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Jay - Fireworks are easy to cold.

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world.

The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts for a lifetime.

Such as you default to life and death, etc.

Waiting for the rings to come round and round.

Futu Pagoda broke several layers and broke someone's soul.

The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait a little longer for history to turn around.

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

Listening to youth ushering in laughter envy many people.

The annals of history are gentle and refusing, and the pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are easy to cool and personnel are easy to separate.

And you're asking if I'm serious.

After a thousand years, who else is waiting.

And Qingshi, how can it not be true Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are in a past life.

Follow the red dust, follow me, wander all your life.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is raining, the rain is raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I've heard, I've heard, You're still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

Fate is rooted in us.

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity.

Philosophy? What kind of philosophy do you want? Philosophical lyrics are generally only in operas, but what philosophical do you expect in pop songs?

It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, like this, they are all paid with broken wells, and the beautiful scenery of good days is what a day, and the courtyard is happy.

The leaves fall and the flowers bloom like strangers.

The end of the world is close to each other.

The love is deep and shallow, and it will never be seen.

Laughing at the sky and not understanding feelings.

Dedicated to the ugly original My first poem was originally written for Manju Sawa, I don't know if you use it.

"Every Step of the Way" - HITA

The sound is more leaky, and the window shadow is mottled.

Take off the jade bracelet and Mulan falls.

If there is a promise, death and life are broad.

The moon is new, and the sky is dead.

Shaohua withered Nine dragons chase the waves.

The flames of war can be thrown away.

Silhouette depiction of the palace wall disturbed.

The dragon roared into the blue sky.

See all the thirty-three palaces.

The highest is nothing more than hatred.

Forbidden Peak: My life is up to me.

What a sigh of affection the people of the world.

Four hundred and four sicknesses several times.

The most bitter is not long.

Water cuffs and then sing out the autumn water.

Negative Zhu Yan heart word is missing.

The sound is more leaky, and the window shadow is mottled.

Take off the jade bracelet and Mulan falls.

If there is a promise, death and life are broad.

The moon is new, and the sky is dead.

Shaohua withered Nine dragons chase the waves.

The flames of war can be thrown away.

Silhouette depiction of the palace wall disturbed.

The dragon roared into the blue sky.

See all the thirty-three palaces.

The highest is nothing more than hatred.

Forbidden Peak: My life is up to me.

What a sigh of affection the people of the world.

Four hundred and four sicknesses several times.

The most bitter is not long.

Water cuffs and then sing out the autumn water.

Negative Zhu Yan heart word is missing.

See all the thirty-three palaces.

The highest is nothing more than hatred.

Forbidden Peak: My life is up to me.

What a sigh of affection the people of the world.

Four hundred and four sicknesses several times.

The most bitter is not long.

Water cuffs and then sing out the autumn water.

Negative Zhu Yan heart word is missing.

See all the thirty-three palaces.

The highest is nothing more than hatred.

Four hundred and four sicknesses several times.

The most bitter is not long.

Let's listen to the river map, the writing is good.

Someone asks me and I'll talk But no one came I was looking forward to having something to say and I couldn't get loaded My mood is like a bottle lid waiting to be lifted My mouth is raising moss The more quiet the crowd becomes, the more unacceptable I want to make an accident Like suddenly singing anywhere is like opening a four-sided platform Wearing the flashest shirt is very emotional. Someone comes to take pictures to remember the slip pocket You are exaggerated when I am exaggerated just because I'm afraid If it's like wood or stone, get noticed Actually, I'm afraid of being forgotten to enlarge it. I'm very uneasy, how to be elegant? Is the world still praising silence Not enough** How can there be a topic Let me boast about being a great entertainer That year, the eighteenth alma mater prom Standing like a minion At that time, I tearfully swore that you must see me There are too many ordinary and ordinary roads in the world Which one do you live in the housing village I have been neglected too much at work in love Self-esteem has been full of stumbling Emphasis can cure hunger I know why I have never been Doing a lot of big moves and making these mistakes Do people look at me as sick You exaggerate because I'm exaggerated Just because I'm afraid Will you get noticed if it's like wood or stone In fact, I'm afraid of being forgotten to magnify it I'm very uneasy how to be elegant Is silence still praised in the world Not enough**How can there be a topic Let me boast about being a big entertainer There are not many lucky people If you haven't been a person, you know why I use ten times more effort to highlight one Is a normal person enough for me to be argumentative You call me to be pompous I am not afraid of a few boos If I have a stuffy scene in the field Do you see it hysterical enough Let's drench it with tears I just want you to be surprised Do I don't seem to exist in the old days The green tendons of the heavy stakes also appear Do I know that it exists now Stare at me Don't just look at smallpox I don't want you to drink it to your heart's content Don't forget that someone is screaming for you.