Yi Hu Zhu, weaving a network of acacia, Li Yuge
At the beginning of the lanterns, the back of the street is like a gentleman, and I can't help but feel melancholy in my heart. A love song, looped in the distance.
When they met the red dust, they were all in the past, and when there were two people under the moon, who forgot who was the first. The story is hidden, weaving a web of lovesickness.
A bead, the star, the moon is small, Li Yuge
The stars and the moon are small, how much do you know about the flower flying curtain, and the idle window leans lightly on the incense soul. will pour tears on the red note, and no one knows.
A moment of joy is now forgotten, the heart is exchanged for lovesickness, and a glass of turbid wine is poured in the wind. The reunion in the dream is still good.
Yihuzhu, Xiaocheng Chuxue, Li Yuge
The first snow in the small town, the clear clouds dispersed, the cold wind was cold, and the old branch crow whimpered. It's dusk, and the air-conditioned windows are knotted.
The first light is full of moon, the hearth is delicate and red to the wine, and the laughter is whispering. When I wake up from a dream, who can say that I am in chaos.
Tears in the rain, Li Yuge
Tears in the rain, sorrow and heartbreak, it is difficult to distinguish the rain and tears. A dream of red dust, right and wrong.
There is always a lot of affection and often into the play, lovesick and annoyed, asking who can understand a thousand flavors. The years are in a hurry, and the people in the mirror are haggard.
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