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唯美古风（Beautiful antique） Still waters run deep, cang sheng song; Three raw rain or shine circle lack, one face sad and dissociative. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the world, but you are the one I love. Life is good, and death is nothing. 4. The everlasting love, the breaking of the red love. The river is lonely, the two sides are dark green, everywhere standing is your figure. The spirit of sadness is distant and untouchable sadness, such as the lonely moon, can only look at the distance. The lights of the stars, the voices of the people, the songs are endless. The dark cloud of the month, the human trace, said not to be like lonely. All stories, but wounds; The water is easy, the moon is frost. With my three raw fireworks, you are a mystery. I was young, and I was in a bad way. 11. Long street, fireworks, you look back, The short pavilion is short and the red dust is run over. I will sigh again. The end is who makes the string break, the flower falls on the shoulder, the trance is blurred 14. How many red faces, how much of a crush, the only blood dyed the mosaicus. 15. A sword of the boundless earth is broken, and where the prosperity and the music fall. Leaning against the cloud of a thousand can mask loneliness, even if the other people laugh at me. Let him have all the turbidity, to give you a smile of the transmigration. I will send you a song, dont ask me to get together. Who has set the smoke apart and scattered? Listen to the string, break the three thousand crazy. Falling flowers, oblivion, oblivion. If the flowers flow, at whose fingertips. The mountains have no branches, and the heart is not in your heart. Remember who forgot first, the country is the home country. When the water is cold, the sound of the spring is in the air. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings of the night string, and there were dancing sleeves of the city. 23. When the flowers and flowers are ready, the best man is the one. 24. Spring to the old, flowers fall to