Mess（一）

Dreams of the petals, such as the reed Muqiu Xu, a little bit by the wind away.
Grow in loneliness and darkness where I left hand red, right hand black, in the Way of Department Shizumori a mess.
The cold, wearing a red robe silently glare into the distance Wang, Jian Mei condensation.
------- Nazhu run to the window the whole winter fragrant bloom is already blooming?
The frost has to, then a thin layer of incense, setting in whose heart?
May the same love, your face now and how many Smart spring and autumn the abundance?
How many days have passed, you still wandering alone on The path will be a long wait and I look forward to, so that every inch of land sprinkled a touch of sadness?
You meet in the spring, and now finally have a daisy abandon me, leaving behind only will you stare me in the wilderness.
Missed the spring flowers and autumn moon, we can not pass with the snow, so I would like to be near you, close, even if the storm is coming, even if death is approaching, we have to hand in hand, to face.
Hill bend, the water extension, autumn tight place, the king insisted on the love to flee, wait a moment longer.
How rivals will be willing to lose, from this lonely life?
Thus, the war expanded, smoke everywhere.
Wang rallying strokes, and death on the Chu river, with the millennium change facial expressions, such as a tiny spark still sword battle, twinkling.
Will be cold, so Wang Dacheng like how could he? Order, horses Changsi, under siege.
If one do not want to be fate of the eagle, the king in the account strategist, excite, look persistent.
On the battlefield, artillery never have eyes, but also never worried about the face of surging waves of enemies, with bursts of noise impact on the vast expanse of land, torn lives, shattered hopes and wishes.
King of the sky, the bright blood, and his sword, his cry ...... only made one touch. Violent killings, a steadily advancing, a second attack, all penetrate the bone.
Pressure over the horse pressure over the blade pressure over the bones of pressure over pressure over the grass ......
Death no longer exists, is still inseparable from the battle alive.
Think of love waiting far away, Wang smiled, calm face no murderous, not with a trace of coldness, despite the billowing smoke signals, firmly guarding their land, to lose ground.