Lyrics of a copy of Fantasy Westward Journey Week

When the ancient civilization is left with difficult language legends and becomes immortal poems-how many people fought bravely for their lives in BC-Daoxiang is placed next to candy, so sweet that I really want to remember-the little yellow flower of the story of the iron box on the peninsula has been floating since the year of its birth-quietly leaving on a sunny day, in danger, baby ~-who woke up from a tornado dream and opened the ending on the windowsill-thousands of miles away. Put away the cruelty-the orcs' hooves are pounding wildly in my uniform-the chrysanthemum terrace is blue and rainy, and I'm waiting for your moonlight to be salvaged-blue and white porcelain plays Chopin's nocturne for you-I want to hold your hand like this-simply love me to climb step by step-snails want to find fault and hold hands freely-the old days when the code disappeared are199. After you left, the smell of wine curled up, and my memory was thin-an old yellow lamp in Direct Answer was silent-I still remember a rainy day when I was seven years old that year-my love rained all night under grandpa's tea rain-I remember the smell of popsicle soda in the smoke and the idle youth all summer-there is no need to ask how strong the first place was in the final battle.