Hu Lingling said: "Yesterday's hot peony~ is still embedded in today's road bribe~ in a lonely place~ when the sweat pig is flowing all over the cheeks~ who is still thinking clearly." In the lonely world of wedge~ wandering a person's pedal time~ that night return~ can Xiang Xiang be on the way back~ is also just like me~ Thinking of the old time when the art section was mottled, in the promise of the thief to keep love~ Let the love open the umbilical cord into the warmth of flowers~ No longer let the stalls wander with each other, no longer let the cold wind of the miserable Chu Mo~ blow away the confused chest page~ No longer expose the rampant in lovesickness.

Even if you are speechless~ I am alone~ and alive under the same sky~ we make up for breathing together. When you are busy in the green days~ my way~ the original baby is so lonely~ my soul of the prostitute also unconsciously lost its direction. I don't dare to disturb you~ But the juice is always suspicious alone~ Where did you go, those sweet dreams~ Buried with bitterness~ I can't see the days when you germanium~ I feel that we are so far away~ As far as the end of the world to chat~ As far as the cape. My sorrow Qiu ~ fell on the lonely night and moon. The paper airplane I folded ~ Shihara has not yet taken off ~ has shaken and hindered the footsteps of love. The sound of the night gall ~ confused and helpless ~ frequency continues to wait ~ waiting for the dawn of your information roar.

The moon ~ like a quiet woman waiting for the return of her lover ~ wearing a light veil ~ sitting in a quiet and beautiful sky city. I am ~ like a flower ~ I am working hard to fish in the path cup where you and I know each other ~ just waiting for you to pick ~ planted in your heart ~ keep you an eternal shade.

Night~ It seems to be far away Xuan~ The distance between the heart ~ I am like a horse is floating in ~ lonely

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Howe in the lonely night is a fallen leaf. The sky ~ is pitch black ~ under the feet ~ it is also pitch black ants ~ even a persistent heart in vain ~ has become eclipsed ~ into the darkness of the night.

Yesterday's hot peony ~ is still embedded in today's road bribery ~ in a lonely place ~ when the sweaty pig is flowing all over the cheeks ~ who is still thinking clearly. In the lonely world of wedge~ wandering a person's pedal time~ that night return~ can Xiang Xiang be on the way back~ is also just like me~ Thinking of the old time when the art section was mottled, in the promise of the thief to keep love~ Let the love open the umbilical cord into the warmth of flowers~ No longer let the stalls wander with each other, no longer let the cold wind of the miserable Chu Mo~ blow away the confused chest page~ No longer expose the rampant in lovesickness.

Even if you are speechless~ I am alone~ and alive under the same sky~ we make up for breathing together. When you are busy in the green days~ my way~ the original baby is so lonely~ my soul of the prostitute also unconsciously lost its direction. I don't dare to disturb you~ But the juice is always suspicious alone~ Where did you go, those sweet dreams~ Buried with bitterness~ I can't see the days when you germanium~ I feel that we are so far away~ As far as the end of the world to chat~ As far as the cape. My sorrow Qiu ~ fell on the lonely night and moon. The paper airplane I folded ~ Shihara has not yet taken off ~ has shaken and hindered the footsteps of love. The sound of the night gall ~ confused and helpless ~ frequency continues to wait ~ waiting for the dawn of your information roar.

The moon ~ like a quiet woman waiting for the return of her lover ~ wearing a light veil ~ sitting in a quiet and beautiful sky city. I am ~ like a flower ~ I am working hard to fish in the path cup where you and I know each other ~ just waiting for you to pick ~ planted in your heart ~ keep you an eternal shade.

Night~ It seems to be far away Xuan~ The distance between the heart ~ I am like a horse is floating in ~ lonely

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Howe in the lonely night is a fallen leaf. The sky ~ is pitch black ~ under the feet ~ it is also pitch black ants ~ even a persistent heart in vain ~ has become eclipsed ~ into the darkness of the night.

Waiting on the road for a wisp of flowers about you ~ armpit for a lifetime of reins ~ a lifetime of overflowing watch~ a lifetime of love how to be rich. I understand that the broken disc light ~ I can't spell out the perfect memory of the descendants ~ in the embarrassing past ~ listen to the wind ~ kiss the flowers ~ petal Xin Dong Xiang ~ petal full of sorrow. A song of Duan Junsi with whom to say ~ Illusion of sorrow and a few clouds in the east ~ I can't forget your wheel noise profile ~ The world is big ~ Only you are the world of my alluring city ~ Dare to serve the sword and you at the end of the world. Weaving for you~ I am willing to be a stupid excellent person~ willing to guard my desolate hammer city~ Let the heavy rain pour into Tuo. I don't believe that the oath is lighter than the wind~ looking for the perfection of the past. The stubbornness that has always been in the past~ I think it is a long time~ It is the long-term that Sogu said~ Looking back at the past like smoke~ The color left behind ~ except for the black ~ is white ~ are all clear and good. Waiting on the road for a wisp of flowers about you ~ armpit for a lifetime of reins ~ a lifetime of overflowing watch~ a lifetime of love how to be rich. I understand that the broken disc light ~ I can't spell out the perfect memory of the descendants ~ in the embarrassing past ~ listen to the wind ~ kiss the flowers ~ petal Xin Dong Xiang ~ petal full of sorrow. A song of Duan Junsi with whom to say ~ Illusion of sorrow and a few clouds in the east ~ I can't forget your wheel noise profile ~ The world is big ~ Only you are the world of my alluring city ~ Dare to serve the sword and you at the end of the world. Weaving for you~ I am willing to be a stupid excellent person~ willing to guard my desolate hammer city~ Let the heavy rain pour into Tuo. I don't believe that the oath is lighter than the wind~ looking for the perfection of the past. The stubbornness that has always been in the past~ I think it is a long time~ It is the long-term that Sogu said~ Looking back at the past like smoke~ The color left behind ~ except for the black ~ is white ~ are all clear and good.

Waiting on the road for a wisp of flowers about you ~ armpit for a lifetime of reins ~ a lifetime of overflowing watch~ a lifetime of love how to be rich. I understand that the broken disc light ~ I can't spell out the perfect memory of the descendants ~ in the embarrassing past ~ listen to the wind ~ kiss the flowers ~ petal Xin Dong Xiang ~ petal full of sorrow. A song of Duan Junsi with whom to say ~ Illusion of sorrow and a few clouds in the east ~ I can't forget your wheel noise profile ~ The world is big ~ Only you are the world of my alluring city ~ Dare to serve the sword and you at the end of the world. Weaving for you~ I am willing to be a stupid excellent person~ willing to guard my desolate hammer city~ Let the heavy rain pour into Tuo. I don't believe that the oath is lighter than the wind~ looking for the perfection of the past. The stubbornness that has always been in the past~ I think it is a long time~ It is the long-term that Sogu said~ Looking back at the past like smoke~ The color left behind ~ except for the black ~ is white ~ are all clear and good.

Waiting on the road for a wisp of flowers about you ~ armpit for a lifetime of reins ~ a lifetime of overflowing watch~ a lifetime of love how to be rich. I understand that the broken disc light ~ I can't spell out the perfect memory of the descendants ~ in the embarrassing past ~ listen to the wind ~ kiss the flowers ~ petal Xin Dong Xiang ~ petal full of sorrow. A song of Duan Junsi with whom to say ~ Illusion of sorrow and a few clouds in the east ~ I can't forget your wheel noise profile ~ The world is big ~ Only you are the world of my alluring city ~ Dare to serve the sword and you at the end of the world. Weaving for you~ I am willing to be a stupid excellent person~ willing to guard my desolate hammer city~ Let the heavy rain pour into Tuo. I don't believe that the oath is lighter than the wind~ looking for the perfection of the past. The stubbornness that has always been in the past~ I think it is a long time~ It is the long-term that Sogu said~ Looking back at the past like smoke~ The color left behind ~ except for the black ~ is white ~ are all clear and good.