Liang Wenyin s It s Good to Have Cried lyrics

Lyrics: Yao Ruolong Composer: Chen Xiaoxia.

I don't like to suspect anything.

It doesn't mean I don't feel it.

Watch your subtle changes slowly differ.

I'm not angry, I'm just heartbroken.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You can say that people change, but you can't say it.

It's my fault that you're doing this.

It's good to cry, and the injury will be healed.

I believe in this way, so I take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for the sake of arguing, it's about turning around.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You can say that people change, but you can't say it.

It's my fault that you're doing this.

It's good to cry, and the injury will be healed.

I believe in this way, so I take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for the sake of arguing, it's about turning around.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

The more beautiful the stacked past.

If you want to forget, you have to push down the greater sorrow.

Look for courage but not in your pockets or hands.

But it must be somewhere on me.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

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Liang Wenyin - It's good to have cried.

Lyrics: Yao Ruolong Composer: Chen Xiaoxia.

I don't like to suspect anything.

It doesn't mean I don't feel it.

Watch your subtle changes slowly differ.

I'm not angry, I'm just heartbroken.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You can say that people change, but you can't say it.

It's my fault that you're doing this.

It's good to cry, and the injury will be healed.

I believe in this way, so I take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for the sake of arguing, it's about turning around.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You can say that people change, but you can't say it.

It's my fault that you're doing this.

It's good to cry, and the injury will be healed.

I believe in this way, so I take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for the sake of arguing, it's about turning around.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

The more beautiful the stacked past.

If you want to forget, you have to push down the greater sorrow.

Look for courage but not in your pockets or hands.

But it must be somewhere on me.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

I don't like to suspect anything.

It doesn't mean I don't feel it.

Watch your subtle changes slowly differ.

I'm not angry, I'm just heartbroken.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You could say that people change.

But can't say you're going to do it and that's my fault.

It's good to cry.

The injury will be healed.

Believe in this way, so take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for the sake of arguing, it's about turning around.

It's good to cry.

The pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

It's good to cry.

The pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

The more beautiful the stacked past.

If you want to forget, you have to push down the greater sorrow.

Look for courage but not in your pockets or hands.

But it must be somewhere on me.

It's good to cry.

The pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

Lyrics: Yao Ruolong Composer: Chen Xiaoxia.

I don't like to suspect anything.

It doesn't mean I don't feel it.

Watch your subtle changes slowly differ.

I'm not angry, I'm just counting the heartache.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You can say that people change, but you can't say it.

It's my fault that you're doing this.

It's good to cry, and the injury will be healed.

I believe in this way, so I take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for quarrels, it's for filial piety.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

I hate being misunderstood.

But the more I explained, the more sad I felt.

You can say that people change, but you can't say it.

It's my fault that you're doing this.

It's good to cry, and the injury will be healed.

I believe in this way, so I take a deep breath and give up.

Love is for hugging, for holding hands.

It's not for the sake of arguing, it's about turning around.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Lost potatoes and sleep listening to songs, although it is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

The more beautiful the stacked past.

If you want to forget, you have to push down the greater sorrow.

Look for courage but not in your pockets or hands.

But it must be somewhere on me.

It's good to cry, the pain will go away.

Memory is limited so it will weed out the bad ones.

Insomnia listening to songs, although the longing is bitter.

Still thank you for making me grow up.

Lyrics: Ma Songwei.

Composer: Paul Drew Greing Watts Pete Barringer

When the leaves leave the tree with the wind, they become the gift of flowers.

That's just the beginning of your journey, not the end.

Time came more cruelly than expected, and the deeper the love, the more hurried it became.

So that people have to learn to bless the first step you take.

HMM: Let's not cry.

Sadness will waste your pampering.

Love looks back with a smile.

Because that journey was short but happy.

When the sun took away the dew, my eyes fogged up.

I can't see it, but I really feel it, you caress me**.

HMM: Let's not cry.

Sadness will waste your pampering.

Love looks back with a smile.

Because that journey was short but happy.

Without a trace of tears, it takes courage to remember more than to forget.

Take the memories with you I believe is love.

hmm, don't cry when we bend.

You're going to have to live in a better place to live.

Love on the day we met.

We walked another whole afternoon.

Watch a person fade out of life.

Don't cry because love so much.