你说繁华落尽,此生不渝,后来踏马离去,只有伊人独泣（Are you busy fall, all over again, then riding a horse leave only person only cry）.docVIP

你说繁华落尽,此生不渝,后来踏马离去,只有伊人独泣（Are you busy fall, all over again, then riding a horse leave only person only cry） You said xishiqiao, lovers into the double hair, then a wisp of a hidden love. You said in the pond, the shaking, then dressing table mirror, tear open two lines. You say the ducks swim, play pool, then shake wupeng dream, Qingzou song from the war. You said the flowers on the dike, all in spring, then Tianya River, Ewha rain and cold You say a dream, it together. Later, how many Acacia, I speak hugh. You say mountain sunset, Ying water east, then West Canyue, faint valley. You said a cottage, West Pavilion pour wine. Later, Xuan Chuang Chou, begonia. You say a light hand bes dream, oh. Later, looking far, you know? You say the words hung cold case, month reshahar. Later, cut jade dress, often thin. You said the clouds empty in the misty rain, rejoice. Later, the residual makeup tears, Sanqiu willow. You said Lanyao Long bridge, Yuanyang. Later, clouds such as V, which through the dark. When you say the west window candle scissors, you dont have to worry about it. Later, dry ink Yin Xuan silk tears, and what You say who said vicissitudes of life, empty flowers, how to mind?. Later, the tea was cool, taking the west wind and holding the cup You get by jade brocade strings, Qingzou rhyme song. Later, deep love song Kongfu, cool autumn You say you can get ink. Heartbroken, the Xian eyebrow wrinkles. Later, the remnants of poetry, no return of wild geese, how can I look back? You say do not change with the Qing chill, falling tea dance. Later, with push cup tuning, dream west You say autumn deep to cold, South geese fly early; later on the Indus trees, peacocks southeast. You said flying for nine days, the world does not allow you to Yan, and later, thousand years dust laden, and ultimately lost yan. You said Qimeijuan, painting a makeup, then cut green cream, looks heartbroken. The day you said Iran shared hands, then hair book, snow white, bitter taste. You sai