Get together in a hurry,
A road to the distance is black and white,
Say goodbye to friends who love extra strength in winter.
I won't send it
Green water, Jiang Nanan, listening to birds in Shan Ye,
Like a parting song,
You take care, take care! The broken chapter of love falls with the wind.
But I'm just pretending that I'm still imagining that you can heal me again. I'm like a stone to you,
Facing life, sing without sorrow or bitterness. Send a message to your neighbor and write a new note. .
But my deep love for you,
It's already hidden in my heart.
In the face of rumors,
I'm still not leaving.
Waiting for you,
Like a heartbroken Burmese man, with the spring of the first full moon.
You are like a flower,
On the earthly ferry,
Thousands of people, accompanied by three students, only the piano, love each other forever. A few years later,
Thinking of you, I passed by when I was just partying and crying!
The background of immortal life,
Render your heroic life.
Silent wind blows the cold autumn road, leaves are incomplete, and the heart is difficult to complete. Through the thorns, you have been tortured by 8 "Listening to the Rain".
I am a goldfish, do you know? You always cry, sigh and listen to Chen Si. There is a kind of persistence that is never fierce and fickle, silently dependent, enjoying life in a shallow breath! There are always some feelings that follow you and swim in your heart.
You deserve to be scolded for hanging you next to others at dusk,
I hid in the dance of piano, song and flute,
At this time, I shed a tear of missing for you.
Confess to the missed fate.
Your eyes are full of sadness,
You look tired.
The love world at that time was wonderful, and I knew I was wrong.
Support the desire to return to the good, at least I think so. Hope drifts with the wind again, trying to remember the beauty of relatives and neighbors. May you go all the way back? This long road has gone and never came back. A pair of bright and deep eyes,
Don't forget to stab me. Wan ku, who clings to the sand, does not starve to death, and the Confucian crown is often mistaken. The son-in-law tried to listen, and the son-in-law asked Chen. ,
Sorry,
Make a final confession to you!
May you be as beautiful as a flower that never fades,
May you be drunk as wine.
May you be like a violet,
Always in full bloom, far away from the sea of clouds and mountains, enjoy on the boat. In the mirror-like, although my touching love poem 2: Like a dream? It's a pulley. The future of Jinjing is a million confused hearts.
Original: nothing more than
regret