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It's not you. Thinking about you, loving is the breath in your dreams, sweet air, dreamy you, the real miss in your heart, reluctant to love together, holding hands, memories of your memory, instantly across the sky.
Listen to you, speak to the voice in your ear, the voice in your ear has you now, the future has your same purpose, parallel trajectories, fairy tales, quiet thoughts, slow drizzle, you and I used to be sweet.
How do you understand, I really don't understand the meaning of love, the arc of turning, maybe we meet, maybe crying, I don't want to lose in love, I can't cry, I suppress the rules of lonely love, I can never guess and I can't figure it out, I can't tell if I don't let go, if I don't let go, I will only be helpless.
ti: The Story of Chang'an City].
ar: Xiaoling].
by: [Original Base] Boiled Water].
The Tale of Chang'an City. Lyrics: Pocket Yibai (leader music) Composer Arranger Post Remix: Xiao Bin (leader music) Singing: Xiao Ling.
The rain in Chang'an City.
Who left an infatuation.
Can't wait for the rain to stop.
You turn and walk away.
Take away my memories.
Whoever hummed a song in the inn.
The falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless.
Leafy woods.
Drifting with the wind.
A beautiful view that we once enjoyed together.
Only a dry well remains.
And who is expecting it now.
It's the past you want to go back to.
I write my obsession into a letter.
I send you my thoughts.
The sunset outside the window sighed.
The goose flew lonely to the south of the city.
Strange borders, adrift fates.
If we can meet after many years, it will be like walking into a dream.
The moon is innocent and flowers fly all over the sky.
Butterflies in pairs, I asked if Hongchen was beautiful.
But you bow your head and are speechless.
Love has no regrets Dream who will accompany you.
I have experienced the wind and snow with you and traveled all over the world, and I followed.
Chang'an City woke up that night.
The hazy moonlight comes into view.
Linger on the sorrow.
You caress the shy piano sound.
Mixed with a thousand words.
Unwilling to leave with hatred.
You can't be found in the night.
I inquired along the way.
There is no news from you all the time.
Wind chimes in a foreign land.
It's like you're whispering to me.
So euphemistic.
Every word you say, every word.
It sounded and turned into a beautiful melody.
I write my obsession into a letter.
I send you my thoughts.
The sunset outside the window sighed.
The goose flew lonely to the south of the city.
Strange borders, adrift fates.
If we can meet after many years, it will be like walking into a dream.
The moon is innocent and flowers fly all over the sky.
Butterflies in pairs, I asked if Hongchen was beautiful.
But you bow your head and are speechless.
Love has no regrets Dream who will accompany you.
I have experienced the wind and snow with you and traveled all over the world, and I followed.
In an instant, the past turned into a cloud.
But your shadow keeps tugging at my heartstrings.
How to write the word fate Still reluctant to part.
The moon is innocent and flowers fly all over the sky.
Butterflies in pairs, I asked if Hongchen was beautiful.
But you bow your head and are speechless.
Love has no regrets Dream who will accompany you.
I have experienced the wind and snow with you and traveled all over the world, and I followed.
The moon is innocent and flowers fly all over the sky.
Butterflies in pairs, I asked if Hongchen was beautiful.
But you bow your head and are speechless.
Love has no regrets Dream who will accompany you.
I have experienced the wind and snow with you and traveled all over the world, and I followed.
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The rain in Chang'an City.
Who left an infatuation.
Can't wait for the rain to stop.
You turn and walk away.
Take away my memories.
Whoever hummed a song in the inn.
The falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless.
Leafy woods.
Drifting with the wind.
A beautiful view that we once enjoyed together.
Only a dry well remains.
And who is expecting it now.
It's the past you want to go back to.
I write my obsession into a letter.
I send you my thoughts.
The sunset outside the window sighed.
The goose flew lonely to the south of the city.
Strange borders, adrift fates.
If we can meet after many years, it will be like walking into a dream.
The moon is innocent, the flowers fly all over the sky, and the butterflies form pairs.
I asked if Hongchen was beautiful, but you bowed your head and were speechless.
Love has no regrets Dream who will accompany you.
With you, you have experienced the wind and snow and traveled all over the world.
I followed.
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Anjo Ji. The rain in Chang'an City.
Who left an infatuation.
Can't wait for the rain to stop.
You turn and walk away.
Take away my memories.
Whoever hummed a song in the inn.
The falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless.
Leafy woods.
Drifting with the wind.
A beautiful view that we once enjoyed together.
Only a dry well remains.
And who is expecting it now.
It's the past you want to go back to.
I write my obsession into a letter.
I send you my thoughts.
The sunset outside the window sighed.
The goose flew lonely to the south of the city.
Strange borders, adrift fates.
If we can meet after many years, it will be like walking into a dream.
The moon is innocent, the flowers fly all over the sky, and the butterflies form pairs.
I asked if Hongchen was beautiful, but you bowed your head and were speechless.
Love has no regrets Dream who will accompany you.
With you, you have experienced the wind and snow and traveled all over the world.
I followed.
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"Not You" words: Wang Yuexing.
Music: ACE Arranger: Xiaobin.
Singing: Xiao Ling.
It's you who thinks and you who loves.
Breath in a dream, sweet air.
The dreamy you, the real you.
The longing in my heart, the reluctant love.
Together Memories of holding hands.
Have your memories streaked across the sky in an instant.
How do you understand, I really don't understand.
The meaning of love The arc of turning.
Maybe meet, maybe cry.
I don't want to lose in love.
I can't cry to suppress loneliness.
The rules of love can never be guessed.
I don't understand, I can't tell.
If you don't let go, you will only be left with helplessness.
It's you who listen, it's you who speak.
The sound in your ears is the secret of melody.
Now there is you, the future has you.
The same purpose is parallel trajectories.
Whispering thoughts in fairy tales.
The drizzle of rain You and I used to be sweet.
How do you understand, I really don't understand.
The meaning of love The arc of turning.
Maybe meet, maybe cry.
I don't want to lose in love.
I can't cry to suppress loneliness.
The rules of love can never be guessed.
I don't understand, I can't tell.
If you don't let go of it.
How do you understand, I really don't understand.
The meaning of love The arc of turning.
Maybe meet, maybe cry.
I don't want to lose in love.
I can't cry to suppress loneliness.
The rules of love can never be guessed.
I don't understand, I can't tell.
If you don't let go, you will only be left with helplessness.
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Thinking about you, loving is the breath in your dreams, sweet air, dreamy you, the real miss in your heart, reluctant to love together, holding hands, memories of your memory, instantly across the sky.
Listen to you, speak to the voice in your ear, the voice in your ear has you now, the future has your same purpose, parallel trajectories, fairy tales, quiet thoughts, slow drizzle, you and I used to be sweet.
How do you understand, I really don't understand the meaning of love, the arc of turning, maybe we meet, maybe crying, I don't want to lose in love, I can't cry, I suppress the rules of lonely love, I can never guess and I can't figure it out, I can't tell if I don't let go, if I don't let go, I will only be helpless.
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Singer name: Xiaoling.
Song Title: Not You.
It's you who thinks and you who loves.
Breath in a dream, sweet air.
The dreamy you, the real you.
The longing in my heart, the reluctant love.
Together Memories of holding hands.
Have your memories streaked across the sky in an instant.
How do you understand, I really don't understand.
The meaning of love is the arc of turning.
Maybe meet, maybe cry.
I don't want to lose in love.
I can't cry to suppress loneliness.
The rules of love can never be guessed.
I don't understand, I can't tell.
If you don't let go, you will only be left with helplessness.
It's you who listen, it's you who speak.
The sound in your ears is the secret of melody.
Now there is you, the future has you.
The same purpose is parallel trajectories.
Whispering thoughts in fairy tales.
The drizzle of rain You and I used to be sweet.
How do you understand, I really don't understand.
The meaning of love is the arc of turning.
Maybe meet, maybe cry.
I don't want to lose in love.
I can't cry to suppress loneliness.
The rules of love can never be guessed.
I don't understand, I can't tell.
If you don't let go of it.
How do you understand, I really don't understand.
The meaning of love is the arc of turning.
Maybe meet, maybe cry.
I don't want to lose in love.
I can't cry to suppress loneliness.
The rules of love can never be guessed.
I don't understand, I can't tell.
If you don't let go, you will only be left with helplessness.
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