Willing to use half a lifetime of tenderness, in exchange for the king to join hands again

For whom do you deliberately dress up and wear beautiful neon clothes? The long corridor of memories alone, through the old time, supporting an old Xuan window, urgently looking for it in the cave. As a result, a peep at a ray of Chaoyang, then think of the appearance of being young, accompanied by the deceased, do not sue from the war. When lonely quietly climb to the windowsill, let your fingers misplaced, but can not hold a story, can not write a moving chapter. Farewell to that chivalrous bone tenderness, without the initial sensational thoughts, waiting for me to wave my sleeves and stop crying, I still remember the world of mortals in the past.

Break free from the fetters of fate, open deep eyes, let feelings spread for no reason, I hold hands, go to the world of mortals to enjoy some. However, inadvertently, opened the long-cherished wish of the previous life. Find a love through time and space, find a long-lost romance, who is my hope for many years? Put away the charming shyness of the girl, take a hurried step, and hesitate all the way. Not to say lonely, but how discrete, I suddenly brush shoulders with this earthly prosperity, tossing and turning in time, cut a period of missing, quietly fall on the tip of the pen, any desolate memories full.

Not to mention that when you wake up and your heart is broken, love is hard to know for a thousand years. Let my face fall on paper and write a beautiful story, whose words do I write gracefully into a poem? On the day when the flowers bloomed on the other side, I walked through the ferry of time and suddenly met you. Putting aside the reserve that a woman should have, the feelings of indulgence are out of control. If you say love, please love deeply, not all the ends of the world, why be afraid of being close at hand.

Looking back at the graceful pace, I gently raised my hand to pick up the most beautiful years of time. Dressed in plain clothes with a smile like a flower, who am I once an immortal concern? Zeng Chunzhen thought that if you look for a prosperous place in the world of mortals, you will be able to reencounter the fate of previous lives, and your heart and heart will wander around the world together. When the curtain of youth falls quietly, loneliness is stained with sadness, bitterness has nowhere to tell, recollection is like a heavy hammer at the tip of my heart. I have said to myself that I do not want to be sad in your joy, but you are my eternal sigh, vowing to be beautiful in an instant, but a handful of yellow sand many years later.

Flowers bloom for a season, and then bury the dust, once beautiful, forgotten in whose dream? In a hurry to brush between the sleeves, sighing fleeting, Yingying dressing, green hair scattered on the ground, suddenly turned around is a long way away. Put aside a frivolous love, pick up the scattered tenderness slowly. Rely on one side of silence, lock your eyebrows alone, want to trace the traces of you in the past. Give up the only humble courage, go deep into the gap of memories, to read a trace of the initial sweetness. Several times to stay, accompanied by inexplicable emptiness, is a helpless cry again and again. Hard to hold an umbrella across the stone embankment, any misty rain blurred, hazy once fell in love with the beautiful shadow, and then move forward, there is no way to find.

Ren Hongchen beckoned to me eagerly, seduced by the prosperity of the earthly world in every way, and if his heart turned water into a boat, he would no longer touch your ferry. Think that if you hold a corner and hold a wisp of the smell of books, you will be able to be an elegant woman. Familiar with quietly looking back, time will stick to my forehead. Reluctantly ask yourself, for whom have learned to be gentle, and who has been close to the fingers? Gently blink of an eye, the former bright eyes, but now can not see through a trace of sorrow. When the face gradually fades, when the vows once engraved are gone, where should I fall in love, meet a new encounter, no longer alone and share, lonely alone?

Author: Moyu