A turn, tears were already overwhelmed. Those who know me say I am worried , and those who don’t know me say I want. The lingering love between the wind, flowers, snow and moon, the oath on the Three Lives Stone, and the romantic and charming expectations turned into tears, filling the eyes. The pain tear the broken soul, and the wound spreads in the broken heart. Those tears have already flowed like a spring! If you will feel heartbroken about this and you will feel heartbroken about this, then, give me a reason to forget each other. From now on, you cannot miss you, you cannot miss you, and you will no longer miss you.
unintentionally touch each other's heartstrings; I have never been obsessed with affection, how can I know that love is so desolate, how can I believe in longing, such an unbearable pain, invisible, silent, hidden in the deepest part of my heart, without resentment, transparent and sincere reluctance; I can't erase the deep attachment in my mind, my heart hurts me!
The wind is shining, the red leaves are gone, and the heart is afraid of the autumn sorrow. The bead curtains hang under the eaves, the sycamore trees in the deep garden, and the wet banana trees are melting lonely and lonely. The cold and veiled gauze, but Xiaoxiang rain locked the window, and the beautiful face in the green phoenix mirror was remembered. When we looked at each other and drew Pingtung, we stroking the stringed zither upstairs at dusk. The dark eyebrows are three thousand sorrows, and the joy and hatred are melting. My heart is silent every night, and I walk with my dreams in front of the drunken cup. The thoughts are surging, the peach blossoms are drunk, the wind and water are roaring and the sound of silk. Lying on the lie, listening to the horse crying urgently, the mum and the man's thoughts are endless, the wind is tied to the eaves...
double blacks are in trouble, the flowers are empty and thin in one mirror, the heart is hard to settle, the thoughts are far away, and loneliness is lightly rewarded. Who said that tragedy has been abandoned for a long time? After a lot of thoughts, I have gone through many ups and downs, but I still have no choice but to do so. The deep love remains unchanged from the past, and the heart gradually becomes as good as autumn. The desolate sentences of the new and old manuscripts are filled with worries, and every word is filled with sorrow and sad words are endless, and every sentence is melancholy. I asked me why I said I was so angry that I had nowhere to find a reason. I wanted to add silence to this life. Since ancient times, many emotions have always flowed eastward. It is difficult to keep lovesickness and dreams, how can I hide my lovesickness?
Dreams fall in autumn and leaves a picture, tears are stained with lovesickness without traces. The lonely fingertips condense, the heart becomes a poem, the quiet heart is like endless, the meaning of the pen is light, who knows that my mind is shared with me, and who can understand the thoughts are broken? I devote all my heart and worry about the empty space, but I can't bear the thin fate like duckweed. Love is hard to pillow, tears frown, and the quiet and plain heart is drifting away. I leaned against the window and sat in counting the past, how could I just be the old love? suddenly looked back at , and the prosperity fell. The joyful face of the past is hard to find, and I only wish to sleep with the moon in the rest of my life, and the deep clouds and waters, a dream is fascinating.
The flowers in the season are gone in a hurry, the faint fragrance is gone into the heart, the clear water is clear and the dream is in the sky, is close to the end of the world tears are empty. I sing long and short days long and long, leaning on the railing, I always remember the scenery of the past, and I feel so sad that I want to say nothing, even if there are thousands of words that have been told to be light. My thoughts are drifting, my thoughts are free from reason and I am writing again. My sorrows are always new, and my heart is filled with the sound of the rest of the poem. The sound of the wind and rain in the old days are all turned into the sound of the rest of the poem. The paper is thin and the traces are deep, and the heartbroken is so heartbroken that there is nowhere to pick it up. In the deep clouds and sky, who should ask if you are sad? A person in the dream is close to the end of the world.
Through the lost time, looking back, shocking the dust. As I turned around, I had been gone for years, and I picked up my fingers and looked like water without traces. The past spring scenery was finally a bit of dust, a piece of flowing water, drifting away. Has the once prosperous scenery turned into mist and rain, like a wisp of fragrance in the old dream under the sleeves, and was haggard in the wind? ? Time is silent, letting the sorrow open one after another; when you look back suddenly, a touch of sorrow falls into your heart...
Night is coming to an end, and you can't sleep again. The lonely star is accompanied by the shadow and the moon is adding to the cold. The light fog is curling, and the willow catkins are floating. I want to find a good dream and have little joy, but the loneliness surrounds me. The candle flowers are red, the shadows are endless, and who can we share the tenderness with? The tears are hazy. Sorrow is flying, people are haggard, lovesickness is lost, hearts turn into ashes, who will love to tears? Leaning alone on the building, the clear shadow is thin, and who can relieve the sorrow of the broken makeup? This hatred is hard to repay. Heartbroken chant, who will I listen to? I am infatuated but walk alone in my dreams, asking about love.
