Who wrote the lyrics of Flower Love Butterfly, the original song of Butterfly Love Flower

The lyrics of Flower Love Butterfly should have been written by Nanquan's mother.

The secluded years float back and forth, and the screen provokes the sunset.

Half of the flowers, half of the people who are thinking about it, you don't give anything on your mind.

When the oil ran out, the lights went out, and I couldn't sleep after a long night.

After all, it's not snow, and I feel like I can't get it back.

Landscapes in splashed ink Who have you painted.

I spread out the scroll with character descriptions.

I never owned you all night.

He has your hand-drawn thoughtfulness.

Signed in the payment regret Who have you hurt.

I can't bear to look at the tears in the rice paper.

You delicately touch everything that has him.

I'm around you and you don't feel it.

When the oil ran out, the lights went out, and I couldn't sleep after a long night.

After all, it's not snow, and I feel like I can't get it back.

Landscapes in splashed ink Who have you painted.

I spread out the scroll with character descriptions.

I never owned you all night.

He has your hand-drawn thoughtfulness.

Signed in the payment regret Who have you hurt.

I can't bear to look at the tears in the rice paper.

You delicately touch everything that has him.

I'm around you and you don't feel it.

The small bridge and flowing water, the flowers love the butterflies, and the wind blows gently.

Don't chase the past, you know who I'm waiting for.

During the rainy season, the leaves fall and the water level is full.

I won't wait for time to be ashamed.

Alan Tam sings a song. "Butterfly Love Flower" is a song written by Jian Jiaming, composed by Jay Chou, and sung by Alan Tam, which is included in ** "Tilt Listen", released on May 27, 2022.

The original song of the song is the song "Thousands of Miles Away" sung by Jay Chou and Fei Yuqing.

Lyrics: Outside the door, under the green willow curtain to welcome the day, has she ever been there?

The love is not enough to sigh and remember the troubles, and the spring is regarded as the clear autumn.

The thick fog makes people tired and their eyebrows gradually wrinkle, and the wind sweeps through the thousands of autumns.

Love is like a butterfly dance, and it is difficult to stop in the hand, and the love is gone.

Observe the darkness and always owe her to touch, and see the dust in a blink of an eye.

Like a fluttering message, even if you hear it, you can't guess it.

Promise to keep your heart as it was before, and hope that you will receive it.

The world is changing, and the boat has been missed.

Promise to be sure that you are surprised and missed, and then you will not receive it.

The flowers bloom and are emaciated in a moment, and the butterfly pounces into it permanently.

The moth moon inside the wall is embroidered in blue and white on her skirt, and she has a jade buckle on her collar.

The long night people are drunk and sad and worried, and now corresponds to Zhuang Zhou.

Who is playing the piano strings like silk and satin, and the sound is endless.

With the dream years and months, we will accompany the white head and watch the spring and autumn together.

Observe the darkness and always owe her touch, and regret that Sun saw the dust in a blink of an eye.

Like a fluttering message, even if you hear it, you can't guess it.

Promise to keep your heart as before, and look forward to receiving it.

The world is changing, and the sky is as good as ever, and the flat boat group has been missed.

Promise to be sure that you are surprised and missed, and then you will not receive it.

The flowers bloom for a moment, shouting that they are emaciated, and the butterflies pounce in.

Promise to keep your heart as before, and look forward to receiving it.

The world is changing, and the boat has been missed.

Promise to be sure that you are surprised and missed, and then you will not receive it.

The flowers are too thin to be emaciated in a moment, and it is enough for the butterflies to pounce.

"Butterfly Love Flower Original Song" is Deng Ziqi. Lyrics by Wei Gu Valley, music composed by Xie Yuyi, and also the theme song of Jin Yong's martial arts ** "Dragon Babu", released on September 2, 2012. Deng Ziqi, a famous young singer-songwriter in Hong Kong, is a new diva in the music scene.

Born in Shanghai on August 16, 1991, he moved to Hong Kong at the age of 4 to settle down.

At the age of 5, he began to try his hand at composing and writing lyrics, and at the age of 13, he completed the 8th grade piano. She debuted in 2008 and won the Gold Award for Female Newcomer at the Pop Chart Awards Ceremony in 2009, making her the youngest and first underage winner of the award in the past years. Because of its wide vocal range, many senior singers have publicly praised Liquid Rock Dou by name.

So far, she is the only new idol in China, Hong Kong and Taiwan who has been widely loved by audiences across the Taiwan Strait and three places without TV talent shows. In 2011, he held 5 solo concerts at the Red Pavilion. Representative works include "Sleeping Princess", "Love You", "My Secret", "Bubble" and so on.

Lyrics of "Butterfly Love Flower Original Song":The smile is still there, and the eyes are still in the past, giving me a dull and boring touch.

I sighed for the love story, the vow, and wept and turned into a tide.

Every night before the moon in the flowers, I remember you bit by bit, and I feel that the love is as thin as wings.

You are still asleep, I am still weeping to death, a pair of pairs fly far away and leave myself in an instant.

I remembered on the boat on the shore of the lake that year, who thought about it, and wandered away from the world.

Give me a lifetime to stay in this heaven and earth, even if it rains and the moon is still beautiful.

Two hundred years old is also intoxicated, who will meet and reunite in my memory, I will have no fun in this life.

Your voice is as weak as water, and you have gray hair, and you can't spend this life with you.

The emotions of the executive are all shocking, and they all kiss and flap their wings with the world.

Ignore the bombardment of the crowd and go with the gray hair.

Love, only afraid of burning in the dream.

The lonely dusk is like a glass wick, and I hope that I can get closer again in the next life.