Tomb-side mourning

I
I woke up in the winter dream, and the spring is kissing my sleep! In the morning, I looked at the window and looked at me again.
When I was drunk, I wanted Dan Cai's cloud stream to recognize my colors.
Put on the embroidered butterfly clothes, Shanshan walked to the makeup platform blocked by the dust network. Oh! Show me in the mirror
The withered face, like a trembling pale withered pear in the wind and rain.
I love, I used to want to recover the beautiful yarn and sacrifice it to your tomb. Who knows the bud of youth?
I will be buried with you.

II
If my tears are really like a pearl, now I have woven a scarf around your neck for you.
If my acacia is turned into a red bean, I have accumulated a set of love for you.
Sorrow is deeply rooted in my heart.
I am willing to burn my flesh into ashes, I am willing to let the waves of my enthusiasm surging, heaven! This snake-like winding,
The silkworms are lingering, so they quietly steal the flames of my life.
I love, I kiss your tomb head grass at sunset dusk; I pray, It is a phantom dream, Let me see again
Your soul.

3.
I know that the end of my life is my hometown of death. In the future, I will also be an orphan. One day! Me
Leave the bustling man atlas, quietly buried, this sad and beautiful love is like the smoke of the clouds, a flash in the pan, after waking up fly in
My heart is full of tears.
However, I can't destroy my memories, but I can't throw the wreckage on my heart. I just want to be here forever.
Between them, to guard your tomb, sacrifice the jasmine ring.
I love, you know whether I have no worries, but I have a dream of the past. In my dream, I call your nickname and wake up.
It's just that there's a wild goose mourning in the middle of the night!

Thu
Under the gloomy canopy, there is no moon or starlight, and the universe is like the tomb of thousands of years.
The pale green phosphorus. I am weeping and weeping beside the rust, and may blow my angry heart to burn this dark and ugly
.
The devil of fate intentionally teased me the weak soul and punished me for searching for the broken dream in the cold ice and snow. Please
God forgive me and never let me kill my only life. Let me kill the evil enemy!
I love, even if the universe becomes the battlefield of emulon, all the smoke: In the sweet dream you gave me, my heart is stuck in the rainbow
In the bridge, praise the eternal life!

V.
In my town, tianyao has been in the land of the base, watching the different scenery of spring and autumn, abandoning all fame and fortune, and coming
In the desert where no one is smoke, I am sad. I climbed to the high ridge and sought the soul of the West, in the colorful glow,
Seeing the fallen hope of me.
In the distance is the ancient city of smog, and Mars is like a golden arrow flying to the quartet! Vaguely heard the sound of a knife and a gun fight, that crazy
The hot cheers are shocking! In the tomb head of the green grass, I raised the victory of the gold, drink it, I love, I sacrifice you quiet
Silence and silence!
When the sun and the moon are full, I will give you my treasure, and swear to Changkong:
May this life forever bury the enthusiasm of heroes and children.

Sat.
If life is just an illusory dream, then my lovely shadows are the whole life you have given me. Changjue
You walked gently in the woods behind me, riding a horse. I often feel that you are standing at my window, waiting for my shadows
Turn off the light. I often feel that you have quietly approached me with the sound I call you, and fell to the corner of the corner with tears. I often feel that you are standing low
In the light of the snow, I sigh with grief over the moonlight!
On the way to the Sea of dust, I happened to see a person like you. After I stopped staring, this heart! As the autumn wind swept
Ye is so cool! I meditate, and now I have the heart of love, but now it's just a quiet silence and silence in the sunset
.
My heart is a dark night dream, the cold and burning moon, my feeling is qingbi calm, never flow of the lake. Remaining month
According to your tombstone, the lake surrounded your grave, I love, this is my dream, also your dream, rest in peace, dear
Soul!

VII.
I have forgotten myself since I moved into the world. I know who I am in your soul?
Remember that night. We walked in the willows of the river embankment. We are speechless, the waves of our hearts
Only a month can understand. You lean on the tree and look at the moon for meditation, And I rest on your chest to listen to your breathing. Black Wing on the head
Flying to hide the light of the moon, you shake and ask me: what if this dark wing is our fate?
I know joy, sorrow, enthusiasm, and cold autumn. Past,
I am afraid of evil eyes, white teeth like sharp blade; I always hide under your armpit and don't dare to enter, you hold a sword,
One hand helps me trample on the ways of thorns and rush to the bright future!
Today, there are still bloodmarks on this road, and the eyes and teeth of the devil are so fierce. But I love you
Don't be afraid that I will be alone. I would like to use this slim weak Jade wrist to build that wishful dream.

8
Spring is coming, and it's annoying to trigger a peach bud and send it to the treasure! She seems to be hiding in my eyes
Intentionally filled with wind wings, blowing up the waves in the depths of my soul sea.
This world has been replaced with costumes, as charming as a girly girl. She hangs on the light green yarn and hangs on her)
Dancing in red. Standing under poplar, my heart is like a tamping, strong open fuzzy tears, fine recognize your tomb head, the grass.
Who is it? May I hate it and send it to qingkong. It tangle around my heart, like a pile of yellow
I love, I will wait for you to swing with the sword, I will wait for you to burn with sparks.

9
On the land reclamation, the fire is burning, the paper is gray and clear. This is the spring suburb of green grass. The tomb has white hair
Old Weng, who was young with red faces, sent endless memories and condolences to this cup of loess, and I moved my soul to the rest of the sky.
Sound of sorrow, fear of returning to the dead.
After the death, a happy dream cannot be resumed with the grass in the tomb. On the day of the Ming Dynasty, who knows where to send this? Sigh float
Bo I have fallen like float, and Gao Ge, and pain drink, fight drunk burn out this feeling.
I love, this cup of bitter wine carefully, invite the moon to drink with the Lone Star and tears, no matter at dusk, no matter the night, drunk lie in
Your tombstone, let's go! I will not wake up again.
Tauranting in the past 16 years