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For whom does love blossom and fall? Huarong Road was heartbroken.

First, what happened to myopia? Why do we have to see the world so clearly? It doesn't hurt when it's hazy.

Second, the fallen petal has deeper feelings. I met an old friend in another place here. At this time, I am reluctant to leave, reluctant to get together, just to look back on friendship, send blessings to green leaves, and hope that flowers will meet again.

Third, in the evening, the sky is getting dark and the sun is setting. The reflection looks back at the water surface, and the shadow of the bridge lingers. The fleeting time is easy to pass into the other shore.

Fourth, I used time to prove my singleness, but you let time prove my stupidity!

If this is a gambling game, I will bet on myself. Win this life, lose this life.

Six, there is a moment, I hope that time will stop forever, just for a word that I don't want to hear anyway.

Seven, don't say "love one" easily, the promise made is the debt owed!

Eight, through the Millennium tears, I see endless thoughts. Beyond a thousand years of love, what I see is a faint sadness of parting.

Nine, what if you feel uncomfortable, life will continue. That is the reality. Without mercy, you will lose if you don't argue.

Ten, it turns out that we are all narcissists. Look, a false feeling, a hypocrisy.

We became the most familiar strangers in the world. In the future, each has its own twists and turns, and each has its own sadness.

Twelve, I feel far away when I think about it. When I remember, if I laughed, would it hurt others or myself? If a person loves another person, is it fingertip pain or heart pain? I never dared or wanted to define our past. Love one, why not love one, why not part? It's always hard to reconcile! Turn around and talk about it.

Thirteen, a love and a feeling can be given to others, but fate doomed me not to love a person.

Fourteen, no concept, no brain, no wrinkle needle, that is to say, whether my brain has a wrinkle needle, it is estimated that there are no wrinkles.

15. Who are the flowers blooming and falling? Hua Ronghua was heartbroken.

Sixteen, I used to sit on earth, but I abandoned my prosperity in front of you. I lost my life, but at your request, I accompanied you everywhere.

Seventeen, miss day and night. It is always your time.

Behind every man who gives, there is a woman who hurts him the most.

Nineteen, next life, I want to be a fish, only three seconds of memory, can't remember sad things.

Twenty, just kidding, how can you do this and not even give me room for discussion?

No matter how sweet the phone is, no matter how comforting the fax is, it is not enough to cope with the distance that I can't hug you.

Twenty-two, the residual rain leaves the eaves, and the breeze returns. I miss the absence of Iraqis, and the coolness is deep and sad.

Twenty-three, my back is full of tears and my back is hurt. The white butterfly is inserted, and there is also a long love, and there are also many tears, singing alone.

There is no chance between flowers and leaves in the poem about flowers on the other side.

Flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and leaves and flowers will never meet. Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate. When the flowers bloom on the other side, only one group is red; Flowers bloom without leaves, and leaves grow without flowers; Miss each other but can't meet each other, alone on the other side.

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Flowers on the other side, flowers of hell.

We promised in front of the flowers on the other side

I will always be with you, unless you leave me.

But after the flowers wither,

Commitment is like the wind.

Only.

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Vernal equinox flower

The sadness of past lives;

Naihe bridge,

The fetters of this life

Like blood, like fire, dancing in sadness;

Abandoned, forgotten, reborn in despair.

Confused, I saw the fiery figure in front of me.

Get lost and catch a glimpse of the bridge around you.

Confusion, despair, loss, rebirth,

We walked like this,

Loss of life,

Time goes by, walking,

Only then did I realize that it was all over.

Or the soul becomes a red flame,

Or lose everything in this life and be reborn.

Pick a flower on the other side,

Drink a bowl of Mengpo tea.

Dark world,

Stay away or return.

Flowers on the other side, on the other side,

Out of reach,

How sad it is;

Naiheqiao, what can I do?

If you don't give up, you will be left behind.

How helpless.

Squat down and touch the flowers on the other side;

Tilt your head and observe the Naihe Bridge.

Past lives,

A sad and desperate world,

Is it nostalgia? Is it discarded?

Staring at the darkness of the world,

Leaving cold tears,

Still holding a little reluctant mood.

All this can only be chosen by ourselves.

In other words, you can't choose for yourself. ......

Fennel.

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Flowers bloom on the other side,

Flowers bloom and fall.

Cause and effect are doomed to life and death,

Sansheng stone is predestined friends.

Flowers and leaves are divided into two stages.

Naiheqiao has been waiting for thousands of years.

Meng Po had a bowl of soup in his stomach.

It's hard to forget by the Santu River.

-Stealing jade

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The other side is always the opposite.

Forget Sichuan's past life.

The dream that bloomed like blood began to entangle an unreachable cotton.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, looking forward to reincarnation, the most cruel melancholy.

Why can the eternal expectation only be exchanged for the distant shore?

In previous lives, I could never reach the other side with you.

The water bloom only recalls the love and affection that was once unforgettable.

Above the grave, I am indifferent to the souls that come and go in a hurry.

Tears, dreams and the world of mortals can't resist the fleeting time.

Time can make everything disappear, but between laughter and laughter.

The flame of life is extinguished bit by bit. Everything in the world is inferior to you and me.

Flowers bloom and fall, and you have no complaints when you are calm.

Remember, miss, remember and love you forever.

The flowers on the other side are in love, forgetfulness and despair.

Forget it? What do you mean, desperate? Set sail on the other side.

After several generations of reincarnation, we are doomed to tragedy.

Sigh and forget the other side of the river.

Exile memories, everything is long gone.

The beginning of reincarnation only sees the final outcome.

Time flies through your fingers.

A love, a love lost in my heart.

leaving no trace

The eternal distance on the other side

unparalleled

Reappear the loneliness of the past

Unable to disobey

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There are flowers on the other side,

There is no chance between flowers and leaves.

Forget Sichuan, the waves are calm,

There is a natural barrier between him and the coast.

The passers-by of the fire are long,

Cause and effect are scattered in past lives.

May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad.

Flowers bloom and leaves fall, goodbye.

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Flower of the other shore

Rain and dew wet the moss, and purple flowers are still blooming. On the stone steps, Jade Man never came. I think the moon will be there tomorrow, and the moon will be foggy. Look up at the oblique path and forget to cross it.

I love the other shore and everything is in my heart. Flowers and leaves will never be seen, but they will bloom for two generations. It's empty, and there are three roads every other day. Flowers bury the fire, accompanied by leaves into love.

Quietly, looking into the air, thinking of jade people, never listening. Vaguely leave songs, rain falls on the whole city, flowers fall and fly, and long purples erode the road. It's as if I saw the African-American dragon's paw blossom, and three roads were forgotten in Cheng Nan. Listening to the rain alone in the tall building, raising a glass to invite the shadows to recall the old feelings. Drunk as a fiddler, knocking on the bronze bell, rarely falling into the river.

The lake is full of tears. I want to be calm, too. It's hard to be calm again. It is because I dream of keeping an isolated city, which is infinitely fragrant and avoids all beings, so melodramatic!

-Pale inflammation of water

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On the other side of Huang Zhao, flowers bloom for thousands of years.

Love is not a cause and effect, and the fallen leaves come back to the roots for another thousand years.

Phyl

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Legend has it that there is a kind of flower called the other side flower.

It is the memory of past lives and the witness of the afterlife.

Walking on Naihe Bridge

A dim old lamp, a worn bronze mirror

She and his past have long been engraved on the stone of Sansheng.

Flower demon manzhu, leaf demon shahua

Finally, I will never see you again.

So, what about them?

Drink a bowl of mengpo soup

Everything in front of me disappeared.

On the way to death, blood-like flowers are blooming.

The fragrance of flowers on the other side awakens memories of the past.

In my mind, a confused figure.

The lone star crossed

Close your hands and close your eyes.

Go back together.

Pretend it hasn't changed.

Sakamoto of Santu River

look back

Hua Wu ye Yan

-Thousand Feathers/Little Xiao Kui

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