Life I, flashy if the dream, there is always one, depending on your life; love to the depths, not lonely, love to regret, not pain. Cook a pot of wine, warm ice heart, drink the vicissitudes of the world; closed a window, cover the sadness, who still singing in the clouds; cut a light, through the sky red makeup, whether you look before. Wake up, lonely no place to hide, whether you still do not forget, hold a deep read, willing to use my Sansei fireworks, for you a lover.
Green Zijin, where to put the fool. Moon shadow Yinqing, joys and sorrows always ruthless. Last year, thanks, this year bloom. Time flies, the collapse of the Zhu Yan, dilute the love, thin cool crazy thoughts. Drunk soul has been difficult to Ling Bo dream, is love a blank space. Ask the world what kind of thing, straight people full of hesitation. Passionate tempting a play, step horizon, one step Cape. Play frost, scenes of wind and rain, are a corner of the world of trouble. Only the plot is too ecstasy, the play shallow, into the play deep. A desolate, very haggard, are persistent.
Like the past, can not be chased; Miao Mian time and space, the vast sea of people, and Jun meet, Mo Mo Mo forget. Autumn night cool, years of the Weiyang, you can not touch the direction of me, after this year, only dressed in lonely time.