Recently, the radio has been playing a song, asking for the name of the song

Tao Zhe - Your song.

Loved your cold quiet.

The smile is better than the sun again, and I can only surrender.

Doubt your own impulses.

Afraid of missing the opportunity in a moment, I decided not to think about it anymore.

You say we are people of two worlds, but is it possible.

I believe as long as I love you.

Anything can be done, everything can be.

I love you, I love you for no reason.

There's no reason to love you, it's okay to love you.

It's the obsession, the obsession.

Indulge in loving you, let me be addicted.

Can't understand that you don't speak.

I can't get into your heart, it's like there's a wall.

Doubt the original impulse.

Is it wrong in the first place, I didn't think about many things.

It is no longer possible for you to say that we are people of two worlds.

I thought as long as I loved you.

Anything can be done, everything can be.

I love you, I love you for no reason.

There's no reason to love you, it's okay to love you.

It's the obsession, the obsession.

Indulge in loving you, let me be addicted.

Maybe I don't love you, I don't need you.

I can't go on and lie to myself.

I have to give up, I'm going to give up on you.

You are in my heart and I hope he loves you and loves you more than I do.

Still your song

Singer: Tao Zhe **: 69 movements.

ti: Your song].

ar: Tao Zhe].

al: 69 movements].

by: Li Zehao].

Tao Zhe - Your song.

Loved your cold quiet.

The smile is better than the sun again, and I can only surrender.

Doubt your own impulses.

Afraid of missing the opportunity in a moment, I decided not to think about it anymore.

You say we are people of two worlds.

But is it possible.

I believe as long as I love you.

Anything can be done, everything can be.

I love you, I love you for no reason.

There's no reason to love you, it's okay to love you.

It is the indulgence of infatuation.

Indulge in loving you, let me indulge.

Can't understand that you don't speak.

I can't get into your heart, it's like there's a wall.

Doubt the original impulse.

Is it wrong in the first place, I didn't think about many things.

It's no longer possible.

I thought as long as I loved you.

Maybe I don't love you, I don't need you.

I can't go on and lie to myself.

I have to give up, I'm going to give up on you.

You are in my heart and I hope he loves you and loves you more than I do.

Still your song

It should be this one, right? I've heard it on the radio before, and it's called "It's Hard for a Man", and Jia Zhe sings more and more beards and less hair.

The belly is getting bigger and the eyes are getting smaller.

More fat and less muscle.

The age is getting bolder and the amount is getting smaller and smaller.

There are more and more friends, and there are fewer and fewer confidants.

The house wants to be big, the car wants to be small.

There are more and more socializing, and there is less and less home.

The older the child, the smaller the elderly.

Men's troubles are a skill in the business field.

Men are troubled by the ** trapped in their hands.

The man's troubles are chased hard in the dream.

And the extra noisy.

There are more and more contradictions, and there is less and less understanding.

The pressure is getting bigger and the capacity is getting less.

More and more boredom and less and less happiness.

The goal is getting bigger and bigger, and the success is not too big or small.

There are more and more friends, and there are fewer and fewer confidants.

The house wants to be big, the car wants to be small.

There are more and more socializing, and there is less and less home.

The older the child, the smaller the elderly.

Men's troubles are a skill in the business field.

Men are troubled by the ** trapped in their hands.

The man's troubles are chased hard in the dream.

There are also old wedding photos.

There are more and more friends, and there are fewer and fewer confidants.

The house wants to be big, the car wants to be small.

There are more and more socializing, and there is less and less home.

The older the child, the smaller the elderly.

Men's troubles are a skill in the business field.

Men are troubled by the ** trapped in their hands.

The man's troubles are chased hard in the dream.

There is also superfluous noise and desperate chasing.

There are also old wedding photos.

A man is 30 years old.

How to take off on the road to your career.

I always think about the future too beautifully.

The year of the child will be so tired.

A man's 40 years old.

Mature and generous people have taste in front of them.

In his pride, he wanted to fly into Feifei.

Wine is not intoxicating, he is drunk.

A man's 50 years old.

He can't disobey his wife's opinion.

It's not tiring to nag your children.

Busy you for whom.

Stinky Beauty Composer: Qu Shicong.

Lyrics: Wu Xiangfei.

Singing: Eason Chan.

The old job, the old topic, the old look will be saved until tomorrow morning.

The atmosphere is good, the mood is good, the spirit is good, and the face is not long.

I want to start over, I want to reinvent myself, I want to continue to reinvent myself.

Don't ignore it, don't let it go, don't miss every hair.

Manicure, beard, eyebrows, troubles.

Little boy little man little white face I didn't hear it.

Pay a lot for the figure, for the photo, for the smelly beauty.

My stomach, my legs, my face, how much thinner it is.

I don't have time to sleep, I don't have time to sleep, I look in the mirror.

I have a little hobby comparing myself with yesterday.

No matter how many new clothes there are, I don't think they're too few, they're too ordinary.

Too fashionable, too complicated, too one-sided, I love beauty.

It's not just the appearance of the figure, the new belt, the new perfume, the new watch.

A set every day, good atmosphere, good mood, good spirit, good to yourself, for the figure, for the photo, for the smelly beauty, how much to pay.

My stomach, my legs, my face, I know it myself.

I don't have time to sleep, I don't have time to sleep, I look in the mirror.

I have a little hobby comparing myself to yesterday.

No matter how many new clothes I have, I don't have time to sleep.

I don't have time to sleep, and looking in the mirror is also a hobby.

Don't look at me smiling, I also have troubles, no matter how big my eyelids are.

I'm too small, too ordinary, too fashionable, too complicated.

Too one-sided, I love beauty, not just the figure has appearances.

It's not just about the appearance of the figure, and it's better to be thinner.

I'm too little, I'm myself, I know.

If there is an afterlife - Tan Weiwei.

Words: Gao Xiaosong.

Qu: Ge Fei. Previously people started harvesting in April.

Lying on top of a high pile of grain and laughing.

I walked through the golden wheat fields.

Go sing to the scarecrow.

Wait for the wind to blow.

You pass by a small town called "I".

Just as the snow on the roof turned into rain and fell.

You're wearing transparent clothes.

Give me someone to sing.

It's all my favorite songs.

We went to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up on his own, and we will go away.

I write to you.

You won't reply.

That's it.

Previously people started harvesting in April.

Lying on top of a high pile of grain and laughing.

I walked through the golden wheat fields.

Go sing to the scarecrow.

Wait for the wind to blow.

You pass by a small town called "I".

Just as the snow on the roof turned into rain and fell.

You're wearing transparent clothes.

Give me someone to sing.

It's all my favorite songs.

We went to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up on his own, and we will go away.

I write to you.

You won't reply.

Say it. Go to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up on his own, and we will go away.

I write to you.

You don't have to reply.

That's it.