Three lives and three lives are just a dream,

Just like the cold wind blowing,

Warm clothes smile,

Indulge in it and don't know where to return,

green silk love,

Fragrant as ever,

The past is like the wind, but it is also vivid.

The river is clear,

White clouds,

Yearning for blue sky and white clouds,

But it is like a river of spring water,

Sprinkle that sorrow.

Full of spring breeze,

Just for those few warm words,

If the heart is suitable,

The drunken birds laughed,

When I woke up, a bouquet of pear blossoms filled the courtyard,

I can't find your face.

Heaven and earth are long,

The river is murmuring,

That puddle of clear water is right in front of you,

But I can't find your face.

Spring goes to autumn,

The cold wind remains,

Lonely walk on the beach,

That's the longest thought,

Engrave the name,

But I can't remember the strokes,

His eyes were hazy and tearful.

If my heart is broken,

Sea waves,

The cliff cape is just a dream,

Sanshengshi,

I don't meet in the next life,

Wait for the leaves to see each other for a long time.

In this life,

Drunk and looking at the sword,

Dancing a piece of self,

I can't find the figure that is far away,

There was only a long sigh left for one breath.

The dream is still there,

People are empty early,

The memory is still clear,

If it weren't for fate,

Why is it still in the dream,

If the heart is there,

Love goes to two tears at a loss,

The most is a piece of autumn leaves.

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