The San San Yan son back, has anyone seen my sad, can not forget, can not cry, hope that it is drunk tea millet flowers, fireworks, only wish this life not regret not regret. The sword Lake, who saw me frivolous, orchid hurriedly, fell when young, if you lift my forehead cinnabar, wind falls, smoke can not afford, litter Confidante drunk candle light, The scenery is like a picture., dream like, I and you in the horizon. Dream in red with a few million, and, love had disappeared in your heart, in your makeup circulation of youth, only to find, you and I have is the vernacular, the ends of the earth to see the streamer fly, ask where is the date, waiting for the flowers to fill the sky, only wish is your life not forget, don't look back smile to the thousands of landscape. Fireworks in a hurry, white my young heart, time in a hurry, empty you my melancholy dream, not years monologue where memory, only to you once I walk every morning and evening. The breeze, your eyes like stars, looking back, in the early morning, see that hang in the white crane floor of the people, who is who, you I keep at the end of time, but I do not know the first bathing flirtatious, took away our beautiful encounter. life has quietly through the flat 在雨中我見過你 草在夏風中舞蹈 隔著水簾洞