A song that begins with me touching the darkness and looking for something around the portrait.

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Introduce some gorgeous and beautiful fast songs (the title is hard to understand, but you want to listen to them).

In the name of your father.

The cool morning dew is wet with black dresses. The stone road is foggy. My father is whispering.

The helpless consciousness can only be more cruel. Crying through bullets takes away the temperature

Every one of us has criminals who commit different crimes

I can decide who is right and who should sleep

Arguments can't be solved in endless nights

Shut your mouth, the only favor

Everyone who stands in front of you is guilty and regretful, and no way back

decides in the name of his father that it doesn't feel suitable for words

It's like laughing and staring completely with tears. My left hand was exchanged for the promise of forgiveness.

The old organ kept accompanying me in the corner.

The black curtain was blown by the wind, and the sunlight penetrated silently.

I was tamed by the animals.

Silent shouting, silent shouting and loneliness began to ferment.

I kept laughing at me, and the memories gradually spread.

The once innocent picture was cruel and gentle, and fragile time came to pray with us.

Kind father, I have fallen into watching.

No one can say that no one can say that there is a loneliness carved behind the glory.

When I close my eyes, I see the picture of that dream again. The sky is misty and foggy.

My father took my hand on the quiet stone road in walk on by early in the morning.

(Kindly father, I have fallen into a country where I can't see sin.

Please forgive me. My conceit is engraved with a loneliness.)

The mottled family emblem, I wiped the lonely light all night before I realized the feeling.

The candlelight kept shaking, and the owl looked at the distance from the window sill.

The corridor leading to the hall was as unspeakable as the vicissitudes of life.

There was no noise, only peace around me, and I slept slowly.

The day just dawned.

You should polish your eyes and remember my appearance and expression. Don't be too nervous. I am three years old. The place

is just the sunshine in the classroom. I don't like that color very much

What is more beautiful if there is no playground is in the next class

And I just can't count the answers to the exam paper

It doesn't matter if I keep working hard

Why is it difficult to raise my hand in class? Why is it simple to take online treasures

Why do girls not like being too fat? Why are other people's mobile phones ringing

Forehand serving long balls is just elementary table tennis

. Ping-pong

Swing skills Ping-pong is practicing table tennis against the wall

How strong is the first place (don't ask someone to challenge you)

How many hurdles do you have to go through (don't be afraid to tell them who is a man)

Can you not have this award (don't ask me if I just want to stay a little sweaty)

I will be my own referee (don't want to say that I choose my opponent and fight)

I don't want to keep walking like this and meet with hostile eyes every day.

Waiting for an opportunity is to defeat each other. I don't want this vain pride.

This purpose is very funny. Actually, I know that you just want to show off.

I can never do it. You can never win.

Why is it so simple to go to the countryside to find flowers?

Take the carriage to the south (why can't you catch up with this speed)

Birds fly through this alley (why can't you do it so simply)

Think carefully about this peaceful life (why can't you catch up with this speed).

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Think carefully about this peaceful life

"One Tone"

The statue in pure white is clean and unpressurized, which is very flattering

I sit in the living room and imitate the statue, but I seem to be troubled by hearing the same idea

A mystery is knocking at the top of the coniferous forest through the green tunnel. We all have the same hobby

The tassel lines on the door are shaking and dazzling < ** The tacit understanding of the same is very important

The castle with a boring book frame that is proud and won't be lonely is like a European sentiment

Facing this poster, we can enjoy it from a distance and smile, and silence can't be forged

We don't care about the weather forecast because it doesn't matter

We want to play ball, rain and jump, only watch the music channel, and we are eager to mark it in the corner of the sky

Blue is the best there, and I have a tacit understanding, so we can't forge our same tone

Set with a special bell signal

Never compare with others, only drink iced drinks, seldom laugh and eat whole wheat bread

Go crazy, lose my mood, go crazy, go crazy, I can't sleep, go crazy

Make fun of me, go crazy, I can't stand it, or if my identity is reversed

You will feel the same way about my troubles, knowing that it's stuffy and dry, going crazy, going crazy

The War of Stop

She is singing

Unbearable Injury

The script is performed on the stage

The last scene

While the whole village people are in their seats

Quietly watching how time abandoned the theater

The war stained

Her tears

Who was in the wind

Noisy about eating sugar

The dust of the lens at the beginning of this story has been covered. It flies in despair

She only sings about this song

Burning candlelight in a bad night

The sky breaks and war breaks

Mourning songs spread thousands of miles

Famine in my hometown

Innocence stumbled on this road

She was cut by Miscanthus

What is the shape of hope in children's eyes

Do you wake up with bread and breakfast? What is the shape of hope in our eyes? Is there a swing in the yard? Is there sugar in my pocket? The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred in the distance. It is barbaric. But she smiles and doesn't know how to panic. A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted by carrion. I look at the lonely scenery with no expression. I lose your love. Wake up

vultures are fed in the square

I use beautiful rhymes

to describe the plundered love

Dark clouds begin to cover the night. It's not clean

The echo of the funeral in the park is flying all over the sky

The white roses for you

wither in the pure black environment

The crows are strangely quiet on the branches

Listen quietly to my black coat. P > I still love you when I am old in an empty cemetery

I play Chopin's nocturne for you

In memory of my dead love

It sounds like the night wind

My heart is broken

My hand is tapped lightly on the keyboard

I miss you very carefully

The place where you are buried is called the Ghost

I play Chopin's for you. It's so warm and close

I miss your bright red lip prints

Dragonflies with broken wings are scattered in this forest

My eyes have no sympathy

Without you, my tears are cloudy

Without you, I even have a shadow for my smile

The wind is on the mossy roof

Laughing at my sadness

Like a dry well without water

I use it. Chapter 7 on a sunny night in December

Typewriter continues to push to the next line that is close to the truth

The fog of heather pipe floats to the withered tree

Crying to me silently

The badge of iris on the arm of armored knight in the circular square next to Baker Street

The sound of unmanned carriage in the middle of the night

The bloody opening of evil in Victorian moonlight

The disappearing hand. > the illusion that the melted wax figure is not present on the jewelry box

The contradiction leads to the evidence of his dead alley being buried perfectly

The corners of the mouth that mock the Scotland Yard rise

If evil is a magnificent and cruel movement

(then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy)

I will write it in my own hand

(then I will light up the light in the ashes).

the morning light dries up the last line of sadness

(then raindrops will wash away the dark high walls)

Black ink will be dyed serenely

(the light is off and the red curtain will fall).

the truth can only be worn to the soil without footprints

the abrupt subtle floral fragrance and deliberately conspicuous clothing

everyone wears a mask to lie for different reasons

There is only one name for motivation, which is called desire

Who can really cross the swamp of human nature without being dirty

We can forget to forgive but we must know the truth

The last picture of the moved iron bed is finally put together

I hear footsteps. The expected soft leather heel

He pushed open the door and the night wind shook the kerosene lamp for a while

The typewriter stopped at the murderer's name. I turned around

The night sky at Westminster Abbey began to boil

A gorgeous death bloomed in my chest

I tasted this last sweet truth

I smiled and recalled that justice was just a quiet development

The violin was in The Times

If evil was a gorgeous and cruel movement

. Melancholy)

I will write it in my own hand at the end

(then I will light the light in the ashes)

The light of the morning will dry up the last line of sadness

(then the raindrops will wash away the dark high wall).

Black ink is dyed serenely

(The lights are off, the red curtain falls

"The Warriors"

Moss is green in the wooden house

Meng Zongzhu, where the road is green, is foggy on the rocky pile

This seclusion is called Jianghu

Arrows are flying all over the sky

Who is crying on the wall

. It is said that martial arts can't be higher than the bell in the temple.

The wind in meditation is as calm as water.

My life is unparalleled, but I feel sad in my triumph.

I set up a tent all the way, and the bronze blade is not light and easy to use.

After my life is unparalleled, I smile and never love to fight.

I wait for foreigners to look at the sky, blood and blood as allies, and I wait for loyalty, bath and fire as dragons.

Incomplete. The dust on the horseshoe inside and outside

the city where the wolf smoke rises

This kind of world is called troubled times

The history is blurred

The rust on the knife is clearly unearthed. I am crying

I ordered you to go, you went on

I knocked on the wooden fish and began to meditate on this battle

I attacked the city and plundered it. You need courage to be cold-blooded

I cut iron like mud with a sword <

The distant flute is playing the news of your defeat.

Keeping a murderous mood and wanting to win makes me feel in control of the world.

I'm sad in the midst of my fierce victory.

I camped all the way and put down the bronze blade. It's not light and easy to use.

After I broke the city, I smiled and never wanted to fight.

I waited for the alien to look at the sky and bleed for the alliance. For the dragon

, I was dismayed and sad when I was victorious.

After I was defeated by the city, I smiled and never loved to fight.

I waited for the alien to look at the sky and make blood as an alliance, and we were loyal to the dragon.

Knight of the Dragon Wars

It was a shame for everyone to give a try.

Facing the wind, I quickly surpassed

The beast who guarded the door. Season

What is a grassy wilderness

All the legends about me

are all scraps of paper

All have to be rewritten

Humility to the enemy

Sorry, I won't

The distant dragon fights in the wild

Roars unconsciously

Across several streets

I am determined to break through this catastrophe. Swallowing the nameless monument

destroying it but not crushing it

Who am I going to fall in love with

How can the ruins be snowed?

Only ferns can grow.

Those hatred has formed a fortress.

How can I resolve

growling and threatening those dragon-shaped puppets.

The sound they can't make is called heartbreak.

I'm shocked by you and your sobbing is circuitous.

The border

witnessed everything about you

rusted Ban Ban's tears

I resolutely broke through this catastrophe

Who was hunted in this world

Who shed blood? I only saved your innocence

On the wall, I was waiting for the magic pendant

the flame to devour the nameless monument

but I couldn't defeat

Who should I fall in love with <

Dear, don't close your eyes in fright

Clown trick. Not everyone can

exaggerate eye shadow, blue and sad tears

throw a knife, spray fire, step on stilts and play the flute

I fell and accidentally burned my eyebrows.

Haha, you are laughing happily. I'm playing hard.

I only have one or two portraits in poker.

You see the importance of seeing me. Use clumsy and thrilling juggling

to continue to play the fool with you

forget all your sorrows

Listen to me, take out your money

Laughter can't usually be bought

Ladies and gentlemen come quickly

If you slow down, you won't see

There aren't many seats left

You can also take a picture with uncle joker

I'm just a humble clown <