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 Posted: Tue 21:38, 24 May 2011 Post subject: If the dream unawakened , please your ears hurt ( |
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If the dream
unawakened, please your ears hurt
text / music video The Hong
short-lived Qin, Liu-Fang Fan Chen bloom only if the dream unawakened, please your ears hurt.
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have met Aboriginal Court, jade hand, edge of life and death; now off to spend looking back [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the roots of the next month, suddenly, and the king off. I like having a different kind of wine lead to a pot, drinking alone at night, once the old things like that duckweed with water to the east, leaving only the Ci Yishou. Now you walk the road full of violet, with purple painted into the distant autumn.
you know, this life before we meet with you, I have searched through thousands of miles Red terraced rice paddies? When life is endless, force is not present. Pavilion flowers, etc. I also could not drop the color, Wang Chuan Hong parting days have seen flowers before, the pool Yan. Suddenly years later, when the smoke of the evening, the situation throughout to move shallow. Here, eyebrows window candle dye, Shaohua easy to turn back is not easy. You are like the nine that fairy, from the world clamor smoke, do not understand human feelings, but difficult from so short.
you have a gentle, gave now I colorful dream in the rainbow, fade away in the wind, the wind in the sky, broken in a dream. I ask you can not go, you say this is nothing but a throbbing youth, I do not know, I do not want to understand. Perhaps we will never meet again, you give the dream, to be frozen, not revive it throb of youth, wake up, leaving only a pale sky.
next month before the fireflies all over the sky, a flash, future like cocoon, Pianpianshaonian, only left eyebrow to hang around downtown grabbing, short of the wish, forget the roots. Red Dust in you and me, why do you have to run away? Remember the cool of late autumn, south of the rain like my tears, drops falling on my heart, a broken bridge on that night alone in greeting the people unaccompanied children, against the willow dancing Su Yi, little by little blinding of breaking my heart.
Lotus Ting Qian, my tears, spilled drops of cemented the lake, just like the mirror and take care of my face, I already considered unclear who it is. That eyes facing the horizon, hope that things like smoke, how much love martyrs, past and present can not escape from that graceful song, only write down memories of tea.
this life for you, I wish I could be the pre-existence of present and read to as fly scattered like smoke.
this life for you, I would like to pour my life studying the afterlife, Xiaokan Bliss buried roots.
this life for you, I wish I could be studying life after life, independent look at the sea of where and when.
I do not know if there in your heart my traces, but I always care has become the memory of those buried ruins of our love. Lap harp sounded heartbroken, even if meet is not know, Red tears, down endless, but since the rub shoulders, has become the clouds. Dishou plucked sounds roll, please Yi Yi young.
past do not, open book pages, few ink, who was to sing the Red? Eyes at, like Ruoshui thousand tears, endless stream, who laughed Sansei Nianhua? Trance life, day and night to miss, I'm waiting for love, let my Fanghua moment for you to open, but since the past is empty, does not seem like Mo reunion.
night dream play [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], fans have butterflies flutter away, sitting alone Yelan, reminding us of scenes like when people on non-contingent. Last night black hair, twinkling of an eye into the cream, let it withered brow the Jade butterfly dream.
wine thousand, not drunk, sleep [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], drink only a solution made thousands of unhappy, who can Zuiwo years. Wife, wine light, a dream and the Millennium, past misty, magic, such as smoke.
moonlight blurred, lonely thousand lines, for whom Picking, whom look into the distance. The Hong short-lived Qin, Liu-Fang Fan Chen bloom only if the dream unawakened, please your ears hurt.
handwritten original, qq: 411582441 (write their own)
(Editor: moon)
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