Nova s Tail Ring lyrics

Tail ring. Lyrics: Zhou Weihan Composer: Fancy

Singing: nova

On rainy days, always take shelter from the rain and avoid the eaves.

The water drops down on my heart, because you are drifting away from me.

The letterhead lies inside the mailbox and passes the allegory of separation.

Dust obliterates the missing pieces of paper.

Pink face, sunset shame.

I was shy and couldn't go back to the day I was there.

Promise to get lost in a lonely fortified street.

Then the initial line of regression could not be found.

I miss the tail ring you gave me in the summer, dazzling in the sun.

Hook the little finger to the sunset who takes who is close to the horizon.

That's when I realized that missing was just my one-sidedness.

Without your season who can accompany me obsessed with old pictures.

Pink face, sunset shame.

I was shy and couldn't go back to the day I was there.

Promise to get lost in a lonely fortified street.

Then the initial line of regression could not be found.

The wind passing through the fingers turns around and lingers on the tangled palms of the hand.

The tail ring that marks happiness is speechless after debunking your perfunctory.

Sometimes I think I can comfort myself.

What kind of goodbye can I be willing?

Rap: I remember the day you said goodbye to me.

The finger tail ring has long been stranded on the edge of my memory.

It's becoming less and less obvious that the side of your face is treasured by me.

I couldn't erase the years of change.

Finally understood that the ring habit is nothing more than pretending to be yours.

Adorning that is just the most appropriate expression of self-comfort.

The wind blew instantly, and the memory film understood nostalgia again.

The wind passing through the fingers turns around and lingers on the tangled palms of the hand.

The tail ring that marks happiness is speechless after debunking your perfunctory.

Sometimes I think I can comfort myself.

What kind of goodbye can I be willing?

Song title: "The Tail Ring".

Lyrics: Zhou Duhan.

Composer: Fancy

Singing: nova

Lyrics: Rainy days, always shelter from the rain, hide from the eaves.

The water drops down on my heart, because you are drifting away from me.

Letterhead. Lying inside the mailbox passes the allegory of separation.

Dust obliterates the missing pieces of paper.

Pink face, sunset shame.

I was shy and couldn't go back to the day I was there.

Promise to get lost in a lonely fortified street.

Then the initial line of regression could not be found.

I miss the tail ring you gave me in the summer, dazzling in the sun.

Hook the little finger to the sunset who takes who is close to the horizon.

That's when I realized that missing was just my one-sidedness.

Without your season who can accompany me obsessed with old pictures.

Pink face, sunset shame.

I was shy and couldn't go back to the day I was there.

Promise to get lost in a lonely fortified street.

Then the initial line of regression could not be found.

The wind passing through the fingers turns around and lingers on the tangled palms of the hand.

The tail ring that marks happiness is speechless after debunking your perfunctory.

Sometimes I think I can comfort myself.

What kind of goodbye can I be willing?

Rap: I remember the day you said goodbye to me.

The finger tail ring has long been stranded on the edge of my memory.

It's becoming less and less obvious that the side of your face is treasured by me.

I couldn't erase the years of change.

Finally understood that the ring habit is nothing more than pretending to be yours.

Adorning that is just the most appropriate expression of self-comfort.

The wind blew instantly, and the memory film understood nostalgia again.

The wind passing through the fingers turns around and lingers on the tangled palms of the hand.

The tail ring that marks happiness is speechless after debunking your perfunctory.

Sometimes I think I can comfort myself.

What kind of goodbye can I be willing?

Tail ring. On rainy days, I always shelter from the rain and hide from the eaves, and the water drops down my heart because you are getting farther and farther away from me.

The letterhead lies in the mailbox, passing the allegory of separation, the dust obliterates the paper of thought.

The pink face, the sunset, the shy curtains, can't go back to the original day.

Promise to get lost in a lonely fortified street and then can't find the Tropic of Cancer of the original Kuga.

Nostalgic for the summer you gave me the tail ring, dazzling in the sun, hooking the little finger to the sunset, who takes who close to the horizon.

At this time, I realized that missing is just my one-sided, who can accompany me to obsessed with the old picture of the season without you.

The pink face, the sunset, the shy curtains, can't go back to the original day.

Promise to get lost in a lonely fortified street and then not find the initial line of return.

The wind that passes through the fingers turns around and lingers on the tangled palms of the imprint of happiness The tail ring of happiness is speechless after debunking your perfunctory.

Sometimes Hou circles a little bit and thinks that it has given me comfort, What kind of goodbye can make me willing to fight the ants.

I remember that day you told me that again, the sail of the finger tail ring has long been stranded by me on the edge of memory.

It's getting less and less obvious that your side face is treasured by me on the pillow I can't erase this period of change for many years.

I finally realized that the ring habit is nothing more than pretending to be your decoration, which is just the most appropriate expression of self-comfort.

The wind that passes through the fingers turns around and lingers on the tangled palms of the imprint of happiness The tail ring of happiness is speechless after debunking your perfunctory.

Sometimes I think it's comforting to myself, and what kind of goodbye can make me willing.