Lyrics of old news of the river and the lake by Qiyou

Old news of the world

——BL short essay "the man of bamboo strips"

In the bamboo forest, the shadow of the crane catches a glimpse of the bird.

Don't dare to ask, for fear of disturbing the human dream.

It's hard to sleep in the river and lake. There's just the sound of bangs falling into the streets.

Who gives Acacia several heavy?

When the breeze, farewell and late hero.

Don't dare to kiss, the fragrance of medicine burns the tongue and lips.

The world of rivers and lakes is the world of madmen. He abandoned them and left them in the ups and downs of his shoes.

I was so lonely that I went crazy.

If the cliff to dream, can have "huaiya" dream?

Willing to love and hate, sew into the lines to forget.

Seeing this heart, I was born a failure.

Leave a little warmth, deep in the clouds alone, send life.

Dream of people, generous sword over the spring city.

Why don't we meet each other.

Old news is young ignorant, greedy for you and I enough to sleep together.

There's no time to say take care.

The snow is deep, and the sword light splashes on the Zhumen.

I can't bear to hear the sound of the flute from the bridge.

Old news is correspondence, the road to the best of spring and autumn.

But it's a pity to write this life!

If the cliff to dream, can have "huaiya" dream?

Willing to love and hate, sew into the lines to forget.

Seeing this heart, I was born a failure.

To be alone, to be warm.

The style of writing is in spring.

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