2. Forget Sichuan and spring, don't have roots and buds. The flowers on the other side are as red as fire, poetic and picturesque!
3. On the old side, the marriage is fixed for life; Only for the afterlife. In front of Naiheqiao Meng Po, Sanshengshi refused to be reborn; Just because I don't want to forget Qing Yan.
4.bloom's leaves have fallen, and the tears of sunshine have not dried yet. It's hard to see each other up close.
I look at the other side of bloom, and flowers look at the other side of bloom. I'm lonely. Only because there is a river in my heart can both sides separate love from sadness.
It is foolish to have an affair with a beautiful woman and a red flower. Blending under the moon for a hundred years, the stars are separated by ten thousand layers of yarn.
7. The red flowers on the other side are worried, shaking their hands and singing. The stars are playing bamboo flutes, the moon is holding flutes, and the waves are dancing like butterflies on lonely rocks.
8. As soon as the fireworks are released, the flowers turn red and wither at night. When I fell in love with the moon, I couldn't help it.
9. Warm sun makes birds sing and peach blossoms reflect cheeks. With a touch of acacia, I feel sad and my heart is full of tears.
10. There is no shore on the other side of bloom, and the soul is still in Sichuan. I don't know fireworks when I'm drunk, but the lights are cold in my dreams.
1 1. The fragrance fades, the flowers lose their luster, and thousands of sad eyes stare. The fragrance is dark and the soul is broken, and the mind is confused and tired.
12. bloom leaves fall, but the tears of sunshine are still wet. It's hard to see each other up close.
13. I see the other side of bloom, and the flowers see the other side of bloom. I'm lonely. Only because there is a river in my heart can both sides separate love from sadness.
14. It's nothing stupid to have an affair with a beautiful woman and a red flower. Blending under the moon for a hundred years, the stars are separated by ten thousand layers of yarn.
15. The red flowers on the other side are worried, shaking their hands and singing. The stars are playing bamboo flutes, the moon is holding flutes, and the waves are dancing like butterflies on lonely rocks.