Original song: Bai Xiaobai
Word: Lin Huayong/Zhou Jieying
Song: Lin Huayong.
Arranged by Lu Taiming
Producer: Lin Huayong
Lyrics:
It's gone when you gently cross the border.
Only to find that flowers also have sounds.
As long as you, in my life
No longer afraid, time flies.
It's happiness, whispering in my ear
I forgot that the cold wind never stopped.
Until me, I traveled all my life.
I realized that the scenery is not as good as yours.
I love you, just like the wind has traveled thousands of miles without asking when it will come back.
Like the sun, it rises and falls day and night.
I love you, just like a cloud floating thousands of miles without stopping.
Like snow, it rages on the boundless earth.
I love you as fearless as a moth to a fire.
As in the past, the wind can't blow away the accumulation of yellow flowers.
I love you, just like the river will never stop.
Like a wasteland, weeds regenerate and burn endlessly.
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"I love you, don't ask back" is a song composed by Lin Huayong, written by Zhou Jieying and sung by Bai Xiaobai.
Song evaluation
The so-called heartbeat is nothing more than the wind returning to dust, and the clouds come only two points month by month. What is the joy in the heart, what is mutual pity, what is sober after drunkenness, and what is parting again. The man waved a poem, and the word is the word, and everything in the world is unparalleled. It seems that four seasons have blossomed between talking and laughing, but he still thinks of the man in white and hides his joy in his heart.
Tall buildings look at you step by step, poetry and books are fascinating, and then quietly leave, and men go to the west of the city, sighing with low eyebrows, out of reach. ?
The word infatuation was mentioned lightly on the paper. I don't know that person has a heart, and I look back every year. Huang Liang woke up in a dream in the west of the city. The flowers had fallen and there were autumn leaves everywhere, no matter when he came back. Tears fell on clothes, thinking of the fate of dust, thinking of the wind. I don't know if I miss Jun Jun, but the midnight lights are dim.