Lonely, sad, beautiful and ancient network name (1)
Farewell, joy, drunkenness, breeze, prosperity, emptiness, cold, fading into a song, Liangcheng alone, which year did you miss? Drunken life dreams of death, desolation is like a dream sea, half-life dreams are scattered, the end of the deep lane is cold, and people are drunk alone. All glitz is lost, and all the world of mortals is lost. What I care about is acacia, rain, light dust, flower burial, painting sand, floating life, empty dream, curtain call of residual China and cold alley of the north. Why do you want to meet and sing? In the first year of Zhili, the old things were cold in the north and the wine was strong. One person is drunk alone, Yan Ximeng. A few years later, people who drink alone on the moon are drunk and reminisce about old dreams, and they will return to their hometown to listen to elegies all their lives. plain clothes sighed. Ten miles of red makeup dreams, so Sheng resents leaving the song. How many people have been drunk for a long time? Iraqis don't forget to laugh. Drunk people sing and know each other. Memories fade into tears. Half-life wandering, singing and dancing lightly, don't leave to see the loneliness and sadness at the beginning of this dream. Beautiful ancient style screen name (2)
Looking at the world of mortals drunk, falling into the world of mortals in this life? Twilight, tears, tears, shallow drunkenness, I don't know the way home. Years have become poems, flowers have fallen, but my heart is broken, laughing and sighing. Don't forget that Pinellia is cold, Pinellia is dying, elegance burns out the sand at the fingertips, and the fate of dust is like a dream. Forget that elegance burns the sand at your fingertips. At the end of the song, people seem to have met in previous lives. If you dream, cool thin's time will be buried and the flowers will end in an empty city. If the sunrise falls, the dream is quiet, the butterfly is in love with flowers, leaving the misty rain, the ink is cold, the bamboo is sad, the ink paper is a stroke, and the melancholy string is broken. Who is listening? Why do you have to hold hands and ask about the beauty of Mo Dao? Who can make me feel at ease for the Iraqis all my life and complain about depression? After the fun, people have not returned the strings, but their hearts are broken. Prosperity is gone, dust is cloudy, and drunkenness is worry-free. Hua Xu's dream is dying. Left alone at this moment, lonely and scattered, the sorrow of half-life has become a sea flower that is easy to wither. Because of love, I have no regrets, and I hope that the wind will bring dust and have an endless love affair with you. I left this song. Tears fall into the city, but no dust is seen when you are a stranger. Tears have dried up. It rains all over the city, but it's not cold in summer. Dreams are like colored glass, and I can't recall the prosperity of the past. Cool thin lamented that things are changeable.