Ask for ediq us for the lrc lyrics of this song.

ti: We].

ar:ediq]

al:]by:Evening primrose].

We at Ediq adapted Nana's episode and wrote some words in a modern style.

The café on the corner of the side street, filled with a unique mocha fragrance, half past nine, the black piano keys are playing, you sing on the stage, the trembling sound in your voice, I use the lighter to play with the candle, you deliberately avoid my direction, use the microphone to cover it.

We just, not quite accustomed to, a gothic breakup after a one-man room.

It's just that we chase our ideals too much.

The entangled flower stand behind the turntable is spelled into a Europa mood oil painting, eleven o'clock, and it is customary to refill the cup to pluck your hair.

You sing with your eyes closed, your fingers up and down to the rhythm, the obvious hoarseness in your voice, and the words i miss you are written back and forth in the air.

I know that we haven't let go of each other yet.

We just, not quite accustomed to, a gothic breakup after a one-man room.

It's just that we chase our ideals too much.

We just, not quite accustomed to, a gothic breakup after a one-man room.

It's just that we chase our ideals too much.

[ti: bean curd rice].

ar:ediq]

by: The stars and the moon are sparse].

Bean curd rice. Lyrics Singing: ediq

Composer Arranger: Tony MS

Cello: Sining.

Late stage: Si Han.

I fold my dreams into paper airplanes.

Take advantage of the wind and throw it away.

It flew over the old home edge to the apartment.

Turn left for 10 meters.

The old teahouse soaked my memories.

The mountain city clouds and rain entered the play.

The whole family stands in front of the camera.

Laughing happily.

And now. I did. Only the notes can be opened.

Drawing a beautiful Chinese New Year's Eve.

The fireworks fade into the sky.

Don't send it. Friends. [I turn around and wave.]

It's really going to be a long, long time to see you next time. For a long time.

Bean curd rice. One person gets half.

I say goodbye to the past.

It is interspersed with reunion.

Bean curd rice. The owner came for another bowl.

I just tasted the sadness today.

It still tastes good. Still.

The yellow kudzu tree filled my thoughts.

Hometown lies in the morning light.

The hoarse roar of the trumpet.

Wake up the lights.

But now I'm here.

Finally, I understand this sentence.

Too much of the White Emperor.

The clouds are gone.

Don't drink it. Friends. [Waving goodbye.]

Maybe goodbye is really a long, long time. For a long time.

Bean curd rice (white: Shu road difficult).

One person gets half.

I say goodbye to the past.

It is interspersed with reunion.

Bean curd rice. The owner came for another bowl.

I just tasted the sadness today.

It still tastes good.

Bean curd rice. One person gets half.

I say goodbye to the past.

It is interspersed with reunion.

Bean curd rice. The owner came for another bowl.

I just tasted the sadness today.

It still tastes good.

Still. [

Singer: Ediq

by: No]

Song: Lost. Word: ediq

Singing: ediq

Squeeze one step, avoid two steps.

On the Hongqiao, it was bustling.

Don't block the road with the porter in front.

Lead the donkey and look at it.

The camel caravan in the Western Regions is so long.

Don't stop, the smell of new wine.

Bypassing the caravan, there is a gambling house.

The dice cup shook up at six o'clock, and I made the banker.

The old drama is old and singing, and the young generals on the stage.

A sonorous song was sung all over Bianjing.

The hairpin powder is fragrant. Outside the good door, the new sedan boudoir looks at the curtain.

The mother was anxious to hold an umbrella on the side.

The song willow began to speak, and the children in the private school looked out of the window.

The two yellow orioles are so itchy.

Storytelling alleys, gentry and officials squint.

Three religions and nine streams are mixed into this stream.

Zhu Ting folded the fan, and I led the little donkey and laughed wildly.

Qingming went to the river to laugh at this scene*

The high city is a wall, a thick wall.

The root of the city wall, the fragrance of rock sugar.

Sugar gourd for copper coin jingling.

Look at the palm prints, the figure of eight hits.

Madame has her own blessings.

If you see it, it will be a tael of silver.

When the valley rain came, it was on the ridge.

The buffalo was busy, and the house was full of forage.

New sails, new oars, busy on the dock.

Cailou Huanmen hangs out of Bianjing.

Spring in the market.