让一把把的风吹向天边 ，让一朵朵的云冻结在雪地冰川。那化不开的是浓浓的爱恋，忘不掉的是素手纤纤 。眼前飘动的身影，倩丽巧巧 ，萦回窈窈，在记忆深处摇摇而动，欲笑还痴 ，欲欢还愁。
听那远方的呼唤，一声声呼尽了千山万水，呼出了月上柳梢。星起星落 ，日降日升 。钟声敲动，天籁声声。一句句如泣如诉，一段段如歌如怨。唱不尽那五千年的风花雪月 ，歌不尽那几世纪的暮鼓晨钟 。
梦过一场情深意切的爱恋 ，意绵绵 。往事飘散似云烟。人无缘成双，带无缘成结。难聚首，意疏懒 。思念随千般心曲 ，万缕柔肠才下眉头，又上心头。
Night, meditation, miss the past figure
Record this paradise, I hope that the true feelings of the world
Let a hand blown to the sky, let a blossoming Clouds are frozen in the snow glacier. It is not a strong love, can't forget it. The figures of the fluttering, Qian Qiaoxiao, linger, sway in the depths of memory, I want to laugh, I want to be happy.
Listening to the call of the distance, a sound of thousands of water, exhaled out the moon. Star is up, day drop. The bell knocked, the sound of the sound. A sentence is like a prosecution, such as a song like a song. Singing that the five thousand years of wind flowers snow moon, the songs did not end the mortal bell of the century.Quiet, the gas is hard, and the heart is difficult. The clouds, the mist, telling the unhaneous love words, only the sound is constantly introduced into the heart, until the ancient aftertreatment.
Dreaming a love of love, sputum. The past is filled with clouds. People have no double, with no finishing. It's hard to gather, and it is idle. Missing with thousands of heart songs, the pixia is going to the eyebrows.
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