I killed you for a thousand years, but who will accompany you in the end?

I'm covered in scars for you, but who will accompany you in the end?

I have been fighting for you for half my life, but who will accompany you and enjoy prosperity in the end?

I have no home for you, but who will accompany you in the end?

I will stand up to you all over the world, but who will accompany you in the end?

I make wine and sencha for you, but who will accompany you to laugh and talk about the world in the end?

I have 3,000 Huafa for you, but who will accompany you in the end?

I am blood-dyed for you, but who will accompany you in the end to marry in red?

I have been honored for you in four lifetimes, but who will accompany you to see all the peach blossoms in the end?

I broke the pipa for you, but who will accompany you to paint in the end?

You have killed me for a thousand years, but you don't know that I only want to spend the moon before the moon.

You are covered with scars for me, but you don't know that I only want to abandon my sword and plant flowers.

You have been fighting for me for half your life, but you don't know that I only want to be plain.

You have no home for me, but I don't know that I only want a breeze wooden couch.

You are in charge of the world for me, but you don't know that I only want to be a few feet small.

You make wine and sencha for me, but I don't know that I only want to play shrimp in the countryside.

You have 3,000 Huafa for me, but I don't know that I only wish for green silk spring and summer.

You are blood-dyed for me, but I don't know that I only want to see me in white yarn.

You have been glorious for me in four lives, but you don't know that I only wish for roses and yellow sand.

You break the pipa for me, but I don't know that I only want to pick up the lamp and book.

A kind of lovesickness, who is given a peerless elegance of leisure.

A river and a bright moon, looking back at who's lack of Gu Eye is looking forward to it.

A glass of turbid wine, meet who is drunk on the good day of the Spring Festival.

One year in spring, the peach blossoms are red in whose ten-mile peach forest.

Looking back, the thousand-year reincarnation of whose fate has been encountered.

A little Lingxi, whose infatuation is not regretted by the true love.

A cherished sentence, whose trek did the end of the world send.

After a while, the fish book sent whose lovesick tears.

A curtain of dreams, whose song is recited by the railing.

A night of frost and wind, snow and rain sent a deep kiss to whose family.

A low singing is the most beautiful in someone's heart.

A song called Passing Shoulders, that year, I stubbornly believed that the person who looked back 500 times in my previous life must be you.

There is a song called Because of Love, that year, I stubbornly told that the person who is deep in the left atrium must be you.

There is a song called "I have you in my life", that year, I persistently argued that the person wearing the ring finger wedding ring must be you.

There is a song that I don't regret, that year, I silently blessed, even if I fail, the person I loved must be you.

There is a song called Seeing Each Other and Hating Late, that year, I thought like this, the person who can accompany me must be you.

There is a song called Love, that year, I made a cold decision, and the person who did not forgive and understood must be you.

There is a song called Nothing, that year, I was so sad and miserable, and the person who hated and was sad and my cruel heart must be you.

At this point, I love so much that I hurt myself, and I still don't know where true love is.

All I know is that I used time to tell myself that I loved you.

When the winter snowflakes fall, Lang rides a bamboo horse to step on green plums. Lovesick tears from the north and south of the mountain, the fragrant wind welcomes the return of spring.

To the old white head lightly hand in hand, the veins are shy and dreamy. Thousands of words are inexhaustible, and the mountains and seas swear to Kyushu.

My heart is long, and I think about Qingzipei. I don't see each other for three autumns, and Dai Mei Qingqing repairs for whom.

The green clouds are rainy, just like the ginger girl crying on the Great Wall. If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, how can the Weaver Girl look forward to the Cowherd Star.

The slightest hair is like missing, and the three thousand troubles are not tired. Life meets like the first meeting, and a hundred years of good union will always be in love.

The long curly hair locks the king's heart, fortunately, don't forget the concubine love. I wish to have no two intentions, and the white heads will not be separated in this life.

Righteous people are righteous first, and it is difficult to draw skin to paint bones and flesh. Don't be greedy for gold and silver, don't love power, cook wine and get drunk and lie on the beauty paint.

Seven words and seven absolutes, stay until I am green and silky.

A bridge, named Naihe, on the bank of the Sansheng Stone, covered by the wind and rain, he smiled and drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and she accompanied Jun Hongchen to dance three thousand.

A river, named Lethe, ten miles of peach forest, the tip of the tongue stranded, he sacrificed the blood of the Eastern Emperor to fight Qingcang, she is the first in the world.

A tree, named Bodhi, Lingxiao Treasure Palace, love and hate are difficult to fulfill, his golden armor and clouds are in the sky, and she has been waiting for five hundred years.

A flower, named the other side, bright star, in the water, he cries like rain in the broken void, and she is slender and hand-made with a machine.

Floating dust, the vast sky, empty, clean;

When I come, my heart is broken, I am like water, I meet in what year, I forget, I remember, I remember, I forget.

Broken, eternally vicissitudes, speechless, heartache forever, suffering, struggle, struggle, suffering.

Cumin, warmth is gone, inaction, pen waving, attachment, lingering, lingering, attachment.

Solo dance, free and cold, lonely and fragrant, finally alone, catharsis, boredom, boredom, catharsis.

Dreams, rainy, foggy, difficult, dreams, innocence, dreams.

What year, the road ahead has passed, half of the body is warm, accompanied by ancient scrolls; tonight, yesterday, yesterday, tonight.

You are in Tiannan, I am in Haibei, we are at the ends of the world, after all, we are opposite each other.

The beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, the Beihai Ice Palace, we can't understand it, and it is a strange place to return after all.

You wear a shirt, I wear a winter coat, we are difficult to describe, and our thoughts will eventually turn to ashes.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, but Prime Minister Bai has no borders.

Yao sent his thoughts with Qing, and he walked with tears one step at a time.

You said ten miles of peach blossoms, in order to marry me with red makeup. Another year of winter and summer, but I didn't see you but had no words.

You say that the city is full of gardenias, not as picturesque as my smile. After another two years of winter and summer, I didn't see you but I was worried.

You said that the water lotus is still inferior to the cinnabar between my eyebrows. After another three years of winter and summer, he returned home without seeing you.

You said that Ling Han's plum blossoms have not reached half of my leaves. After another four years of winter and summer, I have seen her in Jun's arms.

Time can fade away, everything can disappear.

Souls can be annihilated, and lives can end.

Hope can be dashed, love can be betrayed.

The feeling can be relieved, and the memory is indelible.

The stigma cannot be erased, just to have you.

The world is too helpless

Ideals and bread cannot be both

It's too torturous

It's a strange world

Love and purity are incomparably rare

It's so disappointing

This world is so weird

Standing or kneeling is just as tough

It's too tangled

The world is too abnormal

Conscience and morality are mocked

It's too scary

The world is too perverted

Heavenly reason and truth have been subverted

It's infuriating

When you see a lot of dirty people, you don't feel that they are dirty

I don't feel cheap when I see more than I see

There are many profiteers who don't realize their treachery

I saw that there were many scammers and I didn't realize that they were fake

This world is unfathomable

It is unclear because of the dust

This world is unbearable

Because the long-cherished wish in my heart has not been fulfilled

I often want to say goodbye to this world

But it is nostalgic for the nature of mountains and rivers

I often want to abandon this world

But it is difficult to give up like a flower couple

Give up too much for the sake of bread

For the sake of bread hurt too much

There are too many grievances for the sake of complexion

Tears too much for bread

The bread is gone

The bread has a thin meaning

The bread was lost with an ideal

The bread had blood

There is a kind of friendship

Even if I haven't seen you for a long time

It seems like it was just yesterday

There is a kind of fate

He never said goodbye

It's already the end of the world

Between emotion and gratitude

I don't want to say goodbye

You go, I'll see

Come, I am pleased

In the moment of distress and sadness

I don't ask anyone to be pitied

Prosperous, I am soft

Desolation, my heart is strong

Life is all about everything

Make sense of the past

Cherish the present

Believe in the future

Year after year

Ask the Buddha

In order not to collect all the wicked people in the world

Buddha said

There is no good or evil in the world

The so-called wicked people are forced by good people

Everything happens for a reason

The environment determines the state of mind

Experience determines thinking

Circumstances determine the direction of life

Good people make evil people

The wicked make the good

In the eyes of the Buddha

Everything makes sense

It's just that the world is shallow

Everything is based on the result

Without asking why

The Buddha does not accept the wicked

Nor do they accept good people

Let them fend for themselves

Let them be interdependent

Let them transform each other

Set them against each other

Let them develop each other

Let them change each other

I asked

Why is the world stunned?

Buddha said

Because the world stands too low

For the world looks only at the present

For the world hears only to the left and the right

Because there is only one brain

For there is only one heart in the world

Everything has a straight curve and a high height

Everything has a front and a back, inside and out

The Buddha is in heaven to look at everything

A man is a leaf on the ground

A piece of paper writes the old summer, a lingering past.

A sad psalm alone, a broken face.

A heart-rending parting, a lifetime of love.

A self-contained thought, aged overnight.

Years and years and years,

Day and night, every day, every minute, every second;

At the end of this life, people are old, and the years are unforgivable;

What more to ask for, it is unpredictable, day and night enchanting.

Lift the pen next to the plum blossoms

The first snow falls on the silver clothes

Didn't drink three points drunk

The beautiful woman leans against the red window

The kite is drunk and the breeze is broken;

The kite flies and falls against each other,

The night is poignant and the heart is tearful;

In the middle of the night, I was drunk and decadent.

Preference for falling flowers intentionally,

Sadness is merciless.

If there is an afterlife, I will quietly wait for you to meet you before your most beautiful years, just for you to say that no one will be so good to you again.

If there is an afterlife, I will bring all my thoughts about you and love you in this life to you, just for you to tell you that I am the little me in the house.

If there is an afterlife, I will hold your hand tightly until I exert my last strength, and I will never let go of the tenderness you have given.

If there is an afterlife, I will look into your deep and affectionate eyes and tell you the story of Liang Zhu's transformation into a butterfly.

If there is an afterlife, please wait for me in that place. No, let me come to you, let me hold your hand, face the morning glow and watch the sunset step on the afterglow to the end of the sky.

A parting, the spring light is engraved in the eyes, not as good as your black hair and white clothes, into a memory;

Two or three glasses of light wine, even if you break all the willow branches, you will not stay, and you will smile and smile easily;

In April and May, the flowers are exhausted, the winter shirt fades away, the steps are light, and the grass is faint and the swing is hidden;

In June, the willows became rows, and the willows you planted when you didn't have them became the lines of poetry, and I looked into the distance where you left;

Seven or eight o'clock flowing, acacia endows a song of piano sound, low eyebrows and sighs a few times quietly;

Ninety thousand miles away, the mist of love is misty, as if I see you smiling at the corner of your mouth when you read the letter;

At the ten-mile long pavilion, I set foot on your journey with a sword and a horse, look at the road you have walked, and fantasize about where to meet you again, you are still smiling as before......

The floral fragrance rises from the bottom of the sleeve, and the sandalwood wraps around the fingertips.

The ink shadow dyes the green clothes, and the romance engraves the corners of the eyes.

In the tactful singing, the past life and the present life are insignificant.

There is a scene in the float, and a few people can understand.

In front of the gate of the old garden, the vicissitudes of the sea are thousands of years in a flash.

The sunset is dyed, the broken walls are ruined, and the beauty is amazing.

Dancing butterflies, fireworks in the world, wandering weas.

Clutch joys and sorrows, in and out of the play, a few people understand.

Even if the soldiers are chaotic and the people are sleepy and the horses are lacking, I will hold the sword in my hand and protect your "thousands of miles of rivers and mountains"

Even if the snow is white and the sky is cracking, I will hold the sword in my hand and defend your "unswerving to death"

Even if the ammunition is exhausted, life and death are not counted, I hold the sword in my hand and be loyal to your "king of the world"

Even if it is the Nine Secluded Yellow Springs, the bull head and the horse face, I hold the sword in my hand, and listen to your "kill everything"

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