What is the English version of Dusk sung by Xiao Gang called

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Heard, there is an English version of Dusk.

Table engagement. The English one has a good sound in Chinese!!

The teacher sang the ?!!Huh

ti: dusk].

ar: Zhou Chuanxiong].

Dusk - Zhou Chuanxiong.

Lyrics: Chen Xinrong Composer: Zhou Chuanxiong.

Spend the whole summer.

Sorrow is no better.

Drive on the endless highways.

There is a feeling of leaving oneself.

I can't finish a song.

Tiredness and dark circles remain.

The world of feelings hurts inevitably.

No matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually be night.

I still remember to say it from your mouth, and the reproduction is as resolute as iron.

There was an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon at dusk.

Draw a parting sentence.

Love enters the eternal night.

I still remember the tears that slipped from your eyes and I was heartbroken.

There is an illusion of tear burns in the chaos.

The horizon at dusk.

Cut off the joy of happiness.

Love has become disillusioned.

It's the wind that brushes through the treetops.

Keep the relaxed rhythm in your heart.

Every face along the road is also smiling sweetly.

Always watchful.

It is this faith that is happy to travel.

The long road has become closer, and I feel relieved.

The street lamp may be moved to spit out the light and weave a dream.

The slanting sun is still slightly warm, still kissing the wind.

Illusory and dream-like, the notes are melodious and hazy, and the bottom of my heart is broadcast.

Rush into the natural breeze of summer summer.

The road is as illusory as the drive can be extended.

Weaving a better dream, but every thought of reunion.

Love flies to you.

It is this faith that is happy to travel.

The long road has become closer, and I feel relieved.

The street lamp may be moved to spit out the light and weave a dream.

The slanting sun is still slightly warm, still kissing the wind.

Illusory and dream-like, the notes are melodious and hazy, and the bottom of my heart is broadcast.

Rush into the natural breeze of summer summer.

The road is as illusory as the drive can be extended.

Weaving a better dream, but every thought of reunion.

Love flies to you.

People are in the path of love.

Illusory and dream-like, the notes are melodious and hazy, and the bottom of my heart is broadcast.

Rush into the natural breeze of summer summer.

The road is as illusory as the drive can be extended.

Weaving a better dream, but every thought of reunion.

Love flies to you.

Dusk Lyrics: Chen Xinrong Composer: Zhou Chuanxiong.

Spend the whole summer.

Sorrow is no better.

Drive on the endless highways.

There is a feeling of leaving oneself.

I can't finish a song.

Tiredness and dark circles remain.

The world of feelings hurts inevitably.

No matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually be night.

I still remember to say it from your mouth, and the reproduction is as resolute as iron.

There was an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon at dusk.

Draw a parting sentence.

Love enters the eternal night.

I still remember the tears that slipped from your eyes and I was heartbroken.

There is an illusion of tear burns in the chaos.

The horizon at dusk.

Cut off the joy of happiness.

Love has become disillusioned.

o⊙)…It turned out that Xiao Gang was Zhou Chuanxiong).

Spend the whole summer.

Sorrow is no better.

Drive on the endless highways.

There is a feeling of leaving oneself.

I can't finish a song.

Tiredness and dark circles remain.

The world of feelings hurts inevitably.

No matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually be night.

I still remember to say it from your mouth, and the reproduction is as resolute as iron.

There was an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon at dusk.

Draw a parting sentence.

Love enters the eternal night.

I still remember the tears that slipped from your eyes and I was heartbroken.

There is an illusion of tear burns in the chaos.

The horizon at dusk.

Cut off the joy of happiness.

Love has become disillusioned.