There is a song with a kiss in Xiangxiang, what kind of song is that

Xiangxiang - Gangnam.

The wind here is sticky.

Sticking to the thoughts of passers-by.

The rain is here to wrap up in a thread.

haunts us and lingers in the world.

You are by your side.

Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone.

Love is one ten-thousandth sweeter.

I'd rather be buried here.

Circle circle.

Every day, every day, every day, every day.

Look deeply at your face.

Angry gentleness.

Complaining gentle face.

We don't know how to love and hate.

They all think that love is like the fickleness of the wind and clouds.

Believe that day.

Forever. Time froze in this instant.

We don't know how to be gentle.

I thought that martyrdom was just an old rumor.

How much it hurts to leave sorrow.

How intense the pain is. When the dream is buried in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't understand until my heart is broken.

Circle circle.

Every day, every day, every day, every day.

Look deeply at your face.

Angry gentleness.

Complaining gentle face.

We don't know how to love and hate.

They all think that love is like the fickleness of the wind and clouds.

Believe that day.

Forever. Time froze in this instant.

We don't know how to be gentle.

I thought that martyrdom was just an old rumor.

How much it hurts to leave sorrow.

How intense the pain is. When the dream is buried in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't understand until my heart is broken.

Believe that day.

Forever. Time froze in this instant.

We don't know how to be gentle.

I thought that martyrdom was just an old rumor.

How much it hurts to leave sorrow.

How intense the pain is. When the dream is buried in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't understand until my heart is broken.

Song: Kiss.

Singing: Penny Dai.

To everyone who loves me.

A deep kiss.

Too tired to work from sunrise to dusk.

Even until the wee hours of the morning.

To everyone who has hurt me.

A deep kiss.

You're not very serious about me.

Too little condolence and even too cruel.

I owe you a kiss.

I don't dare ask who you owe.

What makes people trance.

If you miss it, you will feel regret.

Who the hell do you owe a kiss.

It's her, not me, and you never deny it.

She didn't have the patience to wait, and I wasn't qualified to ask.

To everyone I love.

A deep kiss.

Don't come back too late, it's too cold outside.

Don't force yourself.

I owe you a kiss.

I don't dare ask who you owe.

What makes people trance.

If you miss it, you will feel regret.

Who the hell do you owe a kiss.

It's her, not me, and you never deny it.

She didn't have the patience to wait, and I wasn't qualified to ask.

Who the hell do you owe a kiss.

It's her, not me, and you never deny it.

She didn't have the patience to wait, and I wasn't qualified to ask.

Song: The Moon Represents My Heart Singer: Teresa Teng **: "Polygram 88 Fine Sounds. 》

The moon represents my heart.

Singing: Teresa Teng.

You ask me how much I love you.

I love you a little.

My love is true.

My love is true, too.

The moon represents my heart.

You ask me how much I love you.

I love you a little.

My love is unwavering.

My love remains the same.

The moon represents my heart.

A gentle kiss.

It has touched my heart.

A deep love.

Teach me to miss it to this day.

You ask me how much I love you.

I love you a little.

You think about it.

You go and take a look.

The moon represents my heart.

A gentle kiss.

It has touched my heart.

A deep love.

Teach me to miss it to this day.

You ask me how much I love you.

I love you a little.

You think about it.

You go and take a look.

The moon represents my heart.

You think about it.

You go and take a look.

The moon represents my heart.

Please see if these two lyrics are what you are looking for.

Joey Yung - kiss me goodnight medley: Nightshade Give me a kiss.

**:Not. Give me a kiss Yes or no.

Kiss me on the face and leave a mark of love.

Give me a kiss Yes or no.

Kiss on my heart and make me miss you.

Even if it's staring into your eyes.

You must not. I also invite you to be clear.

Never be sad. Even if it's staring at your lips.

You didn't hear back. I will also plead with you.

Never be sad. Give me a kiss Yes or no.

It's okay to kiss you, I'm just as grateful.

The south wind blows coolly, and the nightingale sings softly.

The flowers under the moon are all in a dream, only the night is fragrant.

Fragrant.

I love the night, and I love the nightingale singing.

I love the flower-like dream even more, embracing the nightshade.

Kissing nightshade.

Nightshade I sing for you.

Nightshade, I'll think about it.

Yes. I sing for you, I think for you.

Evening primrose Nightshade Nightshade.

The smell of fragrant fragrance.

Liu Ning. The white cheongsam is full of happiness.

The stars are lonely and feel that lovesickness is bitter.

Raise your head and know how much the flowers fall, bow your head and don't know what spring sleep is.

The clouds pile up your smile.

The smell of fragrant rain drifts for you with the wind.

Hug you in your arms The light lemongrass of the hair.

Hook hands to stroll in the present day What a simple beauty.

Hold you tight.

Pond side Sweet reflection on the surface of the water.

Swing A performance that symbolizes love.

Imagine you and me cycling on a winding mountain road.

Accompany you to look at the sunset in the distance.

Folded manuscript vertical paper boat Thoughts hung all over the room.

Braiding the red line, the love thread is a thousand miles away.

Wait until next year's full moon to look forward to it.

Lazy snuggles up to you.

In front of the window, fly over the floating water lotus.

Tibetan paper scrap The moment of electric shock.

But if there are distracting thoughts in the heart, how can it be clean.

Night after night, sleepless.

Looking at the eaves, the stars are blinking and shining in the sky.

Chang Anxue hummed softly in her ears.

Peeking at the lantern with red characters, I half-covered my face.

In this life, you are willing to be a red face.

The white cheongsam is full of happiness.

The stars are lonely and feel that lovesickness is bitter.

Raise your head and know how much the flowers fall, bow your head and don't know what spring sleep is.

The clouds pile up your smile.

The smell of fragrant rain drifts for you with the wind.

Hug you in your arms The light lemongrass of the hair.

How simple and beautiful it is to walk around today.

Hold you tight.

Bookcase Draw a small path You say it's boring to hate it.

Squeeze my eye medicine and splash ink with a broken brush.

On the moonlit night of the painted spring river, the next tide of the moon passes a tide.

Remarks: Love poems are copied by hand.

Paper-wrapped glutinous potato rice cake There are also grains at the corners of the mouth.

The sweet taste of the whispering on the wall.

She Xiang asked the Buddha to worship the temple and ask for marriage to tell the old man.

Stay together for the rest of your life until you are old.

The mark of the palm of the hand Grandpa's rice dried.

We only respectfully stirred our feet to catch fish and float on the side of the bridge.

A touch of vanilla rubs off the comma bother.

Pure beauty has to hold you tightly.