New arrangement: Jean Xia Qing
Lyrics: Zhang
Singing: Jean Xia Qing
Turn the wind into rain and spring, coming to you.
Dreams are like sounds, dreams are like shadows, and dreams are fingerprints in the distance.
Turn into smoke, turn into mud, turn into clouds and float to you.
Think like the sea, love like the city, love is the farthest.
You let the water of the West Lake steal some of her beauty. The days are gone forever.
Who did you promise to leave it to? You asked about the bitterness of the Yangtze River water.
There's half a lover left who can't call back.
Turn it into a poem, a pen, and a lamp that says you.
Meditate and sigh those profound words.
Become a road, become a road, become love to find you.
Love, a dream, a yearning, is the most out of reach.
You let the water of the West Lake steal some of her beauty. The days are gone forever.
Who did you promise to leave it to? You asked about the bitterness of the Yangtze River water.
There's half a lover left who can't call back.
You let the water of the West Lake steal some of her beauty. The days are gone forever.
Who did you promise to leave it to? You asked about the bitterness of the Yangtze River water.
There's half a lover left who can't call back.
There's half a lover left who can't call back.
There's half a lover left who can't call back.