The old wet man----The mountains and rivers, for June a smile

It was late at night, but not sleepy. April 17, 2015 0:43:33

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The mountains and rivers hand, for June a smile

Long Street, fireworks, you midnight oil back to see, short pavilion Short, red Roller, I put Shing.

Let him do everything voicing, for you a smile between the reincarnation of fall.

I am young, I am negative.

How many beauty weary, how many acacia broken, only left blood stained with ink and tears.

Who burned the smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal tie.

With my Sansheng fireworks, for you a lifetime blurred.

The mountain has the wood to have the branch, the heart Yue June XI does not know.

The end is who makes the string broken, the flower falls on the shoulder, trance blurred.

There was a tall building with a chaoge night string, with China sleeves on it.

Boundless Earth a sword to pull, where prosperous singer fall. Leaning on the clouds to hide the loneliness, even if others empty laugh at me.

Once spring to the beauty of the old, flowers fall two don't know.

The lights, the stars, the voice of the song, not the chaotic war.

such as Flower beauty, homecoming, back to the past, back to the original.

Listen to the string broken, broken the 3,000 entangled. Falling flowers submerged, oblivion once wind ripple. If the flower is pity, it falls at whose fingertips.

The dark clouds are hidden from the moon, and they are never so lonely.

Static flow deep, Cang sheng Tage, Sansheng Yin Clear round lack, once joys and sorrows.

Forget who first forget, little pour kingdom is the motherland. Cool refused to play, limp shadow Jinghong.

Like this star is not last night, for who wind dew.

To float the wave of the core, accompanied by June secluded alone.

Butterfly is beautiful, after all, the butterfly flies but the sea.

God is not old, love is difficult. Heart like double screen, there are thousands of knots.

Fenghua is a finger flow of sand, old is a period of time.

This time I leave you, is the wind, is the rain, is the night, you smiled, I put a hand, a lonely road will show to both ends.

A few paragraphs of the joys and sorrows ridiculous my life by me not by day.

Ten years of life and death two boundless, do not think, since unforgettable, thousands of miles solitary grave, no words desolate.

Fog scattered, dream awake, I finally see the truth, it is thousands of sails over the silence.

Finally for that a Jiangnan rain covered the world, Ronghua retreated, but a field, mountains and rivers forever.

At both ends of the sang, we stood on each other's shores.

In this way, from now on the landscape does not meet.

After fleeting dream back to Qushui side Watch fireworks Moon round.

The mountains and rivers handed, for June a smile.

Send a song, do not ask song end people gather and gather.

The old wet man----The mountains and rivers, for June a smile