Lyrics: If there is an afterlife, we will be brothers in the next life

Brothers. Lyrics: Liu Siming Composer: Liu Zhihong.

Singing: Ren Xianqi.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a life to be a brother, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

If there is an afterlife, we will be brothers.

Written on the first anniversary of the death of Song Binghua's brothers).

Binghua is gone, he is so far away.

I didn't even say hello, and I never returned.

The brothers have been together for more than half a century, and he walks so chic and leisurely.

didn't leave a word, and it was so carefree and decisive.

The five of us brothers could not accept it, and could only wish him a worry-free sleep in heaven.

He is alive, and he has never been idle for the hard work of his family.

When he was young, he wielded a shovel to dry loading and unloading, and he easily moved a mountain.

Honoring his parents and working hard, as the eldest son, he took over the burden of the family early.

He is tireless for his brother's righteousness and open-mindedness, and no matter who has hardships and hardships, he will be the first to appear.

Not for fame, not for profit, promotion is the rule.

One word sums up all the good talk.

He's gone, no matter how many years have passed.

The eldest brother misses him, everyone feels sorry for him, and the brothers will laugh and laugh when they mention it.

Speaking of his goodness, he can't help but burst into tears.

His voice and smile are rooted in people's minds, and his words and deeds are remembered in people's hearts.

He is worthy of a brother's alliance, and he has no regrets or complaints about being in the same boat all his life.

Brother Binghua, you go well, and you will have less worries on the westward journey.

There are many hardships in life, and after the Nai River, he ascended to the immortal early.

I haven't done enough to be a brother in this life, but I have a fate in the next life, and I have met my brothers thousands of times, don't pass by.

Missed the opportunity to get together.

The vast sea of people is dazzling, and the world is short-lived.

Life and death depend on life, wealth and prosperity are in the sky.

It's rare to worship without regrets for life.

People live for a lifetime, how can there be so many vigorous legendary lives, most of them are unknown grass people, gone, left this world, there are still people who miss you in their hearts, and some people commemorate you in different ways, which shows that you have left a memory for everyone, you have not come to this world in vain for decades.

Brother afterlife.

Ren Xianqi - "Brothers".

Gentle scum, brother.

The sound of an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough.

It's too stiff to be realistic.

Fish against the current. It's a natural fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head.

It's the tears that sting.

Forget it, if you can.

It's also a blessing.

If a person's heart.

Only one spine can be burned.

Two people are going to **.

Holding hands is like hitting the world.

What is there to cherish in life.

Wanderers have no extravagant love.

There is this life, and this life is a brother.

There is a brother in this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

Rafting river. Every night it rains.

I think of you. There is this life, and this life is a brother.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

Song of the sea. Float over, float over.

Echoes in the dark.

Lyrics: Xiang Zeng Composer: Xiaotian.

Arranger: Bald.

Recording: Lao Wu Mixing: Ah Ken

Singing: Indifferent and laughing.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

How can friendship be separated.

Look back at the scenery that has been passed along the way.

You and I drink heartily in the night.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

The dream is then up to us to work side by side.

Wait for the sunset to be quiet, and the years will become clearer.

Looking down on the world, it's worth it.

Behind the bustling city is a lonely light shadow.

We went from strange to familiar.

Comfort and encourage each other for broken hearts.

Always believe that after the darkness there will be a dawn.

Helpless and lonely in the face of this cruel rainy season.

Working together on the present and the past.

Remembering the promise and the guidance of fate.

After waking up, he said that life does not give up easily.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

How can friendship be separated.

Look back at the scenery that has been passed along the way.

You and I drink heartily in the night.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

The dream is then up to us to work side by side.

Wait for the sunset to be quiet, and the years will become clearer.

Looking down on the world, it's worth it.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

Lyrics: Xiang Zeng Composer: Xiaotian.

Arranger: Bald.

Recording: Lao Wu Mixing: Ah Ken

Singing: Indifferent and laughing.

Helpless and lonely in the face of this cruel rainy season.

Working together on the present and the past.

Remembering the promise and the guidance of fate.

After waking up, he said that life does not give up easily.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

How can friendship be separated.

Look back at the scenery that has been passed along the way.

You and I drink heartily in the night.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

The dream is then up to us to work side by side.

Wait for the sunset to be quiet, and the years will become clearer.

Looking down on the world, it's worth it.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

How can friendship be separated.

Look back at the scenery that has been passed along the way.

You and I drink heartily in the night.

I have to be brothers in the next life.

The dream is then up to us to work side by side.

Wait for the sunset to be quiet, and the years will become clearer.

Looking down on the world, it's worth it.

Looking down on the world, it's worth it.

Your lyrics are Ren Xianqi's brother.

Brother words: Liu Siming.

Music: Liu Zhihong.

Editor: Li Tingkuang.

The gentle sound of the wind resembles the sound of an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, and the world is so stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going there, holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

The gentle sound of the wind resembles the sound of an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, and the world is so stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going there, holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going there, holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

Brother lyrics: Liu Siming Composer: Liu Zhihong.

Singing: Ren Xianqi.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a life to be a brother, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

…Deep in the Pacific Ocean, Ren Xianqi,

Song Title: "Brothers".

Singing: Ren Xianqi.

Lyrics: Liu Siming.

Composer: Liu Zhihong.

Lyrics: Gentle wind, like the sound of old dreams.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to **.

Holding hands, it is a world.

What is there to cherish in life.

Wanderers have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life and this life, and there is no afterlife.

I think of you again in the afterlife, the drifting river.

Every night and every night, it rains and thinks of you.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to **.

Holding hands, it is a world.

What is there to cherish in life.

Wanderers have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life and this life, and there is no afterlife.

I think of you again in the afterlife, the drifting river.

Every night it rains.

Remember that you have this life, and be a brother in this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

The song of the sea, floating over and over.

Echo in the dark, forget if you can.

It is also considered a kind of luck if a person's heart.

Only one name, two people can be burned.

To go to the **, hold hands.

It's a world, a lifetime.

What is there to cherish, wanderer.

There is no extravagant love, there is a brother in this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

Drifting on the river, night after night.

It rains and thinks of you, there is this life.

He is a brother in this life, and there is no afterlife.

I miss you again in the next life, the song of the sea.

Drift to and fro, echoes in the darkness.

Drifting on the river, night after night.

It's raining and I think of you.

Ren Xianqi's brother.

The lyrics are gentle with the sound of an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, and the world is so stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going there, holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

The gentle sound of the wind resembles the sound of an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, and the world is so stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going there, holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going there, holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is a brother in this life, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.