow cocoon cold thrush, let me write all the bustling falling water. A scene, a person tears, after you leave. Without you, you can enjoy loneliness alone. The wind blows tears. Tears follow the wind, looking for your tenderness, but annihilating in the red dust. Trying to be drunk with you in a dream, but your warmth has long been separated, and your dream has also changed the desolate Cang scene, broken into the peace of the night, leaving people to worry, leaving people to break away, breaking up thoughts, deep thinking, melancholy and sad, empty and sad, where is the prosperity and prosperity? There are all kinds of charming superred in the world, but you are the Bell of my love. How many degrees of reincarnation, how many degrees of fate, I don’t know where you stay in the mountains and rivers? Looking at each other, I can’t hear each other. It is a sad year for the fallen flowers. The red dust has a lot of hardships. I have died in this life, and the flowers have withered and withered. How many red faces are lost, how many lovesickness are lost, only those with blood-stained ink cried and scattered the grave. It is said that flowers bloom for those who cherish flowers, however; Those who cherish flowers are searching hard, but flowers are falling to the end of the world, which is who’s fault. The cycle of four seasons is red cherry and green banana. Looking back, the fragments of each article fall into a lovesickness. Finally, I didn’t find the smoky rain in that river. Now step by step, there is no way back, and the frost is full of face. Look at the Sun and Moon in the world, Hengjing is speechless, Qingshan is long river. Generations stretch, just like you have never left or changed in your heart. Maybe it is the marriage of previous life, maybe it is the fate of previous life. It is wrong to meet each other in this life and add a fruitless grudge. I just responded to your doom. It is destined that I will exchange your fireworks for a moment with the confusion of the third generation. The short Pavilion was short and the red dust ran over. I sighed Xiao again. If the flowers were pitiful, they fell between whose fingers. I raised my glass and drank the snow alone. Even if the wind faded, I still waited on the other side, just like you didn’t regret looking back at the beginning.

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