Since you left, no news. Since you left, I can't clear days and night, morning and evening. I accidentally see jiangnan YanLiu, luoyang peony school finder.

Since you left, twenty-four bridge is more pretty, one thousand dye dust pipa more bitterness; Dunhuang frescoes on the sky no longer clever, ink painters depict out of your appearance. All the good of delicate, pleasant mood, because your leave become flat.

I wait for you on the mountain top, I wait for you in the Yangtze river source; I wait for you in jiangnan town, I wait for you in the loess plateau. Just for waiting for you to come back to me, you're gone, I will wait for you in one thousand? If one can have metempsychosis, reincarnation, I want you to wait for me in one thousand, waiting for the sorrow tasted, acacia of bitterness mask house.

In one thousand for too long, I want you now. You fade away, boundless and where to find your trail? Wutong rain again add a few minutes but sorrow, west wind leaf dye a few inches of sadness. One thousand years later, I have weathered into sand.

Waiting for you in one thousand, after many vicissitudes, the credit to witness how much changeable, in order to meet with you?

I wait for you in honghu shore, wait for you in the suzhou river. I wait for you on the broken bridge, on both coasts to wait for you, waiting for you to return in one thousand. Why do you go to no response, all the tenderness in the wind? How did you know that one thousand years of waiting loneliness and dreariness? Waiting for you in one thousand, the bottom of the blue and white porcelain to have your signature, embroidery your fingerprints on the mandarin duck? Through the gentleness of the one thousand, you can experience the temperature of love mask house mask house ?

Waiting for you in one thousand, in north-west diffuse road far, a spring autumn sad. Waiting for you in one thousand, the love into the darkness. If there is a cycle life, I want you to wait for me in one thousand, taste the taste of acacia sadness.

If you are into the mountains, in on the shore, watch river running day and night. Then you will understand: I wait how bitter. Waiting for you in one thousand, I hope this choice, I can take.

Waiting for you in one thousand, great in the world of mortals, you are worth my waiting for?