Beautiful girls Chinese

Zither Harp Who lit the candle to illuminate the hidden game of the world The shifting of light and shadow positions like your flowing gaze who has touched the place a few words from the white palace's shallow window the most realistic imagination before your eyes What's the harm in carrying a heart full of longing and playing a thousand lines of music What's the harm in having the most tolerant heart Even if broken and shattered the echoes remain hollow At last only the heart remains with the sunset still lingering on the body love doesn't count how many ups and downs the story has had there were the most rugged waves that made us wild and free The moon's gentle light fades as sorrow lingers There are the most proud snow-capped mountains Having listened to our praises The thrilling and unusual stories of the world are extraordinary