Lyrics: Fang Gang and Jay Chou compose music.
Lyrics editor: 0932313 QQ: 383196894
A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted by carrion.
I looked at the lonely scenery with a straight face.
Without you, love and hate begin to be clear.
No, what do you care?
Pigeons no longer symbolize peace.
I finally remembered feeding vultures in the square.
I use beautiful rhymes to describe the plundered love.
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Dark clouds began to cover the night, not clean.
Echoes of funerals in the park are flying all over the sky.
The white rose for you withered in the pure black environment.
The crow is surprisingly quiet on the branch.
Listen to my black coat quietly.
Want to warm your increasingly cold memories
The life I have lived.
Ah, it's foggy everywhere. I'm in an empty cemetery.
I still love you when I am old.
Serenade Chopin for you, in memory of my dead lover.
Sounds like the night wind. It's heartbreaking
My hand tapped on the keyboard, and I really miss you.
The place where you are buried is called the underworld.
Serenade Chopin for you, in memory of my dead lover.
I play the piano incognito for you in the moonlight.
Your heartbeat still feels so warm and close.
Miss your bright red lip prints
Those broken-winged dragonflies are scattered in this forest.
I have no sympathy in my eyes.
Without you, tears are turbid.
I can't even smile without you.
The wind laughed at my sadness on the mossy roof.
Like a dry well without water.
I use beautiful fonts to describe the love I regret.
Serenade Chopin for you, in memory of my dead lover.
Sounds like the night wind. It's heartbreaking
My hand tapped on the keyboard, and I really miss you.
The place where you are buried is called the underworld.
Serenade Chopin for you, in memory of my dead lover.
I play the piano incognito for you in the moonlight.
Your heartbeat still feels so warm and close.
Miss your bright red lip prints
A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted by carrion.
I looked at the lonely scenery with a straight face.
Without you, love and hate begin to be clear.
No, what do you care?
Pigeons no longer symbolize peace.
I finally remembered feeding vultures in the square.
I use beautiful rhymes to describe the plundered love.
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