The lyrics and songs of Lost Years were written by Mu Yiwei, Shen Gan and Oda, who loved to write songs, and the arrangement was completed by Kaqimo Luoyang. The mixing work of this song was handed over to wuli Baozi, and Zhang and Zhang were the co-ordinators and producers respectively. In addition, as a producer, Sunny Studio also provided lyrics and songs.
The lyrics of this song describe people's nostalgia and regret for the past years in a delicate and emotional way. Lyrics evoke people's memories and feelings of lost time by depicting some specific scenes and emotions. At the same time, the melody of this song is beautiful. Melodious melody and affectionate singing make people feel a touch of sadness and emotion.
"Gone Years" is an excellent pop song with excellent lyrics and melody, which can be deeply rooted in people's hearts. This song expresses people's nostalgia and feelings for the lost time through affectionate singing and beautiful melody, and makes people feel a little sad and helpless.
Lyrics of lost years
Do you still miss it? This is a garden full of spring buds, just like when I met you. Let's talk about it Since I happened to meet him, I just want to care and solve your old scar. Who should I blame? There is no deviation in fate. Ten years is not as good as an old friend. Love at first sight missed more than a year, but missed it side by side. Let's meet in the afterlife. If my persistence in life is worth a wall of words, it will be my loss.
I still miss the spring waves under the bridge. Even if that amazing time doesn't belong to me, I sigh that the past is like a knife, but today is not yesterday. I like to care who laughs at me because of my preference. How do you know that the world will be wrong without breaking the shackles? Who should I blame? Fate must not be biased. Ten years is not as good as an old friend. Love at first sight missed more than a year, but missed it side by side. We will meet for the first time in the afterlife. If my life's persistence is worth a wall.
I still miss the spring wave under the bridge. Even though the amazing years are not for me, I lament the past like a knife, but today is not yesterday. I care who laughs at me because of my preference. If I don't break the shackles, how do I know that the world will be wrong? If my persistence in life is worth a wall of words, I still miss the spring waves under the bridge. Although the amazing years don't belong to me, I have to sigh that the past is like a knife, and today is not yesterday.