Lyrics: An Jian
The chords of the acoustic guitar,
Cowboy's melancholy,
The air is filled with sadness.
Will you still be in the bullring,
I heard that all the cows in Madrid are warm.
It's just that everything is so bizarre.
The acoustic guitar is broken, the matador is drunk, my eyes are tired, and love is asleep.
Looking for your memory of Madrid.
Are we destined to be angels with one wing?
Where is love? Love in Madrid.
If we never see each other again.
Love in Madrid is really unreal.
I shouldn't fall in love with your bad.
Who else is playing the acoustic guitar,
Will cowboys be happy? ...
Landlord, this is a point I wrote myself. If you think it's not enough, please add a little more. I'm not very good at composing that song.
Please adopt it, thank you!