Outside the window, the clouds that pass through Rizhao West Bridge in Chu Xiao shake themselves.
I miss your skirt when the wind is swaying gently.
The last romantic ripple of wood carving was sealed seven years ago.
Because I've only lived for you all my life.
The rain wet my eyes and I look forward to the mourning hall by the well every year.
I am most afraid of not knowing that tears have been torn two lines.
I wander around the world, but I can't find your paradise.
Don't forget the east bottle and the west mirror.
It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and then fold chrysanthemums to send you.
Sing your favorite song gently.
In the distance, there is a piano, which makes it rain.
Talk to yourself in a trickle.
The moon shadow fell on the fireworks, and several candles were red.
All the old dreams in the world of mortals are empty.
The rain wet my eyes and I look forward to the mourning hall by the well every year.
I am most afraid of not knowing that tears have been torn two lines.
I wander around the world, but I can't find your paradise.
Don't forget the east bottle and the west mirror.
It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and then fold chrysanthemums to send you.
Sing your favorite song gently.