Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
The winter wind urges, the old years, people have not returned
Looking forward to a thousand rivers only one who
A few joys and sorrows, I was upside down
One person and one furnace long night
Red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk
Big dreams add a few frost tears
The wind is gone, but there is no regret
How can a child's lover ask wrong or wrong?
I stepped on the snow and listened to the cold wind
Turned around and broke off a crush
If the past is like smoke, it floats between the mountains and rivers
Can it be sent to you by the wind?
I tread on a thousand autumn snows, and the degree is like a flow of water for many years
Wordless cold moon, listen to who sings all over the clichés
Long half que, how to write love
You and I are not hurt to leave
Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
Winter wind urged, old years, people did not look back at the broken thousand rivers only looked forward to a person who had a few joys and sorrows, I tossed one person a long night of red dust water, into the wine glass, under the moon I drunk big dream a few traces of frost tears
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