The kingdom of the wedding clothes lay in where?
who will think of each other of memory loss, dusk on streets, become mottled blurred
who will listen to the voice of the windmill in turn, in this open field a deep sadness fell...
is angel still sing, singing about each other's heart hurt.
Now the ferris wheel figure appear alone
waiting, waiting for, you pass by the form,
chi chi of feeling already into ashes,
The roses blooming this already fade... The petals of the broken pieces wilted lover's heart.
time not hesitate to swift passed, the fingers of the gentle, how many orchids feeling was broken,
fragrant incense depositing thick acacia,
there in where?
short memory to leave too much of you can never forget memories.
when this is all with breeze but go to, I still see from time to time in the sky that one carry your tears the white cloud...
now and where drift?
Perhaps in baiyun again under staged in a how touching story.
now run counter to you and I, and how will end.
here,
Is the place where we used to float, at the moment and we brushed figure,
The sky is always has too much tears, but who is who gaunt?
Is this take tears of peony, or withered roses?
is who became many,
running water in a hurry loneliness, the shattered in the dismal.
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