no longer feel heartbroken

A melancholy dream mask house, such as Bing cream, how far, how double Yuanyang? Who knows the meaning of love, love the cup of wine solution, Yi Jun Yan more sorrow, tears in thousands of lines;

Lonely depths of the night, a bit thin cool, light to bring a ray of melancholy, any thoughts spread, a ray of fragrant smell, miss green ink, only to a single pen, Chilian confidante, coagulation of ink into a book, exhausting BaiZhuanQianHui love mask house, V. as Hongxiutianxiang; life world of mortals is willing to spend a quiet, chasing a Sheng Yongheng, carrying a pregnant silence Dankan Yunjuanyunshu, pillow yilianyoumeng, this went for many years, lonely, lonely into ruin and wish in exchange for this life no regrets.

Standing at the beginning of time, eyes to see light, wind and rain, only wish and Yi song EOL, destiny of the edge, waiting for a poem, cannot handle; even if the sea dried up, circulation Kuwata, your face has in my heart copying a painting, this life is not negative did not forget, a thousand years mask house;

Because fell in love with a person, a city, choose one city., encounter a Whitehead, the earthly Yunyan, Xiangshou eons, the red lofty but foreign, even Hongyan Tanzhi Lao, stay hair cream dyed hair, negative life hold;

Tonight eventful, sigh a voice in my dream, listening to the song miss leisurely, if people ask why, because red swollen, indulge them, pronouncing journeying, dreamy, if this is just a play, only willing to stay in the encounter of the time, life and death dependencies;

Night, so quiet, outside the curtain snow, snow white, how a reasonable price, dyed white wait, scattered into mourning, stroll in the stunning white, hazy and haggard and so quietly stopped them, let zero's lonely snow cold helpless soul, let tears of missing infiltration waiting period of Xinhai;

Accustomed to the sleepless night, could not stop the thoughts wasted in the text, coagulation of ink into a poem, often light magic together one day Xiangyixiangwei, see the canoe ferry, the beauty of the setting sun sunset glow, and now only a single lonely heart is with the wind swaying, sprains and dream, waiting for one wild until the Millennium Wanzai.

Waiting, no longer feel tears is bitter and astringent, waiting, no longer feel heartbroken, numbness, or habits I unknown, after a number of years I believe I still will be in the world of mortals on the road, you, stand here waiting for you, only wish this life to accompany about hope.