Cling to the thoughts of passers-by

When the rain comes here, it will wind into a line.

Troubled us, wandering in the world.

It's fate to have you around.

Destiny is written on the stone.

Love is one in ten thousand sweet.

I would rather be buried here.

Circle, circle, circle, circle.

Every day, every year, every day, I look at your face deeply.

Angry, gentle, complaining, gentle face

We don't understand the pain of love and hate.

Everyone thinks that love is impetuous.

I believe that day will last forever.

Freeze time in this moment.

We don't know tenderness.

Thought double suicide was just old news.

Walking hurts just as much.

Only when the dream is buried in the misty rain center of the south of the Yangtze River and shattered can it be understood.

The Nian beast here is the wind.

Forgive the tourists' desire

The rain is tied in a line here.

Entangled us to yearn for the human world

In the blank space around you

The fate of Sansheng is written on a stone.

One ten thousandth of sweet love.

I prefer to hold a funeral at this time.

Yuanyuan

Every noon, I deeply see your face.

Angry tenderness blames the gentle face.

Love and hate understand our pain.

I think love is like a changeable situation.

I believe that day will never come.

This freezes the moment of time.

I don't know how gentle our performance is

I thought there were only old rumors, Xun Qing.

How do you go to more concentrated Tong Tong?

When dreams are buried in the rainy and broken understanding center in the south.