There s a song called so and so, called brother or something

Ren Xianqi's brother?

Brothers. Lyrics: Liu Siming Composer: Liu Zhihong.

Singing: Ren Xianqi.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to ** Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in life, vagrants have no extravagant love.

There is a life to be a brother, there is no afterlife, and I will miss you in the next life.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

There is this life, I am a brother in this life, I don't have an afterlife, I will miss you in the next life.

The song of the sea floated to and fro, and the echoes in the darkness drifted past.

The drifting river thinks of you every night when it rains every night.

Isn't it Chen Xiaochun's Don't touch my people Listen to it.

Title: "Brothers".

**: "Angel Brothers' Little White Face".

Singing: Ren Xianqi.

Lyrics: Liu Siming.

Composer: Liu Zhihong.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's the tears that make people sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to **.

Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in a lifetime.

Wanderers have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life and this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

Rafting river. Every night every night it rains and thinks of you.

The gentle wind sounds like an old dream.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that reality is too stiff.

Fish against the current are born with fate.

It's not that I won't bow my head, it's that tears sting.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to **.

Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in a lifetime.

Wanderers have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life and this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

Drifting river every night and every night.

It's raining and I think of you.

There is a brother in this life and this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

The song of the sea floats to and fro.

Echoes in the dark.

Forget it, if you can, it's a kind of luck.

If a person's heart can only burn a name.

Two people are going to **.

Holding hands is a world.

What is there to cherish in a lifetime.

Wanderers have no extravagant love.

There is a brother in this life and this life, and there is no afterlife.

I want you again in the afterlife Drifting river.

Every night every night it rains and thinks of you.

There is a brother in this life and this life.

I didn't think about you in the next life.

The song of the sea floats to and fro.

Echoes in the dark.

The drifting river rains every night and every night.

I think of you. <>