I wanted to find a song with lyrics of melancholy of criing, remember my steps

Light. Lyrics: Wang Feng.

Singing: Wang Feng.

When the ashes sealed the eaves of the frost.

When the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made my bag out of stubborn withered vines.

He walked into a thorny land.

When the earth is covered with weeping leaves.

When the azaleas turn into a mist in the distant sky.

Bless me, my loved ones who miss the most.

That's how I say goodbye to you.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost.

It will tear my steps apart.

But I believe it will be in the future.

Give me the wings of my dreams.

Although the pain of failure.

I've been bruised all over my body.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

When the ashes sealed the eaves of the frost.

When the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made my bag out of stubborn withered vines.

He walked into a thorny land.

Maybe the confusion of the journey.

Will tear my arm apart.

But I believe it will be in the future.

Give me the wings of my dreams.

Although the trauma of frustration.

It's hard for me to move an inch.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

I used my wings to set off the waves in the sky.

I held up the blood-red sun with my body.

In the midst of this biting and bitter gale.

You will hear my cries of praise for the future.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost.

It will tear my steps apart.

But I believe it will be in the future.

Give me the wings of my dreams.

Although the pain of failure.

I've been bruised all over my body.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Maybe the confusion of the journey.

Will tear my arm apart.

But I believe it will be in the future.

Give me the wings of my dreams.

Although the trauma of frustration.

It's hard for me to move an inch.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost will tear my steps apart is the title of the song: "Light".

"Bright" is a song written, composed and sung by Wang Feng, which was included in Wang Feng's "Faith Flying in the Air" released by Wang Feng on July 25, 2009.

On February 5, 2010, the song was nominated for the 2009 Beijing Pop ** Ceremony and the 2009 Chinese Song Chart Golden Song.

Song Lyrics: When the ashes seal the eaves of the frost.

When the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made my bag out of stubborn withered vines.

He walked into a thorny land.

When the earth is covered with weeping leaves.

When the azaleas turn into a mist in the distant sky.

Bless me, my loved ones who miss the most.

That's how I say goodbye to you.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost.

It will tear my steps apart.

But I'm sure they'll give me a pair in the future.

Wings of dreams.

Although the pain of failure.

I've been bruised all over my body.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

When the ashes sealed the eaves of the frost.

When the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made my bag out of stubborn withered vines.

He walked into a thorny land.

Maybe the confusion of the journey.

Will tear my arm apart.

But I'm sure they'll give me a pair in the future.

Wings of dreams.

Although the trauma of frustration has made it difficult for me to move an inch.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

I used my wings to set off the waves in the sky.

I held up the blood-red sun with my body.

In the midst of this biting and bitter gale.

You'll hear me.

A shout of praise for the future.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost.

It will tear my steps apart.

But I'm sure they'll give me a pair in the future.

Wings of dreams.

Although the pain of failure.

I've been bruised all over my body.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Maybe the confusion of the journey.

Will tear my arm apart.

But I'm sure they'll give me a pair in the future.

Wings of dreams.

Although the trauma of frustration.

It's hard for me to move an inch.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Maybe the title of the song that broke my steps is "Light", and the original lyrics are "Maybe the melancholy of being lost will tear my steps apart". This song was written, composed and sung by Wang Feng.

The lyrics of "Light" are:

When the ashes seal the eaves of the frost, when the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made a bag out of stubborn vines and walked out of a thorny land.

When the earth is covered with sad fallen leaves, when the azaleas turn into mist in the distant sky.

Bless me, the loved one I miss the most, that is the figure of my farewell to you.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost will tear my steps apart, but I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for dreams.

Although the pain of defeat has left me bruised, I firmly believe that the light is far away.

When the ashes seal the eaves of the frost, when the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made a bag out of stubborn vines and walked out of a thorny land.

Maybe the confusion of the journey will tear my arms apart, but I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for dreams.

Although the trauma of setbacks has made it difficult for me to move an inch, I firmly believe that the light is far away.

I used my wings to lift the waves in the sky, and I used my body to hold up the bright red sun.

In the midst of this biting wind, you will hear me crying out for the future.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost will break my steps, but I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for my dreams.

Although the pain of defeat has left me bruised, I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Maybe the confusion of the journey will tear my arms apart, but I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for dreams.

Although the trauma of setbacks has made it difficult for me to move an inch, I firmly believe that the light is far away.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Bright" singing: Wang Feng.

When the ashes sealed the eaves of the frost.

When the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made my bag out of stubborn withered vines.

Walked to the other country full of thorns and socks.

When the earth is covered with weeping leaves.

When the azaleas turn into a mist in the distant sky.

Bless me, my loved ones who miss the most.

That's how I say goodbye to you.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost will tear my steps apart.

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for my dreams.

Although the pain of defeat has left me bruised.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

When the ashes sealed the eaves of the frost.

When the chrysanthemum grass turns into late autumn dew.

I made my bag out of stubborn withered vines.

He walked into a thorny land.

Maybe the confusion of the journey will tear my arms apart.

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for my dreams.

Although the trauma of frustration has made it difficult for me to move an inch.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

I used my wings to set off the waves in the sky.

I want to use my body to hold up the blood-red sun.

In this biting and chilling wind.

You will hear my cries of praise for the future.

Maybe the melancholy of being lost will tear my steps apart.

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for my dreams.

Although the pain of defeat has left me bruised.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

Maybe the confusion of the journey will tear my arms apart.

But I believe that the future will give me a pair of wings for my dreams.

Although the trauma of frustration has made it difficult for me to move an inch.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.

But I firmly believe that the light is far away.