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fireworks were fugitive cold easily, and then could not resist the fleeting beauty of the face leaving the two in the forehead wrinkles. How many past lives struggling to make a wish in the Buddha, in exchange for a life pass. How many times waiting for past life in exchange for present and smile at,

your beauty just as night-blooming cereus usually rush to die, just like fireflies in the night, light in my dark nightmare [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I can only sigh you beauty is just too sad, your beauty too short, I have not had time to put your collection to scattered on the ground, which will be the best memories I have.

forget Rivera next to a Sansei stone, stone body of the word red as blood, inscribed words You wrote on a stone and you love your life you want to wait for the afterlife name of the person. After crossing the river cure my let you forget everything the next life if you cross the bridge again, you can find your stone in the Sansei past lives and the afterlife, as well as the name of the person you love.

parting present I am sleeping in a past life dream, the face of ice to see you again, tears had soaked the collar, nothing to say lonely, lost a white bridge, though, but also separated with you and I, our love is like a broken kite line, I yearn to be near you more they want away from me, the most beautiful love will eventually have withered when the fireworks are just as brilliant, but then a moment of indulgence, Our hearts are with the moonset. Past life love, why still in my dreams from the War, see my past reborn.

current has been unable to restore the dream world, when you can not afford a trace memory and then help the seedlings, when you step on step points insisted the parting line of sight my pain, you know I'm waiting for you? So you forget, so you do not sound sincere blessing Looking back, waiting for you in my light all the lanterns, all over the world looking for another you, you are into Yilianyoumeng, gently calling me.

previous life as the good wine, just as drunk, just like in a dream of flowers, the water of the month, the most beautiful but in the end is false, tears asked the flower does not say, Luanhong passed ages to look through the raw waves, I look at the cold window of the Hua Yan, discouraged, my eyes began the mournful melody of rain in the sink.

stone silent whose son is also vague that you can drizzle it as graceful as the name of South, who planted the Red rolling the cup of love, love to drink a big crowd who would take drugs, not afraid life, love chaos [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], love heartbroken because of worries grow.

westerly wind blows tonight, from the dream in Hong venues tend to be a trace back the past.

when the memory becomes a lonely, forgotten to become a relief when, when thoughts turned into a miss [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you are in the same place waiting for me.

remnant of ancient courtyard Luanhong do

spend cold nights dream fly sky

tear down the Indus and the king of the rain situation

Past tempting

Acacia has already turned into outright, the sky beautiful song coming from the War. Urging them falling tears, Xiaofeng dry.



(Editor: a few isolated Temptress Moon)