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The distance light has been gradually sparse [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], noisy city for a day in the Qiuchong the Diming fell asleep. Semi-curved moon, hanging in the sky alone, cold moon shone from the window, and swayed the window film alone, in the deepest of the quietest night, I once again stubbornly awake, listening to the wind singing lonely Knocking at my window song.
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a long guitar playing and singing the interlude after the beep sound Qingyuan lingering heart pierced the silence of the sea, brought out a bunch of hot tears. Deep in the dusty days, thought long forgotten memories, it is so easily awakened, life and life to aching. Wound on the flowers, enchanting to open.
miss, such as the hazy mist off in my mind, in my surprise, when I have been surrounded. Still miss you, miss your laugh, miss your arms, thinking of you and your gentle words the look of love. Woven with you forever think of the fairy tale, said Haikushilan remember the oath, have you thought of the day accompanied by a warm and sweet: Yin Yue your singing style, and you whisper your heart, to hear you say shallow sense of humor, enjoy your The pity care ... ... thinking of you the night [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thinking of your face [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], cut, melancholy and chaotic as the autumn lotus, wither in the cold water scattered. What I
pain, and I regret it? Happiness comes in, I quietly leave. In this lonely night alone drank sad tears, the heart of any child to be Acacia pulled to pieces, blowing in the wind.
clear and strong rhythm guitar, along with the flute singing touching distant, faint ray of thoughts such as flowers, migrating to the depths of dreams.
once my heart is an ancient Huang Cheng, stick to the agreement of a thousand years before the term of pink Liulv outside the city, Splendor Yingge. Grass Green Parrot Island on to yellow, painting break and swallow went and returned, I have been looking for you. I know, you must have been looking for me, we walked past lives this life from hell and high water, is to go for that one fateful encounter.
When we walked for thousands of miles, going through the vicissitudes of this world, in a big crowd finally found you, and you meet the moment, I am so grateful to God! Thought he was just that a fairy tale princess, until the dream of the prince, just in the most bustling in and do an earthly woman, with a plain and simple happiness, does not require any busy decorating.
, however, can not ah!
because of the way looking far too long, how many of the corner, blocking our view, much of the confusion, stumbled ahead of our pace, how many of the ferry, can not find the ferry's Vessels, we again missed each other. Wait until the meet, but painful to find that it's too late.
Jane Chen said: Qingmiao missed the earth, if born, nor move it, do not wash it. Move it hurt yourself, wash it hurt others. Really be able to do that? We just had a mortal, who can really defeat the various colors, Xinruzhishui?
I seem to see that standing in the Wind flute Brink Autumn woman, Su Yi Sheng Xue, lightly skirt, long hair flying, gray of the aloe, swaying with the moon, the endless flow of thoughts, feelings endless parking in music If a white lotus in bloom slowly. Gradually the wind into the sky, the moon clear qin melody down, petals scattered in water. Her long hair to float, float, she had to go chasing the wind. Wind, with her poignant dream ah!
burning hot love you and I, a look, would be sufficient to heart the sea, passing hurricanes; Autumn Ripples every glance, they wait, tears Yingying. When you gently in my ear to say three words, the three I looked forward to such a Sansei III's words, that finally found the happiness you want. But my heart was terrified, and I also saw the hesitation in your eyes, because I know the weight of these three words, to know how much courage to speak out. I how compensation is not? Repeatedly asked myself whether there is right to have the pure, clean love, whether we can carry this earthly human society, the joys and sorrows? Some words, only life on the bottom of my heart, one that exports will Shanbengdelie, one that exports will be beyond redemption. When my heart that words rampage in the throat when you want to cry out, the pain and frustration I kill it between the lips and teeth. Any surging flood of my tears.
you hate me, blame me? Had come to this quest as well [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I give up so easily?
eyes freeze when the fate of you and me, we are destined to run away. Our mortal world, have to bear too much responsibility. If we want to carry too many people happy tears, we have lost the right. We can only yesterday buried in the bottom of my heart, memories, and then turned away. But having chosen to leave, why not cool to wave the sleeves, do not take a cloud? Why look at your shadow away, one step back?
how God arranged this encounter is the greatest gift, or the most heavy pain? Long life in the future years, in what way I face you, face to those such as the meteor-like beauty in a short chapter of life?
the world of things, this is not perfect, because it can not be perfect, can we have to pursue, let us hope. Far away from love, from happiness far from the love of the past, and away from the pain of the nearest, and so the contradictions of life, the reality is so cruel. We always preferred to walk the road to happiness, it obviously do not have to put up close to the horizon has to be love, the pain of exile.
always thought he was really strong, the pursuit of gestures between the clear cloud is a pleated back after thousands of calm. In such sad melodies, still vulnerable to the vulnerable. Do not say the situation remains the same, only for the love unforgettable. From now on, no arms embraced, no whispers into the heart of the discourse, then no one were listening to autumn Genglou, then no one to go with to see wild geese return. Since then, the Duanchang the End of the World.
Buddha: twinkling of an eye can not stay, forever unattainable. Love water and eventually became empty. When the moment of touching a touch of regret that care be shallow, like autumn leaves finally willing to leave the branches, away from the joys and sorrows of love and hate, may be able to recover the lost calm.
However, no one can make the memory away. Do not think that can be brushed out of the Three Realms to the din of earthly problems, three thousand black hair can be cut down all the worldly worries. Even if you are thousands of miles away to the mountains off the high to the Qionglouyuyu, can not let your heart there is a quiet haven. Where to find a cup Forget Love Potion I, for one night I do not cry, not sad for my life?
howling autumn wind was blowing, so much cold, cold Rugu Sui. I hold myself. Walk the edge of the dream and waking, the noise of the earth block of the body, past a little bit of flashback in my mind, those thoughts, such as diamond pieces like shine.
a cup of tea, watching the tea leaves floating lifeless in the water, I was like back in the distant past, you are carrying my hand, through fragrant grass of the terraced rice paddies ... ...
month, overnight, into a ring, Xi Xi are as ornaments. Many times into his own poem in this sad not self-provision. Thus, a person sitting in the silence of the night, icy fingers to write with the temperature of the palm. Ancient emotional, lonely to dumping on the fingertips, and then modified in the pale moonlight dreams. Tonight, I remember who?
who had guarded the banks of the Sansei Stone Past conventions? Who had held my hand promise Haikushilan oath? Moon small building, who co-operate with the situation tell me, who will be the kinds of deep tenderness? Who is singing in the rain and my classic oldies? Who had listened with me at midnight marks the beginning of her daughter's mind? Who ever thought that caught the wings of happiness, but in pain and turn in any of the roots begins to grow old?
wind from the ancient times, the number of romantic memories flooded, how many want to disperse off the affectionate appeal also, how much pain and regret and bleak memories of past lives in exile How many love, but why quit blowing that drops of tears my eyes?
flute is still floating in the night sky, pulled up their minds how many people do not sleep, long strings of notes, drop into a misty memory of one, is lost on the window color? Lonely Red Dust, the dream of this thread no sway. Really want to find a world outside of the Taoyuan, so that their feelings are no longer flying catkins.