Figure thin, alone night Acacia, several bright lights, words stained with sorrow, petal peach blossom, petal from war.
With the fence, the spring breeze can not disperse the brow bend, a few dream Yi people red makeup, mournful moon roll bead curtain, curtain tears full of face, writing words parting, inadvertently crossing mandarin ducks, listening to Yan whispering, flying alone and how many? Gently complain about the pain of parting, pale and waiting for life?
Spring light cloud cover, Acacia is getting longer and longer, whose gauze according to double shadow, make me drink how many Dendrobium sorrow? Miss dyed green hair, bleached memories, added heartache.
Love remnants, pain self-aware, a round of lonely month, deja vu, the other side, who more than a few strands of concern? Eager to see, pillow tears spread, who knows?
The night is as cool as water, watching clouds and thinking of people, silent heart broken, moon light stars sparse if nothingness. At the end of the day, the world of mortals is scattered from the war. The breeze swept over the willow silk, and the branches and buds danced with sorrow.
I do not know at this moment, there is anyone like me, a curtain of breeze empty melancholy, dream Acacia longer than the sky, three thousand green hair around the finger, heart war nowhere to say desolate.
A piece of parting, sad for a night, heartache into broken, tears clear sorrow heart like a net, winding thousands of knots. Standing on the ferry of Acacia, the paper is thin and affectionate, and the thoughts are endless. Who promised me that I would never part in this life or cry in this life? Who comforts me, my heart hurts, and my feelings are especially broken?
Lingering pen, broken heart, those thoughts, can not go back to whisper, borrow a pen to return love has died, look down to see the heart has been cold …
Author: Yu Xin
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