Finding the path in the dream, falling into the sky

The night is like water, and the wind is like the silk bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River. The sky is filled with stars, and the profit is the charm of life. Silence outside the window , Along with the wind, will slide the hair brush up, scattered as quiet Acacia.

Tonight, I will use yuyue as a mirror to dress up for you. Collect the fragrance of Chrysanthemum, With the lotus flower woven green luoluo skirt, will be held up, forming a luoluo, with the smile of the cityTo find your shadow in the millennium dream.

Seeking for you in the sound of singing, I take the lotus leaf as a boat, skirt dancing, brewing for the fragrance of the worldWith a sigh of sorrow, the sound of flowers is quietly suspended in the dust.

Looking for you in the four seasons of reincarnation, I like the thin chrysanthemum with fragrant branches, Yi an Xiao Ling in the hairThe shadows of the season change out of the window, and wait for days and nights), Light yin into a gentle and delicate song, disappeared in the cycle of winter and summer.

Looking for you in the flowers before the moon, I put Acacia in the wind, the wine into the musicAnd then I will dance the neighborhood to dance the most beautiful dance for you., Heaven and earth, dancing on the Lake of flowers.

Looking for you in the building of the High Court, deep courtyard, not heard of beautiful people smile, empty pavilions, not see red crisp hands. Old scenery old words, such as a piece of broken strings, hanging diagonally on the mottled Wall, Vaguely playing, playing that song looks good.

Looking for you outside the border, the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty has been thin and bent by Acacia.Send Xiao Feng and a line, send a song, you are like a mirage, beautiful ethereal. Let me gently step into a slow poetry line, into the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Find you in the nirvana of the years, call the meteor across the eternal, will the past into a fossilThe broken steps walk in the channel of time and red face, listen to the wind whining, listen to the whisper of flowers, looking, Waiting, for thousands of years and even thousands of years, the dream is still not awake.

Tonight, I will dress up for you and walk you into the dream of a thousand years.