The wind in spring, the rain in autumn, and the flock on the opposite side are the words in the song

It's a song about asking for a mate.,It's very good.。

Can the spring wind blow the summer rain?

Can the autumn moon illuminate the snow in winter.

Can the stars in the night sky fall into the sea of morning light?

Can the spring in the mountains meet the geese flying south?

Can you see through the line of fate earlier?

Can you not fall into it easily?

Can you slower your limited time.

Can you promise me a forever?

Maybe I'll only turn back after hitting the south wall.

Maybe I'll die when I see the Yellow River.

Maybe I'd like to go all the way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet.

Can a broken string tear through the cocoon of self-restraint?

Can the extinguished fire burn away the remaining thoughts?

Can the clouds in the dream turn into familiar faces?

Can the calamity of the past life be exchanged for the fate of this life?

Can you trust the vows of your youth earlier?

Can you not say goodbye easily.

Can you slow down and feel the fetters of the years?

Can you allow me to do it once?

Maybe I'll only turn back after hitting the south wall.

Maybe I'll die when I see the Yellow River.

Maybe I'd like to go all the way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet.

Maybe I'll only turn back after hitting the south wall.

Maybe I'll die when I see the Yellow River.

Maybe I'd like to go all the way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet.

Maybe I haven't forgotten which one of them.

Is it Luo Dayou's childhood?

The same question seems to be the wind of spring, the rain of summer ,..of me and. What song is you?

The original lyrics are "Can the wind in spring bring rain in summer, and can the moon in autumn illuminate the snow in winter?"

This song is Mu Xiaoya's "Can You Can".

Can you do it"-Mu Xiaoya.

Lyrics: Mu Xiaoya.

Composer: Mu Xiaoya.

Can the spring wind blow the summer rain?

Can the autumn moon illuminate the snow in winter.

Can the stars in the night sky fall into the sea of morning light?

Can the spring in the mountains meet the geese flying south?

Can you see through the line of fate earlier?

Can you not fall into it easily, can you slow down?

Squandering limited time can you promise me a forever.

Maybe I'll only turn back after hitting the south wall.

Maybe I'll die when I see the Yellow River.

Maybe I'd like to go all the way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet.

Can a broken string tear through the cocoon of self-restraint?

Can the extinguished fire burn away the remaining thoughts?

Can the clouds in the dream turn into familiar faces?

Can the calamity of the past life be exchanged for the fate of this life?

Can you trust the vows of your youth earlier?

Can you not say goodbye easily, can you slow down.

Feel the fetters of the years Can you allow me to fulfill it once?

Maybe I'll only turn back after hitting the south wall.

Maybe I'll die when I see the Yellow River.

Maybe I'd like to go all the way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet.

Maybe I'll only turn back after hitting the south wall.

Maybe I'll die when I see the Yellow River.

Maybe I'd like to go all the way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet.

Maybe I haven't forgotten about him.

Mu Xiaoya's popularity is not only due to the help of the platform, but also thanks to the accumulation of her daily bits and pieces. A clean and elegant female voice, but there is stubbornness and firmness in the gentleness, like the wind on a midsummer night, clean and comfortable. As a "post-90s" Mu Xiaoya, she studied erhu in her early years, and later taught herself guitar and ukulele.

In his sophomore year of university, he founded the first university ukulele club in Nanjing, and has been creating since then.

You should be talking about the wind in July, the rain in August, humble I like you far away, this is far away you.

The spring wind brings a beautiful song to the earth.

The spring wind is like a wake-up call in the barracks, she wakes up the sleeping grass, awakens the contemplative willow ,......It also drove away the cold wind, ice and snow of winter, and the spring breeze called us to get up early for morning exercises.

Dead dogs, pigs, butt cows, cow stuffy dogs.

The spring rain is a drumstick, and the spring wind is a scissors.

The spring rain is a lullaby of paint. The spring wind is the cuckoo in the early morning.

Glad to solve the problem for you (*

The spring rain is a trumpet, and the spring wind is a pair of scissors.

The spring rain is a violin, and the spring wind is a fan.