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It's 8:46 a.m. on April 11.

Today I'm going back to school, leaving all the people in my memories, trying to find a place to think, to get rid of all my cowardice, to pack up everything that happened.

I want to be perfect where the sun is and where the warmth is.

In the end, you hold my hand and hold my right hand.

It's okay to think more about others and keep smiling at people, so that there is nothing wrong with the people who stay and miss me a lot.

Dense chat history on the computer.

It's all line by line that warms my touch.

Although I rarely speak, rarely reply, and rarely express emotion.

But this warmth always makes me want to cry when I am depressed.

I don't fight with anyone, and it's a waste of time to fight with anyone.

I can only sing my songs and taste what you have touched me.

I'm here, you're in**.

The coldness of thousands of miles north of the Qinling Mountains will also be broken by me.

I'm not a god, I'm not a saint, I'm not a good person.

I walked and watched humbly but firmly.

Singing is my way of expression.

Although some people say that I have no future.

But who can tell their future.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were happy and sang happily?

The sorrow of a sunny July 7 day is no match for the fragrance of Park 7.

Don't say goodbye dear today, listen to me sing quietly.

Only Nanshan remembers the past.

Love is only clear and sad on the rain.

I promise to love you only in this life.

Songshan sat alone and wept.

Song: Broken Talk.

Singer: Xu Song.

Words: Good Night Arranger: Li Yijie (V.))

RAP: Xu Song (VAE).

It's 8:46 a.m. on April 11.

Today I'm going back to school, leaving all the people in my memories, trying to find a place to think, to get rid of all my cowardice, to pack up everything that happened.

I want to be perfect where the sun is and where the warmth is.

In the end, you hold my hand and hold my right hand.

It's okay to think more about others and keep smiling at people, so that there is nothing wrong with the people who stay and miss me a lot.

Dense chat history on the computer.

It's all line by line that warms my touch.

Although I rarely speak, rarely reply, and rarely express emotion.

But this warmth always makes me want to cry when I am depressed.

I don't fight with anyone, and it's a waste of time to fight with anyone.

I can only sing my songs and taste what you have touched me.

I'm here, you're in**.

The coldness of thousands of miles north of the Qinling Mountains will also be broken by me.

I'm not a god, I'm not a saint, I'm not a good person.

I walked and watched humbly but firmly.

Singing is my way of expression.

Although some people say that I have no future.

But who can tell their future.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were happy and sang happily?

The sorrow of a sunny July 7 day is no match for the fragrance of Park 7.

Don't say goodbye dear today, listen to me sing quietly.

Broken words. VAE Xu Song - "Broken Words".

Lyricist. Composition. Arrangement. Singing Xu Song (vae).

Lyrics: It's 8:46 a.m. on April 11th.

Today I'm going back to school and hiding all the people in my memories.

I want to find a place to think about it, to get rid of all my cowardice.

Everything that happens is packaged.

I want to be perfect where the sun is and where the warmth is.

In the end, you hold my hand and hold my right hand.

There is nothing wrong with thinking about others and smiling at people.

There's nothing wrong with the people who stay and miss me a lot.

Dense chat history on the computer.

It's all line by line that warms my touch.

Although the hail is hidden, I rarely speak, rarely reply, and rarely express emotion.

But this warmth always makes me want to cry when I am depressed.

I don't fight with anyone, and it's a waste of time to fight with anyone.

I can only sing my songs and taste what you have touched me.

I'm here, you're wanting.

The coldness of thousands of miles north of the Qinling Mountains will also be broken by me.

I'm not a god, I'm not a saint, I'm not a good person.

I walked and watched humbly but firmly.

Singing is my way of expression.

Although some people say that I have no future.

But who can tell their future.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were happy and sang happily?

The sorrow of a sunny July 7 day is no match for the fragrance of Park 7.

Don't say goodbye dear today, listen to me sing quietly.

Think more about others and keep smiling at people There's nothing wrong with this Bu Zhen The people who stay miss me a lot It's not bad The dense chat records on the computer are all lines and lines warm my touches Although I am very upright, I rarely speak, rarely reply, and rarely express my feelings, but this warmth always makes me want to cry when I am depressed.

"Vae & Echo - Hurt Voice.

LRC Lyrics

Whether to silence too many moments.

The whole night turned around.

The reality I couldn't see had closed my eyes.

I can't think about how time should pass.

Because it's always too much to resist this feeling of loss.

No one said to me.

Who should smile for me.

I opened my hands and clenched hope, only to be disappointed.

The clash of faith and reality left me bruised.

The camouflage behind the feelings.

Know no more mentions.

Or silently give up and continue like this.

Never mention who will be sad again.

Waving hands.

Excuses for a reason.

Speak out. You still turn around and leave.

** singing.

I can't move my heart.

I thought about it, I thought about it too much, and I didn't have a single tear left

can only continue to hide his heart.

I put on my headphones and turned up the volume and listened to the sad songs.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

I said I couldn't understand the smile you gave me.

Let me look forward to your embrace all the time.

Maybe never do it together again on a pirate ship.

Maybe you'll never hear you in the horror house again.

Shout out what it was like at that time.

It's really amazing.

I don't want to forget her because of time.

I'm not what you think I'm like.

The last day. I'm looking at you.

You smile at me. depp

feel, you can understand what I'm thinking.

Imagine all the hypothetical possibilities to prevent and hurt.

But how can you understand if you haven't known each other for a long time.

This time was exhausted.

Everything that is done.

For an answer.

Chase to the edge of the cape.

Every day I'm here.

Wait for that day.

But time flies too slowly, and age never changes.

All that's left for me is one.

Missing nostalgia.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know how to hear or speak.

It's just that this doesn't mean that the past can be forgotten.

If it's an injury, I can feel it's a need.

Listen to this song.

What will be in your heart at this moment.

Say you know.

I can't feel it in my heart.

Although the heart is sad, the surface is still as melancholy.

Sad songs.

I can't put it into words.

Listen to this song.

What will be in your heart at this moment.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

Whether to silence too many moments.

The whole night turned around.

The reality I couldn't see had closed my eyes.

I can't think about how time should pass.

Because it's always too much to resist this feeling of loss.

No one said to me.

Who should smile for me.

I opened my hands and clenched hope, only to be disappointed.

The clash of faith and reality left me bruised.

The camouflage behind the feelings.

Know no more mentions.

Still. It is to silently give up and continue like this.

Again. Nor does he mention who is grieved.

Waving hands.

Excuses for a reason.

Speak out. You still turn around and leave.

** singing.

I can't move my heart.

I thought about it, I thought about it too much, and I didn't have a single tear left

And so much more. Continue to disguise your voice.

I put on my headphones and turned up the volume and listened to the sad songs.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

I said I couldn't understand the smile you gave me.

Let me look forward to your embrace all the time.

Maybe never do it together again on a pirate ship.

Maybe you'll never hear you in the horror house again.

Shout. The feeling at that time.

It's really amazing.

I don't want to forget her because of time.

You want to. I'm not imagining that.

The last day. I'm looking at you.

You smile at me. depp

feel, you can understand what I'm thinking.

Imagine all the hypothetical possibilities to prevent and hurt.

But how can you understand if you haven't known each other for a long time.

This time was exhausted.

Everything that is done.

For an answer.

Chase to the edge of the cape.

Every day I'm here.

Wait for that day.

But time flies too slowly, and age never changes.

All that's left for me is one.

Missing nostalgia.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

What do you want me to say?

How to listen. I don't know how to say it.

It's just that this doesn't mean that the past can be forgotten.

If it's an injury, I can feel it's a need.

Listen to this song.

What will be in your heart at this moment.

Say you know.

I can't feel it in my heart.

Although the heart is sad, the surface is still as melancholy.

Sad songs.

I can't put it into words.

Listen to this song.

What will be in your heart at this moment.

Did you know?

I silently prayed again.

One day you will come back to my arms.

You don't hear it.

Sad songs.

Always lingering in my ears.

01.No makeup.

02 Remnant snow on the broken bridge.

03 Funeral of the roses.

04 Seongfu.

05 Imagined.

06 The old enemy of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon.

07 Qingming on the rain.

08 Why not.

09 thousand.

10 Gray Avatars.

11 Half of the city of smoke and sand.

12 Superfluous explanations.

Park Seven Funeral of the Roses.

Melbourne, sunny.

Singing earthly beauty.

Only Ai Yi is an end movie.

Andersen has no regrets.

Moth: Pink letterhead.

Unseen scenery.

Phantom City 2007-03-00

If You Become the Wind 2007-06-00

The Ballad of Snowflake 2007-08-00

Angel 2007-08-00

Broken Bridge Remnant Snow 2007-12-00

Couple Outfit 2008-01-00

I only love you 2008-02-00

I love it 2008-02-00

I want to hold your hand 2008-04-00

Angel 2008-05-00

Tears in Love 2008-05-00

My baby 2008-06-00

Nanshan Memories 2008-07-00

Bancheng Yansha 2010-04-11 without makeup.

It's 8:46 a.m. on April 11.

Today I'm going back to school, leaving all the people in my memories, trying to find a place to think, to get rid of all my cowardice, to pack up everything that happened.

I want to be perfect myself, the sun is there, the warmth is there.

In the end, you hold my hand and hold my right hand.

It's okay to think more about others and keep smiling at people, so that there is nothing wrong with the people who stay and miss me a lot.

Dense chat history on the computer.

It's all line by line that warms my touch.

Although I rarely speak, rarely reply, and rarely express emotion.

But this warmth always makes me want to cry when I am depressed.

I don't fight with anyone, and it's a waste of time to fight with anyone.

I can only sing my songs and taste what you have touched me.

I'm here, you're in**.

The coldness of thousands of miles north of the Qinling Mountains will also be broken by me.

I'm not a god, I'm not a saint, I'm not a good person.

I walked and watched humbly but firmly.

Singing is my way of expression.

Although some people say that I have no future.

But who can tell their future.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were happy and sang happily?

The sorrow of a sunny July 7 day is no match for the fragrance of Park 7.

Don't say goodbye dear today, listen to me sing quietly.