I'm just a shadow of a dream. If the dream is gone, the shadow will disappear without a trace. Late autumn blew the first cold snap, wordlessly asked Tim, imagining a past, a person, warm in memory. The sound trees are clear, the piano and bamboo are flying, and tonight you are going to set off.
Outside the window, the wind blows softly, and the darkness seems to be through the invisible time, resisting the hand that passes through your black hair. Sit in a corner and listen to a song. Tonight I will think of you, facing the transparent window, facing the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, in this river of hearts, flowing far away, dropping petals into the thin heart, quietly thickening yesterday's songs.
Whose voice crosses the west wind and shakes not to sleep? The streamer has passed away, but why do you think of you tonight, a lute played off the wind and dust, stirred the sound of water, is the wind tight, or the clouds dispersed, and then scattered, it is not tight enough to be a pair of parting eyes. In the beauty of the encounter, I send a watch, called happiness. In the station of time, I make a wish, called forever.
Thoughts, disasters. The dust edge is like water, and the flowers are not crossed. Since you left the valley, the cold wind hit the faith, and before you turned around, you knew that even if you met, you should not know. Dusty, sideburns like frost, wind in the north, rain in the south.
There was no rain, a seal of a river, a bottle of spirits, a seal of the stars last night, the wind of last night. Is there a hint of wind, a light kiss to cut a plum, a wave of autumn water, carved to meet why you must have known each other. In the dream, several times to find Fang, love can not be safely spent. Share a glass of water with Jun, love you three points and tears seven points.
I haven't started, but I'm still sitting between my eyebrows, wanting to say goodbye. Once the emperor knows, the deep valley youlan. I'll miss you, tonight. Forget, repeat the past, look back, become eternal. This situation can be waited for, but this situation can be treated, but I am afraid that the love will become thin in the depths, then I will learn to forget.
Streamers of light shattered, flowers fell to people. Who can reach out and turn a leaf of affection over. The cold current invaded, the jun has gone away, thinking without thinking, unforgettable. With the king a cup of water, where the words are desolate. Tonight, I will miss you.
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