The dream fell into a pool of water ripples, glittering and translucent, cold and empty at night, sleepless at night.
Who was angered by Xiao Sheng's lonely singing at the window? Once in a dream.
There are stars in the night, the wind blows the flowers lightly, and the nameless flowers are left alone. A little floating bright moonlight, singing a pity smile.
Who will empty the guzheng music?
Life is full of flowers, and my life is prosperous.
Clear sky Wan Li Chuyang, what about the fleeting time?
Youth is prosperous, years pass, and I wander in a golden dream butterfly.
In the twilight, the snow is falling and the world of mortals is in chaos. I saw that the red lips of the willow were pale, the flowers bloomed and the fireworks scattered dust.
When the snow falls and the plum blossoms are now in the world of mortals, I can only smell the willow wearing a willow gauze skirt and dancing with the eyes of Sansheng glass, just looking at the world of mortals.
Life is like wine, and you will be sad all your life. You only need to sing, but you should put it in a cup. Talk about the cold wind at night, no one listens to you.
Ripple, ripple, the dream is very long, only sadness. The past is eternal, and Sandy's dream is so bright that people can't leave it for a long time.
Life is like a dream, a river of leaves.
The butterfly dream of youth is full of memories. The glazed flowers are now fragmented.
Dreams without words are fantasies. Rain and sunshine are falling, full of wounds.
I'm sorry, beauty. I'm sorry, Lan Yan. Like a smile, indifferent.
Butterfly-like dream, flying over the Yellow River. The sound of rolling waves is overwhelming.
Smoke and dust are gone, paper and gold fans. The world of mortals dispersed and the beauty died.
Life and death are hard to guess, there is only one dream. When you think about life and death, Yin and Yang are separated.
Bitter as tea, life and death leave. Drunk as wine, dreamlike.
Life is difficult to doubt several times, but it is difficult to drown. Who is sighing?
The wind is dancing with flowers, and the waves on the other side are crying. Who's chanting?
Naihe Bridge in Tao Tao, Surabaya, the beauty looks back, passes through reincarnation and sighs.
Flowers bloom and fall on the other side, Blue Yan sings flute and tears flow, and Blue Yan only says one word.
The clear sky cuts off the sunshine bit by bit and adorns the heart of life.
Fireworks swaying, scattered red hearts, shining in the long river of life.
I am willing to give my life for you.
In the cold wind crawling season, I asked questions for you and never left.
In the year when the smoke fell, I gave you my heart and waited.
It's just hard to guess life and death. And you, however, disappeared into the depths of smoke and dust …