红袖舞，画笔忆 ，倾城倾国梨花落 。何以情，何以爱，细雨纷飞 ，血泪洒空江。
恋君半载 ，彼岸繁花，脉脉情意，已成过往云烟 。
直言君怜否？若怜我 ，何以拒我情谊，牵佳人之手；若否之，于我身旁驻足 ，奈何?
盛脉脉深情于笔下，回首 ，转身，依旧笑颜如花，我愿独自一人 ，徘徊长安，我心悦君，四载年华 ，独守红尘。
长安乱，烟花繁，轻启门扉 ，才子佳人成双对，独余一人 。挑灯忆往昔，清风拂面 ，缠绵无言。
转山转水转佛塔 ，转不动千年真情 。
彼岸繁花，开千年，落千年 ，花叶不想见，念你，恋你 ，不为因果。
你花我叶 ，你伴着我，我望着你 。
我一路追随你的脚步，一路寻找，嗅着你熟悉的气息 ，看着你驻足的地方 。或许，你路过的时候，也曾像我一样 ，用手心闹闹的记住每一个角落。
千年，许是太久了吧 ，你早已忘了曾经 。
The past vicissitudes
red sleeve dance, painting pen recall, the city is a pear flower. Why, why love, the rain, the blood and tears sprinkled empty river.
Good people like, unfortunate, mountain water, accepted, Japanese, a few points, 否?
For Junxi, for the grievance, love is like me, and I will see the illness.
Love is half load, the other side of flowers, the pulse, has become a cloud smoke.
Does the motback Quntu? If you pity me, why refuse my friendship, take the hand of the people; if it is, it is stationed next to me, what? I would like to give you, I am willing to forget you, I am willing to hold the hand of others, whenever night Jun Yan has not been forgotten.
The vein is affectionate in the pen, looking back, turning, still smiling, as Yan Yan, I am alone, 徊 Changan, my heart, four years old, alone in red dust.
Changan, fireworks, generous door, talented people into pairs, alone. Picking the lamp to the past, the breeze, lingering.
Zhu lips start, blow strings, smoke flow year, walk in the world, two rows, row shirts. It is already red, the flower is falling, and the moon is dark.
Turning the mountain turned to the Buddha, and he did not move the millennium truth.
The other side flowers, the thousands of years, the years, the flowers don't want to see, read you, love you, not causal.
Perhaps my infatuation is moving up, this life, I met with you.
You spend my leaves, you are with me, I look at you.
Hope is also looking up. I just stepped into this ancient city, you packed your bag and prepared to leave.
I followed your footsteps all the way, all the way, sniffing your familiarity, watching you stopped. Perhaps, when you pass, I have also remembered every corner like me.
Millennium Pursuit, Millennium, I bumbled to you, only for "the hand of the child, the old", "is a thousand years.
Millennium, Xu is too long, you have already forgotten it.
Looking at the woman in your arms, I resentful, I resentful I didn't keep up with your pace, I hate that you have already forgotten the past year..
Millennium loving in love, waiting for the millennium, the waiting, the Nako is a dream.
Why love, my Xiao Lang? Ha ha. . . Once Xiaolai is a passerby!
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