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Anonymous users2024-02-06Adolescent love is always simple and beautiful, and the beautiful feeling is always unforgettable, but when I grew up, I found that each other was not as suitable as I imagined, but I thought that I couldn't bear the beauty of the past and refused to let go, and the two people hurt each other and hurt each other, and finally saw it clearly, chose to let go, and thanked each other for loving each other
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Anonymous users2024-02-05A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Stefanie Sun's recommendation for "When the Winter Night Gets Warmer":"This song is the most important song of this album, because I think it is a soul song of the whole album. The song is actually about the passage of time, that is, when a lot of things seem to have deteriorated a little, I think many people will have a lot of doubts, but the song ends with a talk about "what matters is how we loved that part", I hope everyone will like this song. "
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Anonymous users2024-02-03Stefanie Sun - When the winter nights get warmer.
Lyrics: Wu Ziyun (Fujii Tree) Composer: Rao Shanqiang.
A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31A lot of things are not who said it, even if the sad result is still their own responsibility, how many times disappointed to express how many times to look forward to, it turns out that happiness is difficult, between us is not who said it, the pull of the love increases the embarrassment of the ending, a hundred times of love as long as there is a splendor, the next time will be braver, when the winter night is getting warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue, when the pure white of the moon becomes dark, that just means that happiness is no longer so simple, when the winter night is getting warmer, when the summer trees are no longer cicadas, when the memories of old traces are spotted, That's just because sadness never has an answer, when the winter nights get warmer, when youth is gone, when beautiful stories have regrets, it's just a habit to treat love as like, what matters is how we love that period.
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Anonymous users2024-01-30[ti: When the winter nights get warmer].
ar: Stefanie Sun].
Al: It's time].
by:in-corner]
Stefanie Sun - When the winter nights get warmer.
Lyrics: Wu Ziyun (Fujii Tree) Composer: Rao Shanqiang.
A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-01-29When winter is getting warmer.
A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many times disappointed is expressed how many times of anticipation.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-01-28Lyrics: Fujii Tree.
Composer: Rao Shanqiang.
A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many times disappointed is expressed how many times of anticipation.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-01-27A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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Anonymous users2024-01-26When winter nights get warmer.
Lyrics: Wu Ziyun (Fujii Tree) Composer: Rao Shanqiang.
Singing: Stefanie Sun.
A lot of things are not just said by anyone.
Even if you are sad, you still have to bear the consequences.
How many disappointments indicate how many expectations.
It turns out that happiness is hard.
Between us, it's not up to anyone to say it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time, it will be earlier and braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
Between us, it's not a chain, whoever says it.
The love of pulling only adds to the embarrassment of the ending.
A hundred times of love, as long as there is one splendor.
Next time will be braver.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the sea is no longer so blue.
When the pure white of the moonlight becomes dark.
It just means that happiness is no longer so simple.
When the winter nights get warmer, there are no more cicadas on the trees on the summer nights.
When memories are old and the traces are stained.
That's just because grief never has an answer.
When the winter nights get warmer, when the youth is gone.
When beautiful stories have regrets.
That's just getting used to taking love as like.
What matters is how we have loved that period.
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