Singer: Steve Chou Album: Legend under the Stars
When you leave, your heart is haggard.
White tung trees are flying in the wind.
Falling flowers fall in love with people in this season.
The wind by the river is blowing wildly.
Constantly fiddling with women's tears
Such a strong love can never be given.
Night after night of sadness.
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
It is dusk that occupies people's hearts.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
When you leave, your heart is haggard.
White tung trees are flying in the wind.
Falling flowers fall in love with people in this season.
The wind by the river is blowing wildly.
Constantly fiddling with women's tears
Such a strong love can never be given.
Night after night of sadness.
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
It is dusk that occupies people's hearts.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
It is dusk that occupies people's hearts.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?