After separation, I looked for the other half again. After a long time, I have some feelings about the past, and finally I expressed my feelings and sighs about this love: it is rare to find a loving partner in life.
In this film, A Lang's life is very miserable. When he and Bobo grew up alone, they missed ten years of experience. In the meantime, A Lang and his son have been living together. A Lang always blames Bobo, and Bobo also blames A Lang for being a playboy.
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It's hard to forget the change of your face.
The relaxed and happy old days just slipped away.
I haven't looked back for years.
The vast horizon road is your wandering.
Looking for it for a long time is my step.
The dark and lonely pillow is your tenderness.
When I woke up in the morning, it was my sadness.
Maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down and the tired birds come back.
You will embark on the old road of going home.
It is rare to find a bosom friend in life.
After all, life is a blue and white cloud that is hard to give up.
Thunder and rain are at my window.
It's hard to forget the change you left.
Lonely mood after a lonely figure.
It is my eyes that never complain.
The vast horizon road is your wandering.
Looking for it for a long time is my step.
The dark and lonely pillow is your tenderness.
When I woke up in the morning, it was my sadness.
Maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down and the tired birds come back.
You will embark on the old road of going home.
It is rare to find a bosom friend in life.
It's hard to forget the change of your face.
The relaxed and happy old days just slipped away.
I haven't looked back for years.
The vast horizon road is your wandering.
Looking for it for a long time is my step.
The dark and lonely pillow is your tenderness.
When I woke up in the morning, it was my sadness.
Maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down and the tired birds come back.
You will embark on the old road of going home.
It is rare to find a bosom friend in life.
After all, life is a blue and white cloud that is hard to give up.
Thunder and rain are at my window.
It's hard to forget the change you left.
Lonely mood after a lonely figure.
It is my eyes that never complain.
The vast horizon road is your wandering.
Looking for it for a long time is my step.
The dark and lonely pillow is your tenderness.
When I woke up in the morning, it was my sadness.
Maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down and the tired birds come back.
You will embark on the old road of going home.
It is rare to find a bosom friend in life.