Ancient aesthetic love poems, full of water, unspeakable pulse, broken soul, dream companion. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
After singing all the new words, I can't see them, the rosy clouds reflect the trees and the partridges sing.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
After parting, I remember seeing you. I dreamed of opening the HarmonyOS system with you several times. Who is the lover? It's all about romance.
Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is bitter. It's hard to be negative after several times. I can't bear to care if I don't cut acacia.
For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
Staring at thousands is a smile? Are they tears? What is uncertain is hope? Is it despair?
A thousand dreams, the past is as light as water smoke. At the end of the song, people are scattered, and a thousand-year-old dream has awakened.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.
Komatsu is just, the moon is like frost, and people are also hurt like floating flowers. Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Between water and water, there are no words.
Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night.