Didn't we agree?

Just have a look

My hair is a little messy when I sink into the cold sea water.

The ship with flashing lights has gone away ... didn't we agree?

Just looking. You stood me up again.

The legs of sound.

Red dancing shoes dance with the prince

Wearing the remaining pearls

Face those eyes bravely

in fact ...

No one wants to know whether the so-called sacrifice is worth it.

No one will ask everything about Na Pianhai. Do you remember?

The last time was a choice between love and hate.

The witch is crying. ...

Na Pianhai misses you very much.

Dagger on the full moon reef

It's just a jump

Whether you are a bubble or a mermaid.

Who is the last beauty blooming for?

Mermaid princess

A hundred years ago, the world was a Wang Yang.

The mermaid princess, she sleeps in the blue waves.

Her long hair was swaying in the waves.

In the moonlight, fingers gently lifted the glittering and translucent waves.

In the years, the coral forest will never grow old.

Mermaid princess, she can sing dream songs.

Her eyes are falling stars in the sky.

Sigh for love, jewelry that condenses in an instant

Her dancing skirt is the footprint of a pearl.

The sea breeze blows the dark green hair.

She awakened thousands of fish in the ocean.

They swim, through the fleeting time, flapping water droplets.

A hundred years later, the life of a mermaid is long and endless.

The ship broke through the waves and moved slowly.

The streamer of fireworks lit up the stage at night.

The mermaid princess, she said, I want to go to the top of the sea.

Oysters bloomed on her skirt and pearls rolled down.

The little golden crown disappeared in the waves and the coral jewelry was scattered.

Mermaid princess, she raised her eyes like a deep spring.

All the fish scattered in a panic, and her heart was in a mess.

The boy on the deck is surrounded by people and brightly lit.

The princess in the spray, she blooms like a spray.

The salute roared and the waves roared.

The princess in the water fell in love with the gentle eyes of the teenager.

The princess stretched out her white finger and sang the song of the sea.

She sang about coral palaces, sunset and underwater flowers.

She sang eternal life, night dance, and dreams in the undercurrent.

The weeping princess danced her soul.

The boy on the boat is still addicted to his world.

The storm in the distance rolled up the sobs and sadness of the waves.

Mermaids have no tears, only songs and dances.

Coral fingers grabbed the drowning man's limbs and said goodbye reluctantly.

The princess found the teenager and they met in the waves.

A moment of throbbing, a moment of obsession, the princess sang softly for him.

The boy closes his eyes. He doesn't belong to the ocean.

The princess and her lover swam to the deep sea world together and wandered freely.

The mermaid princess, her long hair weaves a dense net.

Weaving her lover, interwoven with the exile of anemone petals

In this silent country

Those lost jewels are still safely preserved in the coral garden.

The sea is isolated from the prosperity of the world and the glory of fireworks.

The boy on the shore closed his eyes, as deep as night.

The song of the princess came through the waves, and happiness was in my arms.

Soon, my love, we will meet again in the palace in the deep sea.

Coral's soft fingers danced on the silver sand.

Beautiful curtains hung from the seaweed on the reef.

My love, in the depths of this world, no one can take you away.

The sun shines through Wang Yang, and we are in this eternal constant.

The mermaid princess, she printed a kiss on the teenager's forehead.

Teenagers are calm and carefree, with no smile and no temperature.

Tides blow the interface between the landing site and the ocean.

In a hundred years, all human beings and aquatic animals will also stop searching.

The mermaid princess, guarding her lover, sings her happiness repeatedly.

There are no tears, only songs, and the oyster skirt supports the lover's body.

Through this ocean of time, the words of love have not disappeared.

A hundred years later, listen, there is a faint whisper of love.