Breaking the Clouds

Zhao Ziyan strokes the piano on the terrace

The moon is pouring, leaving the fireworks silent,

Tossing and turning, sitting alone with lights.

Looking forward to your return, waiting for a piece of paper,

Fuqin thoughts, borrow a ray of silver light.

A light song, complaining of helplessness and bitter cold,

The love is long and the paper is short, and the affectionate paragraph is depicted.

Raise a glass and dance, and the ancient swan song,

The sad sound in the wind, complaining about the soft intestines.

Broken dreams all the way, reminiscing people from the beginning,

The four eyes are facing each other, and tears are fluttering.

Ten fingers interlocked, but it is thin,

Wind and snow, interpreting the dream of red dust.

A lifetime of sorrow, in the smoke and rain of the years,

Connecting wings and branches, it became a former wish.

The case is full of eyebrows, which has been engraved in Danqing,

After several stumbles, this thing is not human.

On the moon on the tall building, a glass of purple wine,

Since you turned around, no one understands the silence.

Poetry and dance, who can light the music,

A handful of passing years, full of tears.

Haoyu is ruthless, with a volume of Danqing,

Destiny, the next reincarnation.

"Smoke and Rain and Red Dust Collection" Chapter 71 Zhao Ziyan Terrace Fuqin is playing in the hand, please wait a moment,

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