Word: Liu Siming
Song: Liu Zhihong.
Editor: Li Tingkuang
The breeze sounds like an old dream.
It's not that I'm not strong enough, how rigid the world is.
Sailing against the current is the fate of nature.
It's not that I refuse to bow my head, it's tears that sting.
Forget it. If you can, it's lucky.
If a person's heart can only burn one name.
When two people want to go there, holding hands is a world.
Life, what is there to cherish the extravagant love of tramps?
Being a brother in this life, I won't miss you in the afterlife.
Whenever it rains, the drifting river reminds me of you.
The breeze sounds like an old dream.
It's not that I'm not strong enough, how rigid the world is.
Sailing against the current is the fate of nature.
It's not that I refuse to bow my head, it's tears that sting.
Forget it. If you can, it's lucky.
If a person's heart can only burn one name.
When two people want to go there, holding hands is a world.
Life, what is there to cherish the extravagant love of tramps?
Being a brother in this life, I won't miss you in the afterlife.
Whenever it rains, the drifting river reminds me of you.
Being a brother in this life, I won't miss you in the afterlife.
The song of the sea floated across the echo in the darkness.
Forget it. If you can, it's lucky.
If a person's heart can only burn one name.
When two people want to go there, holding hands is a world.
Life, what is there to cherish the extravagant love of tramps?
I am my brother in this life, and I don't miss you in the afterlife.
Whenever it rains, the drifting river reminds me of you.
Being a brother in this life, I won't miss you in the afterlife.
The song of the sea floated across the echo in the darkness.
Whenever it rains, the drifting river reminds me of you.