South, in the poetry filled over and over again you read, you want to face, walked into a palace miss heart, you is my woman on paper, gentle, soft between the lines all over, years later, still the scent of ink tempting. Deep and shallow, cloves Chou Yuan outlined under the umbrella, a look back, they lost in the Dai-colored tile eaves. Circulation Xianyin tell old times, like yesterday and introspective. I Qiannian rolled winter snows, light off, afraid to blow your mind made old love.
江南，在寫滿的唐詩(shī)宋詞里，一遍遍讀你，想你的容顏，走進(jìn)一闕思念的心田，你是我紙上的女子，溫婉，遍布柔軟的字里行間，多年后，墨香依舊繾綣。深深淺淺，勾畫傘下的丁香愁怨，一回眸，就迷失在黛色的瓦檐。弦音流轉(zhuǎn)訴說時(shí)代的久遠(yuǎn)，恍若隔世又宛如昨天。我的牽念卷起冬雪，輕落，怕吹舊戀你的心言。
江南，在寫滿的唐詩(shī)宋詞里，一遍遍讀你，想你的容顏，走進(jìn)一闕思念的心田，你是我紙上的女子，溫婉，遍布柔軟的字里行間，多年后，墨香依舊繾綣。深深淺淺，勾畫傘下的丁香愁怨，一回眸，就迷失在黛色的瓦檐。弦音流轉(zhuǎn)訴說時(shí)代的久遠(yuǎn)，恍若隔世又宛如昨天。我的牽念卷起冬雪，輕落，怕吹舊戀你的心言。