Lyrics of love and despicable love like cherry blossoms

"Tears of Cherry Blossoms".

Lyrics: Ben Xi.

Composer: Ben Xi.

Singing: Ben Xi.

That year, that month, that day, under that cherry blossom tree.

He kissed her until his voice was hoarse, the good memories came and went in a hurry, still without noise, she lost her life, leaving him speechless, unforgettable love does not need to be proven to have feelings, the heart can be fully experienced, unforgettable pain does not need words to express her, there will always be a gap between him and her, flowers falling in the air.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragments and fragments By the end of the next century, flowers were falling in the air.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented until the end of the next century, flowers fall in the wind.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragments to the end of the next century, the early spring sun slowly crawled on him, as if he saw that face so innocent kawa, without her, his world collapsed mercilessly, whether she was thinking about him in another world, that year, that month, that day, under the cherry blossom tree, if he didn't know her.

She had never loved him, and this tragedy would not have sprouted.

Thinking about it, he thought about it and thought of the girl, the cute hairpin.

If he is a cowherd and if she is a weaver girl, there will be a July 7 every year to talk and sob, and let him see her heart.

In the extremely light air, there is a mood flowing with nowhere to place.

The cherry blossoms fall warmly, but today it is as cold as ice.

You know my heart, flowers falling in the air.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented until the end of the next century, flowers fall in the wind.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented until the end of the next century, flowers fall in the wind.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century, a long, long time ago.

I am the one who stays with you, and you are the one who stays in my heart.

What remains around us is memories, to stay in the city.

It is the footprints of our past, the sweetness of our past.

You who loved me like that in the past, no matter how hard we tried.

There are still some things that we can't do, and it's not difficult to think about being alone.

It's hard to miss you so much but not be close to you, I will.

I will see your smiling face in my other world.

Hear your thoughts, smell your breath.

This is the fate of my love, I can't escape you, I can't do without you.

I can't escape you, I can't live without you.

Tears of cherry blossoms - Benxi.

Word: Benxi. Song: Benxi.

That year, that month, that day, under that cherry blossom tree.

He kissed her until his voice was hoarse.

Good memories come and go, hurrying, still, not noisy.

She lost her life, leaving him speechless.

Unforgettable love does not need to be proven.

If you have a feeling heart, you can fully experience it.

The unforgettable pain cannot be expressed in words.

There will always be a gap between her and hers.

Flowers fall in the air, piece by piece to form a flower.

Hearts fall in the wind, fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air, piece by piece to form a flower.

Hearts fall in the wind, fragmented to the end of the next century.

The flowers fall one by one in the wind, and they can't be pieced together.

Hearts fall in the wind, fragmented to the end of the next century.

The early spring sun slowly crawled on him.

It was as if I saw that face so innocent again.

Without her, his world collapsed mercilessly.

Is she thinking about him in another world.

That year, that month, that day, under that cherry blossom tree.

If he hadn't known her, she hadn't loved him.

This tragedy will not sprout.

Thinking about it, he thought about it and thought of the girl, the cute hairpin.

If he is a cowherd, if she is a weaver girl.

Every year, there is a 7th of July.

She can speak, she can sob, she can let him see her heart.

In the extremely light air, there is a mood flowing with nowhere to place.

The cherry blossoms fall warmly, but today it is as cold as ice.

You know my heart, flowers falling in the air.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented until the end of the next century, flowers fall in the wind.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented until the end of the next century, flowers fall in the wind.

One by one, they can't be put together into flowers, and their hearts fall in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century, a long, long time ago.

I am the one who stays with you, and you are the one who stays in my heart.

What remains around us is memories, to stay in the city.

It is the footprints of our past, the sweetness of our past.

You who loved me like that in the past, no matter how hard we tried.

There are still some things that we can't do, and it's not difficult to think about being alone.

It's hard to miss you so much but not be close to you, I will.

I will see your smiling face in my other world.

Hear your thoughts, smell your breath.

This is the fate of my love, I can't escape you, I can't do without you.

I can't escape you, I can't live without you.

[ti: tears of cherry blossoms].

ar: Benxi].

by: Xiaoqiang].

"Tears of Cherry Blossoms".

Benxi, that year, that month, that day, that cherry blossom tree.

He kissed her and laughed until his voice was hoarse.

Good memories come and go, hurrying, still, not noisy.

She lost her life, leaving him speechless.

Unforgettable love does not need to be proven.

If you have a feeling heart, you can fully experience it.

The unforgettable pain cannot be expressed in words.

There will always be a gap between her and hers.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

The early spring sun slowly crawled on his body.

It was as if I saw that face so innocent again.

Without her, his world collapsed mercilessly.

Does she also think about him in the other world.

That year, that month, that day, under that cherry blossom tree.

If he hadn't known her, she hadn't loved him.

This tragedy will not sprout.

Thinking about it, he thought about it and thought of the girl, the cute hairpin.

If he is a cowherd, if she is a weaver girl.

Every year, there is a 7th of July.

She can speak, she can sob, she can let him see her heart.

There was a mood of nowhere to be placed in the very light air.

The cherry blossoms fall warmly, but today it is as cold as ice.

You know my heart.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Once upon a time.

I am the one who stays with you.

The one who remains in my heart is you.

What remains around us are memories.

Staying in this city is the footprint of our past.

The sweetness of our past.

You who loved me like that in the past.

This world, no matter how hard we try.

There are still things we can't do.

It's not hard to think about being alone.

The difficulty is that I want you so much, but I can't get close to you.

I will, I will be in another world.

See your smiling face.

Hear your thoughts.

Smell your breath.

This is the destiny of my love.

I can't escape you, I can't live without you.

I can't escape you, I can't live without you.

That year, that month, that day, under that cherry blossom tree.

He kissed her and laughed until his voice was hoarse.

Good memories come and go, hurrying, still, not noisy.

She lost her life, leaving him speechless.

Unforgettable love does not need to be proven.

If you have a feeling heart, you can fully experience it.

The unforgettable pain cannot be expressed in words.

There will always be a gap between her and hers.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

The early spring sun slowly crawled on his body.

It was as if I saw that face so innocent again.

Without her, his world collapsed mercilessly.

Does she also think about him in the other world.

That year, that month, that day, under that cherry blossom tree.

If he hadn't known her, she hadn't loved him.

This tragedy will not sprout.

Thinking about it, he thought about it and thought of the girl, the cute hairpin.

If he is a cowherd, if she is a weaver girl.

Every year, there is a 7th of July.

She can speak, she can sob, she can let him see her heart.

There was a mood of nowhere to be placed in the very light air.

The cherry blossoms fall warmly, but today it is as cold as ice.

You know my heart.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Flowers fall in the air.

Piece by piece, it can't be a flower.

The heart falls in the wind.

Fragmented to the end of the next century.

Once upon a time.

I am the one who stays with you.

The one who remains in my heart is you.

What remains around us are memories.

Staying in this city is the footprint of our past.

The sweetness of our past.

You who loved me like that in the past.

This world, no matter how hard we try.

There are still things we can't do.

It's not hard to think about being alone.

The difficulty is that I want you so much, but I can't get close to you.

I will, I will be in another world.

See your smiling face.

Hear your thoughts.

Smell your breath.

This is the destiny of my love.

I can't escape you, I can't live without you.

I can't escape you, I can't live without you.

Expected results.

Didn't say much.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

Mottled with the streetscape.

Why don't you pretend to understand.

Why don't I listen quietly.

There's no more I need to understand.

There's nothing you don't understand.

It won't be like that between us.

Curl the corners of your mouth. Didn't sneak a laugh.

Maybe it's just a wry smile of helplessness.

Can't forget your smile.

Can't stop your giggles.

Not being distressed only makes me more distressed.

You appear. I don't feel uneasy.

Hate time. I can't help but miss it.

There is no result of knowing it.

But I'm still holding on to my illusions.

I laughed at myself too.

Half a year ago. I'll walk you past the fruit stand.

Not allowed. You leave my sight.

on the bus. Warm your hands.

Come on now. It's just me.

Wishful thinking. Expected results.

Didn't say much.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

Mottled with the streetscape.

You appear. I don't feel uneasy.

Hate time. I can't help but miss it.

There is no result of knowing it.

But I'm still holding on to my illusions.

I laughed at myself too.

Half a year ago. I'll walk you past the fruit stand.

Not allowed. You leave my sight.

Warm your hands on the bus.

It's just me now.

Wishful. Expected results.

Didn't say much.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

With the street scene slowly mottled back.

Expected results.

Didn't say much.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

As the street scene slowly mottles, don't overdo it.

La-la-la. Expected results.

Didn't say much.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

As the street scene slowly mottles, don't overdo it.

Despicable Singer: Ben Xi (VCE).

There is too much to say. Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

Mottled with the streetscape.

Why. No.

I don't understand. Pretend to understand.

Why. I don't.

Will listen quietly.

With me, I should. Understood.

With you no. Understood.

It won't be like that between us.

There is stealing. Laughing.

Maybe it's just pointless.

A helpless wry smile.

I can't forget you.

Smile. Can't quit yours.

Giggle. Having distress only makes me more distressed.

You appear. I don't feel uneasy.

Hate time. I can't help but miss it.

There are results. But I still fantasize about me.

I laugh at myself too.

Half a year ago. I'll walk you past the fruit stand.

Not allowed. You leave my sight.

on the bus. Warm your hands.

Come on now. It's just me.

Wishful. There is too much to say.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

As the street scene slowly mottles, don't overdo it.

You appear. I don't feel uneasy.

Hate time. I can't help but miss it.

There are results. But I still fantasize about me.

I laugh at myself too.

Half a year ago. I'll walk you past the fruit stand.

Not allowed. You leave my sight.

Warm your hands on the bus.

It's just me now.

Wishful. There is too much to say.

Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

Slowly mottled with the streetscape.

Don't overdo it.

There is too much to say. Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

As the street scene slowly mottles, don't overdo it.

There is too much to say. Wind and snow streaked.

It's me who is too cowardly.

Gorgeous silence.

Maybe it's relief.

Warm gentleness.

As the street scene slowly mottles, don't overdo it.