How heavy are the blooming flowers?
Smile, tear drops.
Floating several times like a dream.
My heart is getting drunk little by little.
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The world of mortals dreams for a thousand years, and you will know when you are drunk. Lonely lovesickness has no edge, and when you look back, you will be at a loss. Whoever loves the end of the world will feel sorry for himself. Flowers fall and fog pervades thousands of feet. Acacia gaunt, easy to get old. I'm pale at the thought of my temple. Looking up at the bright moon, dreaming back to the winding water, the years are unchanged and silent, waiting for the love of a lifetime, guarding the lingering life, like water passing by, everything changes, who is still rolling in the world of mortals.
Bloom, how much do the flowers weigh? A pot of wine burns tears on both cheeks, and a lot of relatives are lingering, all clouds pass by. Don't come back until you're drunk. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like a few degrees of smoke, shows a cup of lovesickness and drunkenness. Drunk in the depths of the world of mortals, the wind and smoke are fleeting, and whoever thinks about it sighs. You are the flower of my previous life, waiting for a season of bloom in the world of mortals, sighing and zeroing in the world. The fragrance of my last life sprinkled a touch of fragrance in the world of mortals.
Beauty smiles and tears fall all over the city, and no one cares about strangers. I wish I had left the world of mortals. I smiled and sighed at a loss, but I didn't know how many flowers had fallen in my dream. I am drunk and lonely. I ask where I am today, when I will miss my old friends, when I will stop dreaming, and I will look at the flowers with a few tears, but the years are still silent. I didn't stop talking about joys and sorrows, but I played a song, bloom died, and gently played a song. A glass of residual wine is lonely, and the wind and the moon are broken. Looking back, I was heartbroken in my dream, and Zeng Yiren laughed at the whole city. Who loved Iraqis in the past and present? Bloom flowers fall into clouds.
Floating like a dream drunk several times, carrying a pot of turbid wine, drinking alone and forgetting yourself. Half a candle, half a string of tears, lost the rolling New Year, drunk a beauty, waited for a thousand years by the Sansheng stone, and sighed for a thousand years. Laughter is flashy, fireworks and rain are chaotic, drunkenness is short-lived, drunkenness is only drunk, and dreams are empty after all. Gently play a song of tears, a song of vicissitudes of life, who pops up helplessness, who plays sadness, and who listens to loneliness and loneliness. The beauty's innocence is just so beautiful that it's just too sad to make Song speechless.
Didi is a little drunk, a thousand cups are not drunk, all drunk, and this life is full of sorrow. Drunk painting landscapes can't compete with your smile. To be together, you can't look at each other and you can't see the end of the world. In this life, you are my lifelong yearning. When I think about it, Qian Shan is full of water. When I think about it, things have changed. Acacia is endless, two lines of clear tears can be geometric, clear tears are silent, laughing and sighing the world of mortals.