Singer: Li Jin
Album: Li Jin, album of the same name
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[ti: written by a lady]
[Al: Li Jin's first album of the same name]
[ar: maroon brocade]
[by: (Love Lyrics Network) www.zhlrc.com]
Singer: Li Jin
Lyrics: Zhou Yaohui
Composer: Ouyang Chunxue
Written by the Lady-Li Jin
Who is burying flowers? It's really pitiful.
Who hates the west wing here?
Failed the beauty.
I apologize to you.
Who stands at the window for teenagers?
Who walked to the river for the hero?
Waste a marriage.
Come to your side and have more love for you.
How many acacia tears shed into the blue sky
I won't give you a silk fan.
Send you all lingering.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All the sad ladies wrote
Don't cover your face with a pipa.
I believe I owe you in my last life, and I will make up for it in this life.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All beautiful ladies can write.
No. Finally, become a butterfly.
Make an appointment to appear for you in the afterlife and write down your vows. I will read them all my life.
History has left a message of love.
Fate lets us change.
After thousands of years
Come to your side and hold your hand.
Let the hero sing empty sad songs.
Let the gentleman sigh before breaking the bridge
How about a moment?
Come to your side and have more love for you.
How many branches have withered, and the halls of eternal life have been built?
I won't give you a plaque.
Send you all lingering.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All the sad ladies wrote
Don't cover your face with a pipa.
I believe I owe you in my last life, and I will make up for it in this life.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All beautiful ladies can write.
No. Finally, become a butterfly.
Make an appointment to appear for you in the afterlife and write down your vows. I will read them all my life.
No more plucking the strings over and over again.
Why did the sad lady write?
Don't cover your face with a pipa.
I believe I owe you in my last life, and I will make up for it in this life.
Listening to you pluck the strings over and over again.
All beautiful ladies can write.
No. Finally, become a butterfly.
Make an appointment to appear for you in the afterlife and write down your vows. I will read them all my life.
History has left a message of love.
Fate lets us change.
After thousands of years
Come to you for a living.
My wife will accompany me to write.