Does anyone know what that song is called?

Uh, I actually found this

Xiao Hongchen lyrics: Li Manting Composer: Li Zongsheng.

Singing: Chen Shuhua.

Hongchen is ridiculous, and infatuation is the most boring.

It's okay to keep your eyes open.

In this life, the heart is not finished, but there is nothing to disturb.

I just want to get away with it for half a lifetime.

When you wake up, you smile at people and forget all about your dreams.

Sigh that it was too early to get dark.

The next life is unpredictable, love and hate are written off.

I just want to be happy until I get old.

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, and no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them.

Let me sway. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart, regardless of how much cause and effect there is.

Drunk alone. Cry today and laugh tomorrow, don't ask anyone to understand.

Proud. The song is singing, the dance is dancing, and the long night is long and unaware.

Will be happy to find.

Hongchen is ridiculous, and infatuation is the most boring.

It's okay to keep your eyes open.

In this life, the heart is not finished, but there is nothing to disturb.

I just want to get away with it for half a lifetime.

When you wake up, you smile at people and forget all about your dreams.

Sigh that it was too early to get dark.

The next life is unpredictable, love and hate are written off.

I just want to be happy until I get old.

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, and no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them.

Let me sway. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart, regardless of how much cause and effect there is.

Drunk alone. Cry today and laugh tomorrow, don't ask anyone to understand.

Proud. The song is singing, the dance is dancing, and the long night is long and unaware.

Will be happy to find.

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, and no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them.

Let me sway. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart, regardless of how much cause and effect there is.

Drunk alone. Cry today and laugh tomorrow, don't ask anyone to understand.

Proud. The song is singing, the dance is dancing, and the long night is long and unaware.

Will be happy to find.

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, and no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them.

Let me sway. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart, regardless of how much cause and effect there is.

Drunk alone. Cry today and laugh tomorrow, don't ask anyone to understand.

Proud. The song is singing, the dance is dancing, and the long night is long and unaware.

Will be happy to find.

Ask the great god, my dad just killed him, what song is this? Thank you.

The sound of falling snow.

Language: Chinese.

Affiliation**: Ear realm.

In February, the white trembling snow was like a farewell.

When we walked through the street.

Freeze the side of your face.

It's so cold and tearful.

White Day.

You'll never see what you say.

In the blink of an eye, love is a catastrophe.

Destroyed my original world.

Broken late spring roses.

How sweet others smile at each other.

Reminds me of my sadness.

And last year we also held hands.

The snow fell all night in February.

Sad people don't sleep.

I'm alone in winter.

How embarrassing the love song is.

Snow in February in front of the window.

Blurred vision.

The moment when Kiga burst into tears.

I miss you so much.

But there is no language.

In the blink of an eye, love is a catastrophe.

Destroyed my original world.

Broken late spring roses.

How sweet others smile at each other.

Reminds me of my sadness.

And last year we also held hands.

The snow fell all night in February.

Sad people don't sleep.

I'm alone in winter.

How embarrassing the love song is.

The snow of the moon in the second cave is in front of the window.

Blurred vision.

The moment the tears flowed.

I miss you so much.

But there is no language. Collapse.

This is the song of the potato brigade and the number of orange stools, who knows if there is a young age?