At dawn she’d be to see mirrored hair gray; At night she would feel cold while I croon by moonlight. To the three fairy hills it is not a long way. Without the blue-bird oft fly to see her on their height?
But the dawn mirror worried the silver temples change,The night recites should sense the moonlight be cold.Bongson this goes not multi-channel,The messenger bird for goes see attentively
But the dawn mirror worried the silver temples change,The night recites should sense the moonlight be cold.Bongson this goes not multi-channel,The messenger bird for goes see attentively
