Felt the night, empty heart, the dream is empty. The lonely tears or sorrow, or pain, fierce the west wind, moonlight thick, drunk a cup of cold. Read free flow infusion in thousands of year. If the health quest, two would do Luan butterfly flies wing to wing. Wang Ning eyebrow, shallow sleep, your hand will never regret. Rain wind tears, time to fold a flower face collapse. Who play the lute song Acacia, Xichuangjianzhu, bang. High mountain and flowing water two-phase and immigration, Zen wind stirring, dream, wake up with pain! A drunk, this is empty, why care about who enters the scene, why was the dream is not a dream. And to trace, slowly, if my fingers touch your eyebrow bend, put thousands of strands of worry away; if I kissed your lips, is to let you forget all the once. All fantasy, Bodhi is to listen to the wind, morning bell and evening drum -- reminders of reincarnation, the butterfly spent two. Listen to the! Who is who who is in this life, love is not love, trials and hardships, the negative Buddha not qing.

I change a party, your lofty, the vast sea of humanity because only see each other eye, there can not take. Drunken laughter red three thousand, ink Yin word Mo word dies young. You said: you think, you dream of you in the eyes, in mind, you just can't see, he was in a hurry. I said: you, you are the tears, you dream, you are not clear, no hand holding, has said. Perhaps love is fate, cut in half, it is I, I is you, love conquers all scattered in the wind, red leaves into the grievances. I don't want to go to your next life, if not, turn around, after a period of. Blood Bodhi, one zero eight Acacia floor, each is a heart of glass, if you collect, use million point tenderness in, give me a call not regret in life and death.
You say life has you, I lost myself. You say I'm not the only, why would meet! In the eyes of the sky, is the blank expectations, so put heart into rain, is unable to resist rushing brim over with tears. How about, so many thoughts and screwed up, when he saw the goose yellow seems to be unable to hide one's greed Liu ya, footsteps in the spring. The whisper of wind put love into the soft songs, if looks in, don't forget to get a collection.
At dawn, the dawn away the dark phantom, tired eyes with crystal clear, perhaps the dream space, dropped a crystal. Early in the morning is still cold, like "the spring breeze of Yumen Pass", trembling heart cold joseph. The birds in the caper, a mark of smart into the heart, it is found the corner two tall Artemisia grass green, maybe I have been silly, just a little green, also squatted down, silently watching for a long time. Twisting leaves, smell the smell, hey hey, spring into the eyes. Perhaps the flowers have opened, did not go outing, not to listen to the river ice clattered away, I just imagined spring look, forget yourself through the season, picking up the past compilation tomorrow a heart. Total flowers with tears, rain day is not clear. Also a long time to see the light. And I have to pose with a tree, every word is a shadow in my heart, every write all wet eyes. Do not know how long, word came all the feelings, touching the wind kiss heart brilliant prospects.