The morning glory that bloomed in the morning, emitting a faint fragrance, rippled in my heart. The wind blows, blows, blows, a flower, like a beautiful woman, tears of sorrow, reminiscent of the pipa. The music of that time, such as wind chimes, like a stream, flowed softly, and the afterglow went around the beam.
It is the memory of the wind, like white clouds, floating slowly, birds singing, lingering pity, ripples in my heart. In the memory, there is also a lamp that never goes out. That unquenchable passion, those past that go deep into the bone marrow, like a shooting star, like a night, the depth and romance of youth, drifting with the wind, remain in my mind.
Whether it hurts so much that I tear my heart out, I always try to get you out of my heart and let you find my place in the depths of the night. There is no moonlight outside the window, no wind, and no wind, so that a heart and the bright moon become eternal. Tonight, my heart flew to the Heavenly Palace. The Milky Way, Hua Xu leads the Jade Building. Flying snow a thousand flowers, my heart is like a lotus. You still have to return to this earthly gaze after all. I am the only snow lotus in your heart, quiet, white.
In this white world, the snow lotus blooms perfectly and cleanly, creating a clean natural picture. White is like a little rhyme on the tip of your pen, and the rhyme contains unparalleled beauty. Let me sing your tenderness in poetry and experience your elegant fragrance in the picture scroll. The moonlight is as clean as jade, crystal clear, bright and pure. The silver light on the ground shines like twinkling stars in the night sky. I kissed the stars of the night, my heart was like a mirror, and two white clouds were dotted with loneliness.