One of Zhou Hui s songs, there is a lyric in it: Love or not, the result is extravagant

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Singing: Zhou Hui.

It's not you sitting face-to-face, and love is still not going on.

I want to ask you if you want to give up, but I'm afraid you're asking yourself too.

Breakups are the only topic we talk about, but no one wants to bring it up.

If the opening of my mouth becomes the end, my heart will leave my body and live in the past.

Love or not love the result is sad, I don't know how to decide;

Should a breakup be to cry first, or to forget first.

Do you have the same problem, and you have my destiny in your courage, I don't know if you will decide.

I don't think I'm awake enough now to love you, to leave you, or to continue—to run away.

It's not you sitting face-to-face, and love is still not going on.

I want to ask you if you want to give up, but I'm afraid you're asking yourself too.

Breakups are the only topic we talk about, but no one wants to bring it up.

If the opening of my mouth becomes the end, my heart will leave my body and live in the past.

Love or not love the result is sad, I don't know how to decide;

Should a breakup be to cry first, or to forget first.

Do you have the same problem, and you have my destiny in your courage, I don't know if you will decide.

I don't think I'm awake enough now to love you, to leave you, or to continue—to run away.

Love or not love the result is sad, I don't know how to decide;

Should a breakup be to cry first, or to forget first.

Do you have the same problem, and you have my destiny in your courage, I don't know if you will decide.

I don't think I'm awake enough now to love you, to leave you, or to continue—to run away.

over...

Zhou Hui - It's also a kind of love if you don't love it.

Composer: Kenn Wu Lyrics: Yang Yaocheng.

Walk alone to the You and Me Encounter Cafe.

Memories are long gone.

Familiar locations are half vacated.

One has a very comfortable width.

You're not there, like a blank space in the painting.

Walking through the breakup intersection will not turn again.

The once sad dialogue is also light.

When commitment becomes commitment, expectations become sadness.

Finally, I understand that letting go is the best generosity.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines in and opens the heart.

Exchange relief for a splendor.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as you think.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

When commitment becomes commitment, expectations become sadness.

Finally, I understand that letting go is the best generosity.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines in and opens the heart.

Exchange relief for a splendor.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as you think.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

It's always so difficult to fall in love, and it's hard not to love.

That's how people come along.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines in and opens the heart.

Exchange relief for a splendor.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as you think.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

Walk alone to the You and Me Encounter Cafe.

Memories are long gone.

Familiar locations are half vacated.

A person has a ruthlessly comfortable width.

You're not there, like a blank space in the painting.

Walking through the breakup intersection will not turn again.

The once sad dialogue is also light.

When commitment becomes commitment, expectations become sadness.

Finally, I understand that letting go is the best generosity.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines through, opens the heart, and exchanges the splendor with relief.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as imagined.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

When commitment becomes commitment, expectations become sadness.

Finally, I understand that letting go is the best generosity.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines through, opens the heart, and exchanges the splendor with relief.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as imagined.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

It's always so difficult to fall in love, it's hard not to love, people just have to come over like this, it turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines through, opens the heart, and exchanges the splendor with relief.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as imagined.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

Walk alone to the You and Me Encounter Cafe.

Memories are long gone.

Familiar locations are half vacated.

A person has a ruthlessly comfortable width.

You're not there, like a blank space in the painting.

Walking through the breakup intersection will not turn again.

The once sad dialogue is also light.

When commitment becomes commitment, expectations become sadness.

Finally, I understand that letting go is the best generosity.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of forgiveness and forgiveness.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines through, opens the heart, and exchanges the splendor with relief.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as imagined.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

When commitment becomes commitment, expectations become sadness.

Finally, I understand that letting go will be the best generosity.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines through, opens the heart, and exchanges the splendor with relief.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as imagined.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.

It's always so difficult to fall in love, it's hard to be filial if you don't love, and people just have to come over like this.

It turns out that not loving is also a kind of love.

It turns out that heartache can also be treated gently.

The sun shines through, opens the heart, and exchanges the splendor with relief.

Not hating is also a kind of love.

Blessings are not as hard as imagined.

In the turn of love.

The sky is still so blue.