Previous life, you are Zumo Buddhist Bodhi a harsh Road, and I shed a tear your eyes. Tear drop crystal clear, the experience of the Millennium wind snow and rain, turned into a cemented after Amber, leaned in to your body, listen to the Buddha of the Mountains Afar, the deep sentiment of the Buddha, gradually, it is the spiritual. One day, Buddha, you have to practice into a higher realm, necessary to temper the world. Before I left before I say goodbye to you. The departure of years ago that night, we did not keep time, had no choice but to seal each other in the bottom of my heart, and look forward to meet again next life, even if the world is never forgotten, my heart remains the same, no matter how many times the life of reincarnation. Wait for the millennium, the millennium through the lonely, and finally into human form, came to earth. In order to share in the hearts of thousands of savings you love, I crossed thousands of miles, criss-cross paths in the Red desperately in search of your past life figure. The meeting is waiting for the millennium craze, I Zhaobian the corner of the spring and summer, autumn and winter, alone in missing the long process of travel, a move one's lips stammered emotional lyrics, you have to play the sound of the Millennium Shaw, eager to Tage you come with me, fishing Moonlight. You have the laughing, I warm the desire of the previous life, the long river of time, I am running a long period of Heartsongs, I Qingli's face, you shine the most beautiful and splendid, and so you dance with me next month to spend between . When Chunyiangran, when the fiery summer, when the red Maple Leaf, when the snow falling, when the moon and a lack of a round, when all is no longer all come, I am still wandering alone for you. Love across time and space, time and again across the horizon, we missed the Yanghuapiaofeng the spring, never missed the spark of mid-summer day, missed the autumn leaves thurso until the snow all over the sky, will be more difficult for good Weight. Health hate this long to the parting, Fanghua evanescent, the feeling of sadness thousand knot! Back to a hundred thousand, Red Dust, my love and love, hand in hand with the situation, with the wind in a past life memory, the rain has laid the present sad, my heart thousands of films, lofty downtown, I have been flying Their own lives, why, I have a good idea of the full choke Pathetique. Tears of a crystal, there are too many of the sad, endless stream heartbreaking. I do not love you enough! In this way in the world in panic, as a morning cigarette. If I could tear you in the eyes of, I will over your face, and kiss your lips, because I really really love you better.

Unfortunately, man down, the water flow by years. Instead, the spring of sorrow dedicated to die, not hate Duyilangan off, I think from Qiu - Notes Shaohua With Shishui years, not east. Quiet time, but it is regrettable that can not spread down the winding, Kaidaotuni Hua Shi, smoke and dust, How Many? The spring still felt unable to decisively decline of the rattan. Ning desolate dead, not up in smoke. The deep wound to spend, looking for a millennium, the wind, such as heart filled with flowers, on a long night of Health. The youth, gradually into singing a song of the lonely, stubbornly Shangchun the passage of time has forgotten, still standing, and not look back the past. Chaochaomumu, Huaixiang own grief, but unfortunately Liufang dark. Did not finish the gentle east wind lead to nothing through, as recalled yesterday raised. Sad Sheng Xiao separation, pay silent, dejected look of the man down, no more, outrightly ruled out the possibility smile. For overexert open, tears still dropping, Jing Fei 10,000 to spend. Will do solitary, Hong residual ray; nightmare Xiang Wang, dressed ghost. If the sad night, quietly, Qi Huang, winding, blooming. Do not think that since the unforgettable; hung off the sound, the legislation to make the setting sun; would like to forget not forget, the situation is the most War. Italy continuous, Acacia heart strings; means Qian Qian, Fu Zhong Qu implicated. Qin's broken string, not bombs miss. Ruqirusu the song, also Ziteng Hua tears, but Wangyanyuchuan alone, but also hope that the rover is no longer time. Flowers fall down the mood, flickering silent. Ridicule in the wind, in advocating the separation. Hear lonely, sad never finish. Sorrow and death Life, love Ziteng Hua only a tree, spread Rouwan winding down, die. Even death, Bulibuqi. Health rattan wrapped around dead trees to death, the death of the tree of life and death are wrapped rattan. Rattan trees and the romantic, I not only reincarnation. Wangduan the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon, all waste of time, still, waiting. Perhaps only a promise: you are hidden underground, I wait for the world. Health comes before the lonely tree and Danding in a rattan, and so on, and then friends, love, Xu Xiang, into the end Dilaotianhuang. If the betrayal, then the tree is only loneliness, and sorrow to die down only spread. From the tree of rattan, as the water from the fish, can not be kept alone. Exhaustion of life, observe an oath, which is the Ziteng Hua Chi. Winding Goto loved the image of winding, soft mildly, is spread down the enchanting graceful silhouette. Ming-Yan Yan Bo circulation will surely have a quiet night blooming of the publicity is not gorgeous. In the darkness, such as water, slowly cruising in the silence of silent film Ziteng Hua, shake a broken dream of winding Bay. Tenacious, persistent, low-key, Leng Yan, the SOPHIE Chui Man-in with just the wound, in the noisy, quiet and calm in the Aiyan. When Vanity Fair Luo Jin, Xiao Suo life still seems like a reincarnation countless previous life, Li Chou did not cut the continuous entangled. If that Nongmo inadvertently trickle of white rice paper, ink Naduo submerged open flowers, or shine in the dark night, out Chanafanghua, Ho Chi a beautiful, but do not intend to fall into the world. Man-down miss out, just like you some background evaporation, where Falling?

Well, almost a dream, reality is so far away. A casual turn around in the dark Diezuo room, tears silently in the night air-dry, but once again it will be warm feeling into the cold winter, warm a lonely person. Wind blowing quietly, tears in the mouth of a lonely blooming water, taste told me it was a taste of loneliness. Touch of a smile to cover up the mouth of loneliness, the street lamps of a deal, my world is quiet, easy Lile Li wind chaos of long hair, but get rid of the lonely and almost empty. Matthew Lien's tired I do not know the song repeats, "Bressanone Lennon" tunes filled the night, each cell are blooming, pale in the darkness, the mobile has become a silent film background, sadness The temperature of the wet night, once again miss the heart burns. Think of me like that once Yin, May the memory of the West Lake, and the first sentence: Yin, keep in mind that when you feel lonely, I always in your side, we do not give happiness, but I We always feel it in between. Recovery of sight, a silent film that before they put subtitles, black start. Back to the thoughts, memories have not had time to embrace the past, they remain at the back of the hand in the air, shy of staying in Yefeng calm, though the moonlight to touch the cold heart, to late at night. The street outside the window will miss the old long gap, tears and smiles step with the wind, the temperature gradually faded, close to the night temperature.