Autumn's confusion drifts with sadness, and I also use my affectionate gaze to commemorate the lost years. The sorrow and joy in the plain are always bumpy and stormy in the gathering and separation. The lonely shadow in the night shattered, and the warm waiting of the fireworks on the other side of the lonely shore was lonely. The story of purple and red dust, old dreams like shuttles, whispering the melancholy of the night.
In the wind and cold, the vows that are as faint as thin smoke, the poignant soul, are still looking for the maple leaves of that life like fire. Disturbed thoughts, Amber's tears of despair, can't hold back, you Xiao Suo left the back. The ancient desolation, through the dappled years, buried the red face of three thousand.
A thought of love, white hair that dyes the ends of the hair white. A dream falls, yellowing in the ink of the light note. I thought that the blossoming of flowers was a prosperous world, but the Tao was, the cold moon was lonely, and the scarlet was ruined. I thought that the first life was a happy face, but the word was, there was no appointment in the good period, and the smoke and rain were heavy.
The end of the world is at hand, and it is wounded in an indefinite period of time. Thoughts drifted into the distance, a touch of reluctance, Fang Fei was cruel. Falling into samsara, lonely, lonely on the left bank, sad on the right bank. Light smile of affection, tap the red dust. Soft mood, looking at the cold night, distant dreams to flower and fly, lonely shadows in the ancient pavilion hazy.
A cup of tea is cold, can not cool the temperature of the palm, looking back, and drunk in the afterscent of the cup. A few degrees of obsession, a few times of clearing. In the depths of the lights, the pen has become the other side of the past. Lotus-like hearts, rippled into a shy voice, turned into a beautiful silkworm moth and pounced on the yellow spring on the other side. Confused temptation, I whisk my sleeves up, only for you to grow old in this life's appearance. The dust of the soul, the rebirth of the fire, the fading of sorrow in nirvana...
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