Fusheng, sitting in my heart, I don't know if the first time, the six strings, I have shed it, last night.
Listening to the wind, I saw that there were only one moon cold. Suddenly I saw my shadow. I didn't remember that I was a few more awake. Everything was printed yesterday. Bewle stay in the finger
No one, no one, only herself in the mountains, the silence of the silence, there were thousands of things, all things have been touched, all the rocks are in the heart, and they have lost their hearts. Unfortunately, they have lived their life. A ear is still waiting for a long time outside the Qianshan, only to play a song for a lifetime and then thrown the piano into the flame, saying that the water is ruthless but has forgotten, how many fall flowers are only one scarlet, such as the tears of the person. The dream is far away, including the spring, the moon, the moon, the light smile, the light smoke passed into no trace, and the night whispered only the wind horseshoe, the horses, the most familiar face, the most familiar face, is like After the millennium, I didn't know that it was the first time I saw that I saw that the meteor suddenly came to tears as if the rain like last year, and all the birds in the sky must narrow the feather ear. Since the feathers are cut into pain Once, I didn't know if I had a snow. I could completely cover everything. I have no time. I have no life. It is only a low silent. I have heard a lot of vicissitudes.
