Your tears are in my palm.
Word: How dare Xia?
Qu: Chen Wei
I think distance is also a kind of beauty.
Keep warm and calm.
When flowers bloom and leaves fall in spring.
Missing and crying a few times.
Think that silence can atone.
No more tears after turning around
When butterflies dance, snowflakes fly and the spring breeze blows again.
Memories are still so heartbreaking
Your tears are in my palm.
Who can give you the happiness you owe?
Is it true love or wrong love?
It hurts too much.
Your tears are in my palm.
The fate that has been here has been divided.
Is it a new injury or an old debt?
So love becomes a burden.
I think distance is also a kind of beauty.
Keep warm and calm.
When flowers bloom and leaves fall in spring.
Missing and crying a few times.
Think that silence can atone.
No more tears after turning around
When butterflies dance, snowflakes fly and the spring breeze blows again.
Memories are still so heartbreaking
Your tears are in my palm.
Who can give you the happiness you owe?
Is it true love or wrong love?
It hurts too much.
Your tears are in my palm.
The fate that has been here has been divided.
Is it a new injury or an old debt?
So love becomes a burden.
Your tears are in my palm.
Who can give you the happiness you owe?
Is it true love or wrong love?
It hurts too much.
Your tears are in my palm.
The fate that has been here has been divided.
Is it a new injury or an old debt?
So love becomes a burden.
Love becomes a burden.