Singer: Karen Mok Album: Me
Word: Lin Qu: Ma Yijing
You are not Li Bai, needless to say, the dialogue of poetry.
There is no need to arrange a romantic confession after drinking.
Although the relationship failed, the dessert was great or not.
Thank you for your hospitality.
I'll pay the bill this time.
Forgive me for being in a good mood.
Why do you want to separate? I don't even want to guess.
I am not a mediocrity, and you are not a genius.
Not the kind of person who hurts me.
If you don't love, you just don't like to leave. Goodbye.
I don't want to hear anything. We don't get along well.
(Music)
I have a program in line, and I want to buy a lot of things.
If you are Li Bai
Charm is reserved for future generations to worship.
Don't get in my way.
I am not Sangtian, and you are not the sea.
Don't feel particularly cute.
Many people love each other, and many people are separated.
I don't think I am a particularly failed person.
I am not a mediocrity, and you are not a genius.
Not the kind of person who hurts me.
Not loving is not loving. If it's hard, you won't understand.
Give you a minute to think about how to say goodbye.
Is there frost already? There is such a bright light shining at the foot of my bed.
Sinking again, I suddenly remembered home. Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
li po
Martial arts expert in the imperial palace ouchi
I only have pens, paper and fists.
The enemy can't bow.
That true love is still waiting silently.
She has been in my heart for many years.
Like a bottle of old wine.
After opening it, the fragrance on my face was drunk in my dream.
She kept waving at me.
Evil forces are in power and in power.
I can never stop.
Peony flowers are full of branches.
Take a walk for her guillotine
Love and hate along the way
The patchwork of ancient and modern time and space
Love a word hides the sleeve.
Big talk can be immortal.
Fall in love with a virtual space-time
I began to like dreaming.
His smile is like spring breeze, and I bathe.
I fell in love with virtual life.
I began to enjoy my dream.
His heartbeat is like a small alarm clock every night.
I want to go back to ancient times and write a poem with him.
Let time and space distinguish between spring and summer and autumn and winter.
It hurts to think too much
His eyebrows are dark and thick.
His appearance, classical love is fixed in midair.
Is that OK