I would like to be a connected branch underground.
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
And this endless sadness will last forever
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, with the cloud as the center, there is an eternity in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water. Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, desolate with nowhere to talk about. Even if we meet, we should be ignorant, dusty and cold. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Looking after each other silently, there are only a thousand lines of tears, and it is expected that the heartbroken place will be short and loose every year.
It's all wrong to go through the door, and what follows is different! Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Lao Qi and Xin Ling are two lovers. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .