I don’t know the name of an old Cantonese song. It was sung by a woman. There is a line in the lyrics: (A song and a poem will be transmitted to thousands of generations, and who doesn’t want to feel

I don’t know the name of an old Cantonese song. It was sung by a woman. There is a line in the lyrics: (A song and a poem will be transmitted to thousands of generations, and who doesn’t want to feel pain when the dream is gone)

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Unknowingly, I have been trapped in love and let the unimaginable happen

Looking at this infatuated woman tonight

Ah, red is a glass of wine, and my heart is filled with sorrow. Or sorrow

I miss you and I am getting thinner. Holding you is enough

When the sky turns red again in the morning, it is even more uncomfortable.

Let my longing turn away and go away.

Flying from a flower to a dream, my heart is broken but not frozen

Just because I know your love is still the same as mine

A song and a poem Praise for thousands of generations

Who doesn’t feel heartbroken when the dream disappears