两情若是长久时有岂在朝朝暮暮(国外英文资料).doc

两情若是长久时有岂在朝朝暮暮 Every spring goes to the old man and the man dies. Still waters run deep, the cang sheng songs; Three raw rain or shine circle is short, the one is sad to leave. The lights of the stars, the voices of the people, the songs of the world. Like a family of flowers, a year of water, a return to the past, can not return to the original. In the dark clouds, people trace their ways, unable to speak of their loneliness. This time I leave you, the wind, the rain, the night; You smiled and I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to the ends. It is never too old to love. The heart is like a silk screen, with thousands of knots in it. It is like this star is not last night, for whom the wind is rising. The ten years of life and death are two vast, unthoughtful, self-unforgettable, lonely graves, nowhere to be sad. The butterfly is beautiful. After all, the butterfly flies but the sea. Finally, there was a rain in the south of the Yangtze river, but after a long time, the mountains and rivers were silent. Fenghua is a kind of flow sand, old age is a period of time. I will use my three raw fireworks to change your life. I was young, and shaohua was negative. 3, long street long, fireworks, you look back, The short pavilion was short and the red dust was rolling. I sighed. Who makes the string break, the flower falls on the shoulder, the trance is blurred How many red faces, and how many of them are broken, and the only blood dyed the moan. The great earth and the earth are broken by the sword, and where are the flourishing songs and songs. Leaning against the cloud of a thousand pot to hide my loneliness, even to make others laugh at me. Let him make all the turbidity of all things, and give you a smile. I will send you a song. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the crossways. Listen to the string break, break the three thousand chi. The fall flower is the abstract, the oblivion. Where the flowers fall, the finger of their finger. There is no branch in the mo