This classic river song Although some sound and tone, but can also be classified as pure music.
Every intention of listening, will be infected by her share of sad, fascinating stats, tears already condensate orbital ... ...
is a classic song is a sentimental masterpiece.
For the first time when listening to this song late at night in early autumn.
Melody sounded in that moment, like purple Maek breeze, around the time and the air seems solidified general.
She will be in your heart, Flaring mottled silent tears, it is easy to let you into a sad swamp.
able to evoke the depths of your inner loneliness of the Okanagan's most strings.
Plucked between the blue sea toward l, peach shadow down.
Move throughout the years, leaving behind the hustle and bustle everywhere Cang Yi and the bleak aftermath.
Listen to her, you will find deep heart's share of loneliness and helplessness are endless varicose and release,
For that passage of years can not have come back, for that ignorant young vagrant situation,
For that is born for love and dying for love of the surging passion. Now re-opened and tears pour like rain.
Fleeting, Bodhi's dust, Li Li of the original on the Shuaicao, fingers lingering winds, Zheng Cong's Musical pavilion has long been silent complaining.
Only melody, is still slowly response. Chen Chin-shih heart to feel to listen to bar. This classic river song Although some sound and tone, but can also be classified as pure music.
Every intention of listening, will be infected by her share of sad, fascinating stats, tears already condensate orbital ... ...
is a classic song is a sentimental masterpiece.
For the first time when listening to this song late at night in early autumn.
Melody sounded in that moment, like purple Maek breeze, around the time and the air seems solidified general.
She will be in your heart, Flaring mottled silent tears, it is easy to let you into a sad swamp.
able to evoke the depths of your inner loneliness of the Okanagan's most strings.
Plucked between the blue sea toward l, peach shadow down.
Move throughout the years, leaving behind the hustle and bustle everywhere Cang Yi and the bleak aftermath.
Listen to her, you will find deep heart's share of loneliness and helplessness are endless varicose and release,
For that passage of years can not have come back, for that ignorant young vagrant situation,
For that is born for love and dying for love of the surging passion. Now re-opened and tears pour like rain.
Fleeting, Bodhi's dust, Li Li of the original on the Shuaicao, fingers lingering winds, Zheng Cong's Musical pavilion has long been silent complaining.
Only melody, is still slowly response. Chen Chin-shih heart to feel to listen to bar.