Fuxiu, cold and deep, and the light back You beauty; I am a person until the spring dew fall. Turn the careless raise fall to the ground, scattered in the wine jingdanban road at the foot of the. The water is rippling out my weak Chun, the hearts of the ups and downs of the care inadvertently.

In dream weimang Weiyang office. I took out the qingshensishui gentle; residual monochamus gently carved, how material has been abandoned you on the paper of Gucheng pool? A floor of a tower, each with a thin every tree and bush; sorrow. Then the edge of a shadow, before the moon double; paint may glow. The wind Ying sleeve white shirt cool, south window candle cut diamond. Side has a lancet leveling diameter Xiang. The distance has a star frame into two; the window has a magnolia into smoked bamboo curtain, the heart has a Mexican tapped on the window of heart.

Now I left one person standing in the court, will be a cold call to sing the words from, from light to dense but quiet. I just kept foreign sleepless night drop off, like to look into the distance at the Academy of the north south; heart if Piaoyang lost the direction of, the all night dreaming what is what makes the tears of canthus does not fall as much as, twi rain Xiaoxiang?

Until the time of plum wine after dusk, until a decisive fall frost on the full depicting; I think I never miss in Gucheng in You beauty, lightly beat the old gates; will you name in the mouth read, BaiZhuanQianHui. When I once again walk in the intersection of that year, under the night sky at the end of July, a pot of wine Hanmeng pick Yi; eyes care light is a tilting the world's gentle, but the hearts of the enemy but in front of more and more visible. But who will, in this life I dream of Du?

Before withered vine sunset, back to the you have to leave my night Lane in the rain; I will let the unspoken obsession, either they swaying in the heart with the humble pain. I think, all this is doomed to invisible results! May the night have turned if turned into tears hug, let me mercilessly hold that in the misty rain hazy You beautypus night; support oil umbrella thin frets you, may the late parting of the night, it would be a new turning point. Only sigh, let those who in the past the good in the heart of the slow flow; can not be in the face of the Miss Yan makeup.

Time has quietly partial died, I was no longer able to from a new leaf green mining a drop of morning dew; can no longer from a single clear load in, leaving a wisp of wind moans. I just want to hide in the summer, the crimson; in the south of the temple of fine for the once beautiful. See you soon, the Gucheng in the temple; the scarlet loft in front, filled with gentle thoughts, quietly climbed up the overgrown with Ivy's walls. A long water in your window covered with your heart.

Scene to slowly burning the candle in front of the desk, like shining memories that withered love; how warm in the sun won't make it to draw warm. This present life, I for this feeling is also not sorrow joy. Only wish in the light and fleeting years will love the seeds covered with strangers, until the flower blossoms falls moment You beauty; let the Acacia along the tears fall full strings.