I will do my best to make you happy for the rest of my life. However, the joy is hard to end, and the time is gone in vain. Sighing the coolness of autumn, singing about floating life, thinking about the moon and being unable to sleep, wearing plain clothes to wash away the dust and dirt, and not teaching the filthy heart. Twisting the soil is for lovesickness. Broken heart, long-term hatred, and finally the mist of spring and tears.
"Rao'er, I am Luan Shang"
"Luanshang, I am the queen."
If there is an afterlife, I would only like to tie up ink silk for you
"Rao'er, I am the emperor"
"Your Majesty, I am the queen."
If I get another life, I still want you to accompany me until death
The clear smoke is misty and the sound is playing. The zither ring wears a golden dream, and the golden bottle spends the empty years.
The rouge is gone, the plum blossoms are gone, the half-old red lotus bears sorrow and joy, and the fireworks are over.
The moment I leave you, the moment I get close to you, my heart no longer exists
April 12, 2014
Leave a pen. Su Rao