The world is falling to the cold rain, is the continuous end to long secluded alley, even a ghost of the past, I have fallen into the abyss. Sad, for your name, see your style. I remember that year Jiangnan, your sorrow, your sighs, your tired eyes soaked with melancholy, far, far away, into the lane in the rain.
I am an old you the hands of the umbrella, you had propped it "wandering alone in the long and lonely lane", inadvertently got a "sighing eyes", so inexplicable surprise for a long time, and the pain for a long time, you said it is doomed to meet God, even a brief light cast eyes, to the bottom of my heart life -- Qianshan Twilight snow
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A I'm your case before the gradually pale lilac, had touched the rain, wet in a light rain, is a named "the mournful melody of the rain" baton, sleeping a thousand years of sad seems to be at that moment comes, and then trickled into his heart. "Bluebirds don't spread the letters outside cloud, clove empty node in the rain blame", Ding Xiangyi San, only hope that hint of fragrance can replace sb. that deep sorrow, haunt you through the long years of destruction.
The grey rain and fog shrouded Lane in the rain, so dim and blurred, long Solitary lane in the rain. "How much sorrow and how many? Ichikawa tobacco, Fei Xu Town, Mei Zi Huang Shiyu." The rain do not pity all self pity. At the far end, full of twists and turns, but out of the lane in the rain. In this dark and narrow as mouth, I as a light for you -- she has over -- light is poured into the waterfall feelings, smooth writing, piteous breath
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I am a ghost -- accompany you in France had a dark day, to accompany you to experience a "suicide note" storm, stood at the end of the youth to retain a person, again to listen to the rhythm of life, when the dawn and died. A turbulent years made a poetry "beauty", I envy you your name, see your style to. Misty rain have Jiangnan, I only wish that bear hatred reincarnated girl, supporting a wupengchuan, such a person, at that moment, I only hope you not a passer, but people...... Clove, clove fragrance in spring, dreamland
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