Ask for the lyrics of Bitter Coffee on the street with the rain

Sad intersection - Bai WenWords: Xie Tong.

Music: Meng Wenhao.

Arranger: Wang Fei.

Dizi: Dou Fei.

Erhu: Li Long.

Backing vocals: Red apples.

Mixing: Ah King

Recording studio: Beijing Shangjia first-line recording studio.

Producer: Beijing Shangjia first-line **cultural communication****.

Walk in the windy streets.

A cup of coffee brought tears to my eyes

I remember when we held hands.

At this cold intersection at dusk.

On the streets where we once met.

There is still your tenderness in your hands.

You said you would protect me.

Be with me forever.

Please don't hurt me.

I'm also a vulnerable woman.

I also need someone to accompany me.

I long for your comfort.

Who will warm my heart.

Please don't hurt me.

I am also a weak woman.

Twenty-year-old love, thirty-year-old tears.

How long will it take to go on the road of love?

How long will it take to go on the road of love?

Walk in the windy streets.

A cup of coffee brought tears to my eyes

I remember when we held hands.

At this cold intersection at dusk.

On the streets where we once met.

There is still your tenderness in your hands.

You said you would protect me.

Be with me forever.

Please don't hurt me.

I'm also a vulnerable woman.

I also need someone to accompany me.

I long for your comfort.

Who will warm my heart.

Please don't hurt me.

I am also a weak woman.

Twenty-year-old love, thirty-year-old tears.

How long will it take to go on the road of love?

How long will it take to go on the road of love?

Please don't hurt me.

I'm also a vulnerable woman.

I also need someone to accompany me.

I long for your comfort.

Who will warm my heart.

Please don't hurt me.

I am also a weak woman.

Twenty-year-old love, thirty-year-old tears.

How long will it take to go on the road of love?

How long will it take for the love road to go web links.

Listen to the little raindrops that I am familiar with whispering the notes of the song outside the window.

Ding your familiar clear I listen to the heart secretly in the travels.

The new scent of the earth Who was moved by the rainbow Embracing the blue sky Intoxicated with coffee after the rain.

Who will gently touch whose heart.

Whoever is singing quietly is listening.

Who has ever pretended to hold you unintentionally.

Who deliberately calmed this feeling?

Who will gently touch whose heart.

Whoever is singing quietly is listening.

Who ever pretended to hold you unintentionally?

Who deliberately believes that Sun is calming this feeling.

Who will gently touch whose heart.

Whoever is singing quietly is listening.

Who ever pretended to hold you unintentionally?

Who) but calmed the feelings.

Who's ......Whose heart.

Whoever sings no one listens.

Oh) who has held you oh ......

Who has slipped the oak and left this feeling.

Does anyone know - Ren Yueli.

Does anyone know. Loneliness is the seed of sadness.

It gradually takes root in the heart.

Eventually it grows into a tall tree.

I sighed and worried in the shade of the trees.

Does anyone know. Loneliness is coffee on a rainy night.

Monotonous raindrops tick under the windowsill.

Savor it in the dead of night.

The bitterness becomes stronger and more difficult to dilute.

Does anyone know. My happiness is just a fairy tale.

It burns like a flying meteor in an instant.

Draw a beautiful and charming arc.

I wanted to see it early in the morning but I couldn't see it.

Does anyone know. My happiness is just a flower in the mirror.

I thought I had it, but I found it just a dream.

I've long been accustomed to not thinking about the perfect ending.

But he still longs for a word of comfort.

Does anyone know. My happiness is just a fairy tale.

It burns like a flying meteor in an instant.

Draw a beautiful and charming arc.

I wanted to see it early in the morning but I couldn't see it.

Does anyone know. My happiness is just a flower in the mirror.

I thought I had it, but I found it just a dream.

I've long been accustomed to not thinking about the perfect ending.

But he still longs for a word of comfort.

I've long been accustomed to not thinking about the perfect ending.

But he still longs for a word of comfort.