I am a tear in the dust, the parting in the past life is falling, not for the whole life of three lives, but for the reincarnation of the world, the rain is pouring in the sad season, and who sobbs with the setting sun?
The previous life is this life, this life is the next life, who will complain about the sufferings of every life? Tonight, the wind is weeping and the rain is sad, and there are always people who are lonely pillows every night, with tears scars vaguely, all of which are traces of lovesickness. Looking inside and outside the screen window, the little master's figure is gradually disappearing, flying and separating the swallows, the autumn wind of thousands of miles causes lovesickness, how can I fill the osmanthus flowers! When you are facing flowers and wine, the fallen flowers turn into sorrow. The water in the ten-mile pavilion is leisurely. With a smile, you can relieve the thousands of sorrows. Listen to the strings, the flowers fall into sorrow. If you break the dozen infatuated feelings, gather and disperse the world, who will have no regrets in this life?
The stars and moons are always with each other, they never meet each other, the golden osmanthus is beautiful in the sky, the beautiful scenery of mandarin ducks, the dream of love between the two sides, the back is gone, the love is gone, the love is gone, the three lives of love, the road is long, how much drunk, how much awaken? When people are separated, love is hard to share, and the heart will always be with you!
people are idle with osmanthus flowers falling, the fragrance of flowers fills the clothes, the flowers are stringed, the wine is filled with smiles, drunkenness, laugh once! Have fun when you wake up, but love is hard to find after getting drunk! If you part, the Three Lives Stone, chasing the past, and speaking here will stop in your heart! Three nights of dreams of her, dream of reincarnation, and meet the beautiful woman in love. If you don’t give up, it will be as warm as water, your heart will be like double silk mesh, and your heart will have thousands of knots.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the clouds return in the evening, the graceful and graceful standing at dusk, the smile turns thousands of times, the long hair floats, the sounds rippling, who remembers whom? In an instant, the dream is shocked, the empty dream is a dream. The lights went out before the white lights outside the window, and I sighed! The morning breeze caresses the cheeks unintentionally, and tears have been hard to dry!
Business is in the vast ocean. Thoughts are accompanied by the green lamp, under the ancient Buddha, in the sound of the wilderness, it is hard to return, the heart swore to fade, the tears of thousands of years are falling, and it is tasteless...
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