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Song Tan Tian Zheng

Song: Blue and White Porcelain Singer: Jay Chou Album: I'm Busy Searching for Blue and White Porcelain LRC Lyrics Searching for Blue and White Porcelain mp3 Download Blue and White Porcelain Ringtone [ti: Blue and White Porcelain] [ar: Jay Chou] [al: I'm Busy] [by:www.zhlrc.com from jadeshu]. Blue-and-white Porcelain Singing: Jay Chou Album: I'm Busy Lyrics Upload: jadeshu Qq:7038 19 15 Please buy genuine Jay's new album on1.2. Temporary lyrics come from the internet and will always support Xie Sumei to draw a bold outline. The peony depicted by God is as dim as your makeup, and sandalwood is in my heart through the window. I know that the semi-glazed pen on the rice paper has the charm of the maid's painting. Your smile is in bud, and your beauty is gone. Where I can't go, I'm waiting for misty rain, I'm waiting for you. Smoke rolled across the river and books were engraved on the bottom of the bottle. The open Piaoying in your room is like waiting for misty rain to meet you, waiting for your moonlight to be salvaged, covering up the ending, like blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. You are beautiful, your smile is very astringent, and koi fish, who is white and blue, is also thinking of you when copying the style at the bottom of the bowl. You are hiding in a thousand secret streams, a girl in a dream is taking a shower, and I pass by Jiangnan town, waiting for you in a splash-ink landscape painting. You are hiding in the depths of ink, the sky is waiting for a misty rain, and I am waiting for you to write a book at the bottom of the bottle. Piaoying, the open room in your room is like I'm waiting for a rainy day to meet you. I'm waiting for your moonlight to be salvaged to cover up the ending, like blue and white porcelain handed down from ancient times. You are lonely and beautiful, your smile is waiting for a misty rain, and I am waiting for you to carve an open Piaoying in your room with the book at the bottom of the bottle. Just think of me as waiting for misty rain to meet you, waiting for your moonlight to be salvaged, covering up the ending, such as blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, lonely and beautiful, your smiling ending.