Prosperous fireworks fill the ancient road of red dust, the songs are scattered, a piece of the past can not be spelled out of the brilliant, who is involved in the disputes of the chaotic world, the picture of your return that year, several degrees of ups and downs, the flow of years into a moment.
Who is sighing day and night in the wind, the romance of holding hands under Chang'an City, the peach blossom fan, vaguely copying the expectation of memory, who fell in the thoughts of the moonlight falling into the country, waiting for weiyang, flowers into ruin, singing and weeping like picturesque rivers and mountains.
Who is running in the red dust, lingering in the hope, who annihilated the wind in his hand, like fireworks, hiding the spring and autumn worries, the pipa air bullet sound is slow, the splendid flowers thank Rong Hua.
Who is full of smoke and sand into the painting, the distant shadow of the world, the bright moon shines on Huafa, who plays the piano again, who plays a song of acacia for whom, Junji? That year of the remnant sun twilight, you folded the peach blossom and said that this love is flawless, junji?
That year the snow fell, you stepped on the autumn wind and said to keep the end of the world, only the road is the dark death of the years, a lifetime into a remembrance, who is day and night eyebrows in the mirror, rouge to depict thoughts, Jun does not see, covered with water three thousand, years go, Jun does not see, fallen flowers wither, Zhu Yan changed.
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