The lyrics of He Yun's love without land

Who dyed a love craze, so far, there is no place in the world Acacia.

There is no place in the world for Acacia, he was not born for love.

How many people know this poem.

A brushstroke of Acacia, a brushstroke of passing, a thought of wind rising and withering flowers falling.

Withered flowers fall to the sky, you can still remember the promise.

You ask where to borrow Acacia, marriage turned the page.

Snow dyed white head, romantic month, gratitude and resentment are evil.

The dead leaf flower butterfly reads the wind to rise, has written this pen for you.

Wait until the Acacia rain, wait until the edge is you.

I write about marriage, and I write about the Chinese New Year.

Right and wrong too lingering, the edge of the edge, scattered is the edge.

Don't ask the world of mortals to ask other places, a period of Acacia for moonlight.

I dare not ask where you are.

Northern spring and autumn into the northern Liang, Acacia bitter ah too difficult to taste.

I don't know if the autumn wind is heartbroken. I wonder if the Qin wind is melodious.

You are in the south, I go north, drink a river of water.

The water is full of beauty, and I sigh that I have never regretted.

Blame me for being too romantic. I've tasted the sorrow of half my life.

Finally remember your eyes but owe a konghou.

The konghou plays the half life recitation, the half life recitation comes the half life wish.

A song called back to the south, but it didn't change your side.

One step of Acacia, smile, infatuation is the most difficult.

Don't blame the world for my negative, blame this Acacia lost the way.

All the way to the world of mortals, I can't see your world.

Every step is too lonely.

Through Baishui black mountain, through the dim lights.

What do I have to do with the world?

A Acacia word such as prison, only the most difficult word.

Can you remember that song?

There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. You don't know if you are happy.

Don't be infatuated with love in the next life. There is no place to write Acacia in the world.

There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. You don't know if you are happy.

Don't be infatuated with love in the next life. There is no place to write Acacia in the world.