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Anonymous users2024-02-07It means that after people fall in love, they experience ups and downs, parting and reunion, happiness and sadness, happiness and pain, and even animals are sad and emotional.
"Animal Sentimentality After Love" is a song sung by Zhang Huimei, which is included in her ** "Amit". Chen Zhenchuan wrote the lyrics, Xiao An composed the music, released on June 26, 2009.
In 2009, Zhang Huimei's "Amit" consciousness** song, Amit's English name a-mit, that is, the interpretation of amei-music is transformed. Amei, the queen of heaven who has always emphasized that she was born in the Beinan ethnic group in Taitung County, Taiwan, decided to use her aboriginal name "Ancient History; Amit" as a newcomer, and meet everyone with an aboriginal tune** and a new straightforward voice, and make an experimental ** work with producer Ah Di Zai.
Lyrics: A sad cat licks the wounds after a fight against the bars.
A white sheet crumpled into an incomprehensible mess.
Whose cigarette butts, despite their arrogance, spread their greed that is not chaotic but also chaotic.
Whoever holds the umbrella A little warmth is heaven or suffering.
At the top of the cliff, time always passes slower than the clock.
Once the sweat is air-dried, it is wrapped in a layer of hidden melancholy.
Whose emotions can't be publicized Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who at night is afraid of rotting and letting the breath suddenly become savage.
Love first, occupy a pair of shoulders, and block a little regret.
Let's love first, gnaw on a pair of wings, and survive one more season of darkness.
Love it first, animals don't all like this, once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, it's sad and then counted.
Do you have to have a little guts or do you really have to get bored with life.
Looking at the window from the rooftop, which one falls asleep with satisfaction.
Whose emotions can't be publicized Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who at night is afraid of rotting and letting the breath suddenly become savage.
Let's love it first, and block this shoulder from a little regret.
Let's love first, gnaw on a pair of wings, and survive one more season of darkness.
Love it first, animals don't all like this, once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, it's sad and then counted.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06fell in love with someone he shouldn't love, knowing that there was no result, but he couldn't help but intervene in the other party's life regardless of it, and in the end he could only fill the hole in his heart by himself. When the other party's body temperature disappears next to the pillow, they have to face a bigger black hole and loneliness again, which is the instinct of animals all over the world, but this kind of sentimentality is exclusive to human beings! Look
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Anonymous users2024-02-05Singer: Zhang Huimei **: Amit A-Mit
A sad cat.
I kept sticking to the window and licking the wounds after the fight.
A white sheet.
Twisted into a mess of m-stump for some reason?
Whose cigarette butts spread despite arrogance.
Greed that is not chaotic and chaotic.
Who holds the umbrella a little warmer.
Is it heaven or suffering?
At the top of the cliff.
Time always flies slower than the clock.
Once the sweat is air-dried.
Wrapped in a hint of hidden melancholy.
Whose emotions can't be publicized.
Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who is afraid of rotting at night.
Ren breathed suddenly savage.
Love it first and put this shoulder.
Block out a little regret.
Love first, it looks like a pair of wings.
It's already dark.
Love first, animals don't understand this.
Once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, I will count it after the sentimentality.
It's a bit of guts.
Or do you really have to get annoyed with life.
Window down from the rooftop.
And which one has a satisfying dream.
Whose emotions can't be publicized.
Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who is afraid of rotting at night.
Ren breathed suddenly savage.
Love it first and put this shoulder.
Block out a little regret.
Love first, it looks like a pair of wings.
It's already dark.
Love first, animals don't understand this.
Once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, I will count it after the sentimentality.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04A sad cat.
I kept sticking to the window and licking the wounds after the fight.
A white sheet.
Twisted into a mess of m-stump for some reason?
Whose cigarette butts spread despite arrogance.
Greed that is not chaotic and chaotic.
Who holds the umbrella a little warmer.
Is it heaven or suffering?
At the top of the cliff.
Time always flies slower than the clock.
Once the sweat is air-dried.
Wrapped in a hint of hidden melancholy.
Whose emotions can't be publicized.
Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who is afraid of rotting at night.
Ren breathed suddenly savage.
Love it first and put this shoulder.
Block out a little regret.
Love first, it looks like a pair of wings.
It's already dark.
Love first, animals don't understand this.
Once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, I will count it after the sentimentality.
It's a bit of guts.
Or do you really have to get annoyed with life.
Window down from the rooftop.
And which one has a satisfying dream.
Whose emotions can't be publicized.
Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who is afraid of rotting at night.
Ren breathed suddenly savage.
Love it first and put this shoulder.
Block out a little regret.
Love first, it looks like a pair of wings.
It's already dark.
Love first, animals don't understand this.
Once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, I will count it after the sentimentality.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03A sad cat licks the wounds of a fight against the bars.
A white sheet crumpled into an incomprehensible mess.
Whose cigarette butts, despite their arrogance, spread their greed that is not chaotic but also chaotic.
Whoever holds the umbrella A little warmth is heaven or suffering.
At the top of the cliff, time always passes slower than the clock.
Once the sweat is air-dried, it is wrapped in a layer of hidden melancholy.
Whose emotions can't be publicized Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who at night is afraid of rotting and letting the breath suddenly become savage.
Love first, occupy a pair of shoulders, and block a little regret.
Let's love first, gnaw on a pair of wings, and survive one more season of darkness.
Love it first, animals don't all like this, once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, it's sad and then counted.
Do you have to have a little guts or do you really have to get bored with life.
The only model window under the rooftop Which one falls asleep with satisfaction.
Whose emotions can't be publicized Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who at night is afraid of rotting and letting the breath suddenly become savage.
Let's start by slowing down love, and block this pair of shoulders with a little regret.
Let's love first, gnaw on a pair of wings, and survive one more season of darkness.
Love it first, animals don't all like this, once the lead is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After sentimentality, then after [1].
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Anonymous users2024-02-02Zhang Huimei - Animals are sentimental after falling in love.
Composer: Xiao An Lyrics: Chen Zhenchuan.
A sad cat licks the wounds of a fight against the bars.
A white sheet crumpled into an incomprehensible mess.
Whose cigarette butts, despite their arrogance, spread their greed that is not chaotic but also chaotic.
Whoever holds the umbrella A little warmth is heaven or suffering.
At the top of the cliff, time always passes slower than the clock.
Once the sweat is air-dried, it is wrapped in a layer of hidden melancholy.
Whose emotions can't be publicized Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who at night is afraid of rotting and letting the breath suddenly become savage.
Love first, occupy a pair of shoulders, and block a little regret.
Let's love first, gnaw on a pair of wings, and survive one more season of darkness.
Love it first, animals don't all like this, once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, it's sad and then counted.
Do you want a little guts, or do you really want to be annoyed by the life of the ant.
The window under the rooftop is rented again, and I talk about which one to fall asleep with satisfaction.
Whose emotions can't be publicized Who pretends to be brave in a strange room.
Who at night is afraid of rotting and letting the breath suddenly become savage.
Let's love it first, and block this shoulder from a little regret.
Let's love first, gnaw on a pair of wings, and survive one more season of darkness.
Love it first, animals don't all like this, once the desire is not satisfied.
Love first, then sentimental, and then count.
After that, I will count after knowing the sentimentality.
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