Sing and say what sentences to match. You can sing and speak Daquan.

Light misty rain, light sorrow, light moon in the west building, light running water in the stream, light fish swimming in the water, light butterfly falling hydrangea, light rouge, light wine to solve light sorrow.

Butterflies are drunk for flowers, but flowers fly with the wind, flowers dance and cry, flowers cry and petals fly, flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers thank for whom to grieve.

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night. Not to understand, just to find your breath. In January of that year, I turned all the warp wheels. Not to cross over, just to touch your fingerprints. That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust. Not for the Buddha, just to stick to your warmth. At that time, hundreds of mountains were searched. Not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.

The world is not awake, the flowers are not defeated, the vines are not withered, and the stones are not rotten. I once took peach blossoms as my alliance and hay as my crown, and promised you a stone.

Seeing and not seeing, what the heart sees. Reading or not reading, the mirror is full of flowers. Eating color is also true, virtual Wang Hongchen. If you wait and see, dust will start and die.