broken dream Tianya

Edge of a broken dream Tianya, pillow thousands of war
Deposition time of sadness, once, once, in all thoughts gradually old. Thousands of years past, seems to be leaving only a sigh! Hundred years of transmigration, also seems to only left the memory!
A whisper, you miss. World that graceful elegance, elegant and light, with deep, sections and the femme fatale, leaving only the rolls of elegance, with strands of tenderness, lifted the curtain, shake off the secular.
A shore floc willow flying; a statue of the beautiful enough; a millennium city with Ying and thoughts. If the banks of sansei stone, carved stone 's life, why still, life has changed? If the former, you, I have not read? Why, would have lost track of time bonus shadow Chuo? If, in this life, to you I have not pity? Why, there will be out of ignorance of moonlight, tears wet face?
A red, fragrant sent thousands of miles! Instant love hates, dreams and waking state!
A cloud, a shore, fleeting in fingertip scattered; a shadow broken read, a wind, singing a sad song.
Looking back five hundred years, but the number of broken three thousand live, vaguely that year, breaking into a pillow of shattered dreams.
Mortal past, Wanzai entangled, a from the war, it is so long! A Yi I, etc. in the city with no reality whatever, either, and in the past years, swaying in the storm. A gentle, eternal life! I wonder, time sides, I Nianhua smile, is so lonely, with sleeves that dance down the youth, melancholy, auditory string, weeping song!
Xueyuefenghua, empty on the west, whose red and, to the autumn sometime, so with time into the war? If, this one season see petals red fall, also protects the tender, would you stay for me? If, in this life you with a cycle, not memory afterimage, will have no phase separation?
Numerous living beings, just because the body in such a medium!
Heart is still there, tell to xu!
Look back in the past, once the Peach Blossom Road, red had opened many? It frequents many comings and goings guest?
Year fade, fly chaos passing season, an autumn dream after falling.
The withered dusty, red dust, that is, a transient and permanent attachment. Flowers bloom for chilling, shake pulling water head missing, whisper the mind such as the fine rain. Mindful of rated life review, this five hundred years wind and rain, five hundred years, five hundred years of vicissitudes of life cycle, the fragrance with restaurant, can be in Qinhuai? Beautiful scenery in?
Troubled world, bond 's sentiment, autumn is gone, people have to go!
A mark a turn, the mountain landscape, vast, water silently!
Rush dust off, drink the wine with, in will lay a melancholy, and in the end the lock as a moment. Prosperous a few degrees, not the reincarnation of ming. Keep a hundred years, heartbroken tone, but hidden into the wind to far, come in. A dream about a dream, allure, and millennium, try out all the tears, but did not get a life, to date, her dream.
This went for many years, beautiful wait, in sad dust gradually dried cream.
Spring to spring, is beautiful is bright, eventually escaped litter. People come and go, are happy or sad, eventually escaped.
Flowers in the world, just one, and interested with sleeves, filthy language with no one who listens? The past, who is lonely who moved the heart? Who's love drunk and red? Who wait but to whom?
For thousands of years to persist, because only a promise, next life I wait for you! However, there is a beautiful dream, without a trace, woke up and can't be! There is a soul, searching, but I can not be drunk! There is a kind of feelings, in the leaf, flower, alternately is dead, always, forever,