Lyrics of Distance by Qiu Mengyao, Cindy Mengyao Distance lyrics

Distance (Meng Yao. Pick up the pen and slowly sketch yesterday.

The color picture has become a black and white dotted line.

You can't just go back to yesterday and look at your face.

The blue sky and white clouds have become the poems of the past.

You said you liked the smell of Pepsi.

I also once told me that I like Dami very much.

When I see your achievements accumulated bit by bit.

I also know that it is all an effort made for the sake of dreams.

The distance between the two of them is fading away.

This is the sad love of long-distance love sooner or later.

Trust in each other is only one-tenth.

**The voice in the heart never enters the heart.

Maybe he will have a confidante by his side.

Talking about secrets that of course can't be told to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have had too many expectations in the first place.

In the end, I won't lose a lot.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

You can't see it, but you can hear it with your ears.

You can't touch it, you can smell it.

Familiar numbers and unfamiliar street corners.

The graffiti walls bear the mark of loneliness.

The grandmother next door said that love is what it looks like.

The thicker, cooler, lighter corn soup it boils.

But without condiments, you will never have that taste.

How do I know this now?

Have you ever liked me? I wanted to ask, but I couldn't.

The answer is fear of the unwanted outcome.

Stubborn temper, face that doesn't bow its head.

Even if you don't want it, you can't go back.

You can't continue, you can't forget.

Memories of the past treat it as a phantom.

A person's life cannot always be stuck in the past.

Put that throbbing into the bottom of my heart.

The distance between the two of them is fading away.

This is the sad love of long-distance love sooner or later.

Trust in each other is only one-tenth.

**The voice in the heart never enters the heart.

Maybe he will have a confidante by his side.

Talking about secrets that of course can't be told to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have had too many expectations in the first place.

In the end, I won't lose a lot.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

Lyrics and singing: cindy Mengyao.

Pick up the pen and slowly sketch yesterday.

The color picture has become a black and white dotted line.

You can't just go back to yesterday and look at your face.

The blue sky and white clouds have become the poems of the past.

You said you liked the smell of Pepsi.

I also once told me that I like Dami very much.

When I see your achievements accumulated bit by bit.

I also know that it is all an effort made for the sake of dreams.

The distance between the two of them is fading away.

This is the sad love of long-distance love sooner or later.

Trust in each other is only one-tenth.

**The voice in the heart never enters the heart.

Maybe he will have a confidante by his side.

Talking about secrets that of course can't be told to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have had too many expectations in the first place.

In the end, I won't lose a lot.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

You can't see it, but you can hear it with your ears.

You can't touch it, you can smell it.

Familiar numbers and unfamiliar street corners.

The graffiti walls bear the mark of loneliness.

The grandmother next door said that love is what it looks like.

The thicker, cooler, lighter corn soup it boils.

But without condiments, you will never have that taste.

How do I know this now?

Have you ever liked me? I wanted to ask, but I couldn't.

The answer is fear of the unwanted outcome.

Stubborn temper, face that doesn't bow its head.

Even if you don't want it, you can't go back.

You can't continue, you can't forget.

Memories of the past treat it as a phantom.

A person's life cannot always be stuck in the past.

Put that throbbing into the bottom of my heart.

The distance between the two of them is fading away.

This is the sad love of long-distance love sooner or later.

Trust in each other is only one-tenth.

**The voice in the heart never enters the heart.

Maybe he will have a confidante by his side.

Talking about secrets that of course can't be told to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have had too many expectations in the first place.

In the end, I won't lose a lot.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

Pick up the pen and slowly sketch yesterday.

The color picture has become a black and white dotted line.

You can't just go back to yesterday and look at your face.

The blue sky and white clouds have become the poems of the past.

You said you liked the smell of Pepsi.

I also once told me that I like Dami very much.

When I see your achievements accumulated bit by bit.

I also know that it is all an effort made for the sake of dreams.

The distance between the two of them is fading away.

This is the sad love of long-distance love sooner or later.

Trust in each other is only one-tenth.

**The voice in the heart never enters the heart.

Maybe he will have a confidante by his side.

Talking about secrets that of course can't be told to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have had too many expectations in the first place.

In the end, I won't lose a lot.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

You can't see it, but you can hear it with your ears.

You can't touch it, you can smell it in your sense and smell it.

Familiar numbers and unfamiliar street corners.

The graffiti walls bear the mark of loneliness.

The grandmother next door said that love is what it looks like.

The thicker, cooler, lighter corn soup it boils.

But without condiments, you will never have that taste.

How do I know this now?

Have you ever liked me? I wanted to ask, but I couldn't.

The answer is fear of the unwanted outcome.

Stubborn temper, face that doesn't bow its head.

Even if you don't want it, you can't go back.

You can't continue, you can't forget.

Memories of the past treat it as a phantom.

A person's life cannot always be stuck in the past.

Put that throbbing into the bottom of my heart.

The distance between the two of them is fading away.

This is the sad love of long-distance love sooner or later.

Trust in each other is only one-tenth.

** or the sound of the finger will never enter the heart.

Maybe he will have a confidante by his side.

Talking about secrets that of course can't be told to me.

Maybe I shouldn't have had too many expectations from the beginning.

In the end, I won't lose a lot.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.

Who ever told me that it would never hurt me again.

Love tied to a kite always flies at the highest place.

I want to look back and watch and sing with you every day.

can only be reminiscent, lost for a long time ambiguous.