In those days, weather just also is at this moment. In the heart occupied, wine did not join labial person from drunk. Right now, leng Yu knocks a window, inside house, light is faint, incomplete is sweet wave in the wind, yi Ren is absent, autumn affection as before.
Alone you, it is the Chinese parasol leaf that scatters then, via having days wind and rain, change Huang Xie to drop off, confused confusion faze.
Still just console oneself, do not want to feel dejected. But long gown is wet already, after-thought is gone to day of thing, be person face peach blossom is flushed.
The small courtyard of that very beautiful flowers, willow is like smoke, filar silk does green jade. When loneliness is singing, yi Ren is singing loneliness, hold your hand, as detached as you. . .
