Who is burying flowers? It's really pitiful.
Who hates the west wing here?
Failed the beauty.
I apologize to you.
Who stands at the window for teenagers?
Who walked to the river for the hero?
Waste a marriage.
Come to your side and have more love for you.
How many acacia tears shed into the blue sky
I won't give you a silk fan.
Send you all lingering.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All the sad ladies wrote
Don't cover your face with a pipa.
I believe I owe you in my last life, and I will make up for it in this life.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All beautiful ladies can write.
No. Finally, become a butterfly.
Make an appointment to appear for you in the afterlife and write down your vows. I will read them all my life.
History has left a message of love.
Fate lets us change.
After thousands of years
Come to your side and hold your hand.
Let the hero sing empty sad songs.
Let the gentleman sigh before breaking the bridge
How about a moment?
Come to your side and have more love for you.
How many branches have withered, and the halls of eternal life have been built?
I won't give you a plaque.
Send you all lingering.
See misty rain building again
The spring breeze blows the misty rain floor.
Deep in the clouds, fireworks are sparse.
Be infatuated with love and sad.
The colder the tears, the heavier the building.
Flowers float, water flows.
Spring reminds me of old buildings.
The tears of Iraqis have been flowing.
The rain and snow once sacrificed the Spring and Autumn Period.
The residual flowers have fallen into the misty rain.
Spring breeze blows autumn wind.
Play the strings and have a drink.
Sing softly to wine.
Love to the depths, the heart remains the same.
Ask heaven what romance is.
Love and sadness.
See misty rain building in front of the bottle.
Blue and white porcelain
The embryo outlines the blue-and-white brush strokes that turn from thick to light.
The peony depicted on the bottle is like your first makeup.
I know Ran Ran sandalwood through the window.
The pen on the rice paper is half here.
Glaze color rendering the charm of female figure is hidden.
You smile like a bud.
Your beauty has gone where I can't go.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Smoke from the stove floated across the river thousands of miles away.
At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
The moonlight was salvaged, dizzy.
Like blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times, you are as beautiful as a fairy, with a beautiful smile.
Koi fish, with white flowers and blue color, jumped to the bottom of the bowl.
I miss you when I copy my signature.
The secret you hid in the kiln for thousands of years.
Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.
Outside the curtain, plantains cause showers and knockers cause verdigris.
I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River and made you angry.
In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden in the depths of ink.
Hair like snow.
I drank my cup and snow.
Who knocked over the old cupboard and caused the dust?
How many times have you been reincarnated Can't call back the eyebrows and cry.
Even if history has turned to dust, I can't love it.
Prosperous as three thousand east flowing water.
I only take a spoonful and love butterflies who only know your avatar.
You are as beautiful as snow. Who was touched by my burning incense when I left?
Invite the bright moon, make memories bright, and make love perfect in the moonlight.
You shed tears like snow, and I am waiting for an old man.
In the drunken years of the world of mortals, I carved a monument to love you forever without regret.
Rap:
You are as beautiful as snow. Who was touched by my burning incense when I left?
Invite the bright moon, make memories bright, and make love perfect in the moonlight.
You shed tears like snow.
I am waiting for those years when I am old and drunk.