Wang Baochuan: "Thank you."
When autumn comes and winter comes, people will spend it and say goodbye.
Sighing that fate should not be so hard to find.
Where is the so-called love and not love?
Why would you rather be bald than wait for you?
Wang Baochuan: "If there is a road behind, you won't come back."
Time passes in the running water under the bridge.
Play with sadness and tears
It's hard to look back after a broken dream.
Playing the pipa, watching you comb your hair in front of the mirror.
Dial a spring show full of flowers and get drunk again under the moon today.
Rain falls on the branches year after year, whose white hair stays?
Let love dream with acacia.
Dreaming that we were still holding hands.
Wang Baochuan: "So, Xue Lang!"
Neighbor: "Your husband asked someone to bring a book from Wanjin for you to pick it up before going to the slope."
Wang Baochuan: "Thank you."
When autumn comes and winter comes, people will spend it and say goodbye.
Sighing that fate should not be so hard to find.
Where is the so-called love and not love?
Why would you rather be bald than wait for you?
Wang Baochuan: "If there is a road behind, you won't come back."
Time passes in the running water under the bridge.
Play with sadness and tears
It's hard to look back after a broken dream.
Playing the pipa, watching you comb your hair in front of the mirror.
Dial a spring show full of flowers and get drunk again under the moon today.
Rain falls on the branches year after year, whose white hair stays?
Let love dream with acacia.
Dreaming that we were still holding hands.
Wang Baochuan: "So, Xue Lang!"
Wang Baochuan: "Come with me!