& lt Don't you like her > Nan Quan Mama?
The bleak wind outside the window accelerated loneliness.
Pointers are entangled, and tenderness can't entangle our promises.
After the memory is over, love is still at the source.
Maple leaves have fallen, and late autumn can't wait for me.
Oh, ouch, ouch, why didn't you say you were leaving?
Oh, it's me again It's always my fault.
If love wanders and gets lost and is buried by time (by moonlight)
Oh, love me, love me. How can you say that?
Oh, wave, wave, tell me to be careful.
The moonlight blown by the wind has reached the last line of the love chapter.
The rain is fragile, it hurts, but it doesn't talk.
Tears dispelled my worries (my past was blown away by the wind)
Blurred into a picture called (yes)
I love you, but you love him.
The rain is fragile, it hurts, but it doesn't talk.
It used to be picturesque.
You're not like her anymore (that's right)
Love should be stupid.
After the memory is over, love is still at the source.
Maple leaves have fallen, and late autumn can't wait for me.
Oh, ouch, ouch, why didn't you say you were leaving?
Oh, it's me again It's always my fault.
If love wanders and gets lost and is buried by time (by moonlight)
Oh, love me, love me. How can you say that?
Oh, wave, wave, tell me to be careful.
The moonlight blown by the wind has reached the last line of the love chapter.
The rain is fragile, it hurts, but it doesn't talk.
Tears dispelled my worries (my past was blown away by the wind)
Scraped off a painting called (yes)
I love you, but you love him.
The rain is fragile, it hurts, but it doesn't talk.
It used to be picturesque.
You're not like her anymore (that's right)
Love should be stupid.