"Fate"
Fate thinks of a strong meaning, and the vast sea of people drives a boat.
There is a fate and a division that is the most peaceful life, and the fate comes and goes to an empty.
Often look at each other, the night is deep, and look up to reminisce about the past.
Who can understand the mixed joys and sorrows, and the stories are similar to each other.
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The spring and autumn sequences are hurried, and the past is like a weathered spring stream.
The westerly wind destroys the leaves of the sycamore, and the independent oblique sun looks at the water flow.
The vast sea of people meets today, and the autumn wind is mercilessly leafy.
Sadly, the jade people left sadly, and the blue and yellow springs wrote qing sorrow.
Shan Menghai swore to be thin, and Yerba Buena was obsessed with tears and sorrow.
The red dust has been cold since ancient times, and the dream shatters the West Building to break the soul.
In this dynasty, there are still red faces and tears, and a clear lotus is a mirror platform.
The rosary beads counted the dust, and the clear Sanskrit degree of red dust.
Circumstances come and go with her, and let go of all circumstances and remove all things.
Three thousand prosperous and a smile, no regrets in this life of mortal travel.
There is a chance to meet with Jun in the next life, and to get drunk and happy in Yaochi.
Last night, I did not know the depth of the snow, a palace and a building.
The long street smelled a thousand piles of snow, but you didn't look at me.
Flowers are troubled, flowers fall acacia dreams.
The flowers flow one by one, and the love goes with the wind.
Affection can not be retained, a glass of wine in the past.
Want to come to the wind full of buildings, rain score flying swallows.
The writing is lyrical and sad, and the ink dyes the lovesickness.
Looking at the moon hates the sky, and acacia fills the window.
Want to ask about the acquaintance, sad to the night.
Love is like spring water, red dust is like flowing water.
The sound of magic rises out, and the song is worried about the moon.
The sound of the piano is floating and sinking, and who listens to the broken strings?
Red dust and wind and rain, good dreams pillow Nanke.
Hua Xie was troubled and sang a song with the servant.
If life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind and sorrow paint fan.
Waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable.
Lishan language strikes midnight, and the tears and rain ring bells will not complain at all.
How to be bo lucky Jinyi Lang, than the wings and branches of the day wish.
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