Love is like catching the wind (singing: Kun Yu Ming Gyoku)
"I see that everything I do under the sun is vanity and chasing after the wind."
Selection: Hu Yanglin's "I am making affectionate species"
Composer: Liu Xuyang
Planning: define a Muqinghe studio.
Producer: Zhu Xuan Qinghe Studio
Lyrics: bamboo noise &; Erjiang Qinghe studio
Singing: Kun Yu Ming Gyoku invited.
Love, like chasing the wind, is empty in your palm.
Intentionally or unintentionally, flowers and dust meet at the end of the flat.
One minute you touch and blend, and the next you are in the clouds.
There is no trace of sunshine, and it is useless to do it for nothing.
I want to hug as much as possible, but I can't get it.
He walked all the way through mountains and rivers, but only existed in his mind.
I see that everything on the earth is colorful under the blue sky.
Why do you find this love, in your palm, is a blank.
Love is like catching the wind, and people are rushing.
My eyes reflect that your eyebrows are cold from time to time.
Better than the cold wind, ask why we met.
Facing the cold ice, I have three layers of warmth, and all the water is red.
Glancing at the gun tower, the cypress trees in front of it are lush.
You are magical, and I am a handful of dust.
When feelings set foot in the air, they never see through.
Obviously, the world is bustling, and suddenly it becomes clear.
Take a look at the turret. The cypress trees in front of this building are lush.
You are magical, and I am a handful of dust.
When feelings set foot in the air, they never saw through.
Obviously, the world is bustling, and suddenly it becomes clear.
Love is like chasing the wind, and it is futile to pay deep affection.
After the beacon smoke, looking back is already a glorious year.
The old street corner is crowded with people, and the new theater flashes neon at night.
It's a little true in the shadow of the lamp, and an illusory dream on paper.