Fate, cycle of the red dream; San edge, sing all white Fu from the war. Little lotus dream, hand picking amidst the mang; forgotten Xiyan, full Binqing cream Twilight snow cold. - signature

Are not born disconsolate passengers, Qing Shuang Mu snow geometry? Make all busy there is no smile, sigh, red dust and non?

Since you tan fog closed the city, misty rain blurred, falling with the water away, autumn leaves fluttering. Easy to keep clean, heart to leave, looking back is personnel fly, the flower falls. Since then, the sun and the moon shadow hand in hand, together, drink a thousand years from the war, the world still sigh. Dust the road is boundless, the White Dew cream, lights not see your face, staring at the sky eyes eventually becomes feeble. Count your time, green Shenghui, flowers blooming like a piece of brocade, the broken bridge 10000 green, emerald numerous red, clear water ripples, turned a dream. The light in the window, hear the wind sing, watching a winter, hope the million flowers full tree, who face again under the snow? You are not to go, but my eyes are wet, the dream has been broken, sorry I forgot to road. The dust come up again, out of my thoughts, your face is my wrong on wrong, the season of flowers, blurred in the depths of red dust. The dust has settled, already scattered Tianya, yellowing of the past, in the thin cool season away, the distance between you and me is so absurd, but more than the untouchable pain, bit by bit fermentation, wears bowel bone breaking into the heart, throat. Time to flip, drizzle Fei, this year marks the imprint is engraved on my heart. story tells of a time, go with the flow is a not touch the scenery.

Once the spring to Confidante old, flower falls news two know, closed flower face, gorgeous, close field, people walk tea cooler. Whose eyes tearful condensate injury, wet skirts, whose picture old long, write full from the war? A fragrance, clear records of the vast, old feelings have changed the original appearance, your back is time to pull long, I can't recall your eyes, road curved, you go, take everything.

Years of confusion, etc. who pity, only himself. Broken place still bleak, finger flick, touch the cool melancholy. And Yin and song, bloom again a few Xu Huameng, add some Chinese injured, in the heart of brewing a lovesickness, the yearning, regret and the heart of the earthly years, charming, that the past had turned into a paper unspeakable pain, that the wrong time, change the way, love and hate, heartbroken and many times over? You are my lost wrong meet, is I this life the fall, once each other, at the flick of time, cook the rain painting wound. Do not know what to love a love deeply, rotation, who put to sea Kuwata, waiting for. Beside oneself night destined to outline today's affection, with thin cool night breeze mixed with choking sorrow roared, swept the seats of desolation. This world is doomed to you I just each other life in a hurry passer-by, why should the plot to write so miserable, the fragrance is surging, recounting a deranged meet.

Who says the lonely bitter, write to the book. Such a long night, cloud shadows dazzle, keep the screen, lonely lonely, isolated three thousand young rivals, the winter of shadow in pairs, a paper to write as much as III injury. Smoke filled, sealed Cheng lock core, the a company, spend the rest of your life there?

Cold smoke as the heart, according to the body and mind, filled with melancholy, in this troubled world is too long, the human grief at separation and joy in union let exhaustion of body and mind. And permanent peace, misty rain blurred, you re not my infatuation, not my day night and hope Confidante.