The ancient sad sentence of the end of fate

Fate is over, holding a Tang and Song poem, knowing each other by fate and holding hands with the world. Words are not enough, and the world of mortals is 3,000 times.

Fate is exhausted, and the book is a volume of marriage fate, and fate knows each other. The red lids on the west wing are a pair. The edge of the word disappeared and the mirror was scattered.

At the end of fate, we cut off a period of red dust years, get to know each other, and then compose an Aegean sea. Without the word "fate", Cang Sang has been separated for many years.

At the end of my life, I wrote a world of mortals, met by fate, and invited the bright moon to get drunk. The words are missing, the moon is full, and the night in the east building is sad.

At the end of my life, I put a song about the pity of a strong woman in business, the acquaintance of fate, and the shadow of dancing peach blossoms. There is a lack of words, safflower three thousand.

Fate, keep a season of love, meet each other, a love butterfly flies. If the word "fate" is missing, you can enjoy a lifetime of flowers and enjoy the world of mortals.

After listening to the rain of buttonwood trees all night, we got to know each other and put snuff on the aluminum profile stone of the thermal insulation broken bridge. The edge of the word is gone, and the lamp of a river is withered and sad.

Fate is over, sing all night, know each other, and listen to the snow flying in the west window. Without the word "fate", it is difficult to dream for a thousand years.

Fate has arrived, wipe a lemon yellow seal, get to know each other, and draw a face with a bronze mirror. Without marginal words, the cycle will eventually become empty after several generations.

At the end of my life, I picked a red light oil, met each other, and laughed and played chess on the bluestone brick. Lack of words makes it difficult to see the light.

Fate is exhausted, shaking a leaf of water and a boat, fate knows each other, and the red river is precious. What is lacking is words, full of colorful memories.

Fate, drunk a dream night to celebrate, fate met, Xiao Sheng's acacia rain. The lack of words is a lively scene in the world.

Fate, a wisp of cold smoke, wearing under the eaves, the moon sets in the cold pool to lock red makeup, add fragrance and dye sorrow, and suddenly return to the boudoir to bid farewell.

The edge is exhausted, the candle is hidden in the boudoir, the moon hangs on the tung, and the sound leaks even more. The world of mortals is lonely, and the farmer perches on the eaves.

The fate is over, and the dream is very lingering. I smell the harp, and I am lonely in the lonely grave by the window. Don't ask the cold, the harp makes people cry.

Fate, empty boudoir Leng Xiang, flowers out of court, fate. Parting from an old friend, the buttonwood was frosted, and the cold wind bid farewell to Qiuyu.

Fate is over, hanging windows for the old moon, dyeing old makeup, breeze and window comb, tears dyeing makeup. We won't know each other when we meet next year.

At the end of my life, whoever plays the piano, rhymes and worries, asks why, doesn't play the music, and dreams.

Fate, who saw the old friend Lu Pingzhou, half-spoken and passers-by, raining all night, knocking down snuff and abandoning it

The fate is over, and the flowers bloom before the court. However, when the flowers bloom and people don't return, the flowers turn yellow and the leaves fall. If they don't come back, how do you know sadness?