That's the pain you can't say in your life. What song?

It's a pain that can't be said for a lifetime. This lyric comes from the song "Red Lips".

"Red Lips" is a song sung by Wang Feng. One of the lyrics is a pain that can't be said for a lifetime. It expresses that everyone knows it only after experiencing that kind of pain, and some of them are unspeakable! Indeed, words can't express! Only go out slowly by yourself.

Some people are passers-by after all, how to retain them will not stay for you, how painful love is! I am most afraid of meeting suddenly like that! I won't be tempted by anyone again! Fireworks and spring rain are hidden in my heart! That is a pain that can't be said for a lifetime!

Lyrics of red lips

You painted my thoughts with a touch of red, which made me fall into a rouge dream. My heart hurts as much as I feel. Most afraid of such a sudden reunion. The wind shook my memories everywhere, and I was no longer moved by anyone. Fireworks and spring rain are hidden in my heart. It is a pain that can't be said for a lifetime.

Just like the last piece of red maple in autumn night, you brushed away the past dust with your lip prints, and your lips shed tears slightly, forgetting this brief encounter. Just like the last piece of red maple in memory, layers of red maple have dyed the sky red, and the red dust has brought rouge to melt. Since then, we have never seen each other again, and the wind shook the memories to the ground. I'm not moved by anyone anymore. Fireworks and spring rain are hidden in my heart. It's a pain I can't say in my life.

Just like the last piece of red maple in autumn night, you covered up the past with lip prints, your lips opened slightly, tears flashed, and you forgot this brief encounter. Just like the last piece of red maple in memory, layers of red maple dyed the sky red, and the red dust sent rouge to melt, and we never met again.

Like the last red maple in autumn night. You covered up the past with lip prints, and your red lips glistened with tears, forgetting this brief encounter. Just like the last red maple in memory, the sky was dyed red layer by layer, and the red dust sent rouge to melt away, and we never met again.