Wind

Wind, with their sleep, herring birds, across the moon in the sky to draw sad. Pear in full bloom all year, then came under the tree, drinking alone to talk, let makeup arouses pity.
Memorable III gentle, memorable sigh. Pear tree smiles are Gouliu why hard to meet. Looking back, pear into an open sea, you do not come out hiding in the depths. Rush shadows of flowers, hastily worry, not the fleeting off, the flow of the river rehabilitation. Pear petals picked up traces of water in the dim moonlight, the light dance. sprocketHate myself for not retain, Huazipiaoling artesian water, everywhere Tee Sang, covered the sky, Montreal pear, bright red for me. Sansei stone clearly said, touching each other permanently. Dream thousand turn back, smoke and dust cleared, fingertips.
Out of sight of the sky residual gentle, invisible to each other that year waiting pear tree, planted in the agreement. Slowly decaying is my silly, slowly rotting your gentleness.
Small filled lake, fishing sadness, that sadness, has degrees in late autumn.心有千千结, could not bear parting spit. Just to be with you of the butterfly. Moon-like surface of the pool, leisurely Jumping smoke, pear tree shed all lean side. Hope the new moon, like your eyebrows. With instant, greeting Floating Life.
Su-hand side has incense, Shihua buried months, any black hair flying. Pear pear trees down, out of sight of Iraqis face, the clear shadows of year can still be seen face. Difficult to meet, such sorrow heartbroken. My heart is cold, waiting for you to hurt.
Xinrudaoge no one can say, leaning pear tree by himself looking down, look in the water the moon, Pathetic thin, dim room, he saw you said work together to old age. Saw string together since you have three thousand black hair, for me I of tender. Dressing on the scene, tears of thousands of lines. Who knows, Ewha forest behind, we used to spend.
Drank alone Cheng pulls back, sigh, memories to hide in the attic windows look different Hin, you can not get out to hide in the depths of the pear. Other side of the song but still.
Pear petals scattered over the ground, quarter cycle, but not soon to be buried. I unloaded the contents of your makeup, how Stronghold full bloom, and who should I become old?
Tears like. Banchi nostalgia rice paper, falling on your face red. Can you hear, see? Not touch the night painting. That year, the Red House, wedlock, your hand, hold Xiangsi Dou.
In cold Lengyu Ye, waiting alone in the pear forest, wet Pathetic. Cold Lengyu Ye, the monopoly moon, no place to sacrifice Acacia. This Kobayashi gradually into the night, when the pear over and over and spent residue, left unattended subtle fragrance.
Years later, who a song, pear forest remains. Chanchanmianmian that song, who sings in whom, so affectionate, so grief. In the time of the tunnel, upstream, looking for the rotting pear tree before the vows. Lost and full of white frost.
After this Liyuan Opera, can not find Zaichou Mao Yin, teenage delicate features. Like the face of your past life, suspected Carve your last life, I heard you sing that song:
"Ming Bao, such as paper, Stronghold, how able to open? Died and one back, how to live over, who should I desperately love? Tears like, frowning forget, Who is worthy to phrase the end of time, is that the roots of the face rouge The wound on. "
My heart is cold, waiting for you to hurt, but unfortunately you never know ...