Your beauty burns my eyes

It is the ruthlessness of the years that has eroded your fullness and suffering. The flowers that fly in the sky, no one can meet your eyes in another world.

A round of crescent moon, in the dark night, can not help but sigh. Your eyes are as empty as water. Tears, or slipped from your corner of your eyes. For him, a man you will always love.

I can't see your outline, it's already blurred in tears, you and him, can't go back. So you choose to put all your memories on hold. Even if there is a wood and stone alliance, even if you have nothing to ask for, you are close at hand, but you also see the whitehead.

Spring hate autumn and sorrow are all provoked, who is the beauty of the moon? The endless drops of Acacia blood and tears throw red beans, the end of the spring will be spring and spring flowers full of buildings, sleep is not stable after the screen window wind and rain dusk, it is not seen in the mirror is thin, can not forget the new 愁 old like water , Yu Yuan Xian Yu, beautiful jade, the beautiful encounter actually exchanged the end of the blood.

A few drops of rain, falling into the lotus pond, splashing the circle, breaking your sad back, like a residual flower in the red dust, the flowerbed in the corner, you can no longer pick up, the sky still echoes your sigh: "侬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 葬 A lonely geese glides through the clear lotus pond, and at that moment, do you want such freedom.

The long fingers licked the short piano and played the sorrow of the sound, but it seemed so helpless. The sunset is also disabling, but it is like a bloody red, burning your smile. On the pavilion, who is singing the song of the broken heart for you? Whatever is long, what is endless, is nothing but a dream of Nanke. The oath is just an excuse, a bad excuse.

Another year is Fengxiang, the most stunned. Your two frowns are frowned together, and the sadness under the fence affects the calf. If you can choose at the beginning, if you choose to escape, you would rather be poor and not be tortured in the Grand View Garden. God, it turns out that under your kind appearance, it is such cruelty.

Happiness is too fast, just cast a rush, and even a farewell is too late. The wind blows the floor and gently slams the door. You don't have time to retain it. Once again, the tears are crystal clear, reflecting the seven-color dream. The sun is still out, and you would rather stay in the night because no one can see through your pain. Looking up, I can't accept this reality. It is really beautiful, but it is so true.

The red dust of the wind and the snow, only you, not humble, shake off the dirty world, the arrogant bloom, the gorgeous dance. The swaying dress, a smile, is incompatible with the world. I don't know why, my heart hurts.

Hey, I want to wipe away all the tears for you, but inside and outside the red building, we are separated by a distant dream!

The red building is foggy, slightly contaminated, and weeping like a bead.

Talk about this article, to mourn.

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