Dream is too long, the fetters of filar silk fake oakleys, layer upon layer the bound up with the future, and way too long, not when the parting, tears and the world melting, that night, YueHua water, if wind.

Cycle, a suit of lead China, dies of heart, pale, body, along with the residual around the fingers of his gentle, annihilation. Dragon troops, the sky dusty, wore even, next birth, better wrapped in May. The flower falls before the fence, a ZhangSuYan, playing a QuQingPing joy, relies on the door at king, that day, such as lower blood, grass grey.

Thousand, don't know in a few spring and autumn, how many changes in temperature, time in the strange world woke up, and lips still remain your name, and I used to think I of a problem, I wind up horse, turn to recite economy, for you in the asuras, in a world of human suffering there had tried everything--made for you all the bitter fruit, I want to kiss to taste.

Old woman ROM, please have mercy on me this single soft heart, will I pull out reincarnation, lost so much of I, abide by the so busy, and how it could. Would rather betrayal beliefs dopie , missing loved qualifications, then once again become the way that year ziphah, fallen, from the world.

But, you know, if I don't beg to eternal life, only to return you a looking back at the fingertips and with a gentle, send you I spoil the shame.

But, I dare not so brave. No static, chuang heaven and earth, the north wind cold.