The piano tone is carved on a sad note on this life

Red dust, with dreams, however but blurred, hold a holds the gentle Moonlight, funeral flowers soul cold fangfei, semi-paper Uigurische āgama-Fragmente, light against grief with Subing.

The piano tone, is carved on a sad note on this life. Has memory fragmentation, deep red dust on the 陌, sansheng stone never separated people are scattered near the end. Residual rain flowers, listen to broken chords, across to June alone, two rows empty die young tears of the Qing dynasty, were buried in the barren past. Full of cold dreams belong, disappears into the world of a misty rain footprint, defended the helplessness of a empty loneliness to wait.

A Millennium March peach blossom into the world of the rain, and I, still, a hero in the past and in the bleak and Dim.

Beauty smile, and when making love, one crossing the Qin Guanhan month love song, Xu Xu hint of sorrow, wandering in the past. Small floor, listening to the wind and rain one night, one long hate with the Grand line, who faces over the years can still be, in cycle falls Kam in bustling during Holocene time. Edge to edge, together and apart, piano sound and awesome views of the Millennium dreams, left, with a gentle sigh.