I'm just a fisherman. You are a bubble. The ups and downs on the canal caused smoke waves. I can only go with the flow. Only broken. Watch a night berth near Fengqiao. I am not me anymore-Suzhou River.

A butterfly with broken wings and dead leaves can't find flowers will never wither. Under the eaves of a small bridge in the night in the south of the Yangtze River, I can't understand the wilderness of Saibei-half makeup.

You are far away from the world in the bamboo forest in the deep mountains and forests, and you leave a column and a string under the finger of the golden harp for no reason-"drunken lying in the world of mortals"

I sang the last old ballad for you, and the red rain flooded with memories of how to dive. Your beautiful eyes flowed in my heart as they did then, and the last side of the ferry came to a full stop. If it's only the first time I met you, why did you leave sadly? -"If then"

On the Lantern Festival, the piano and drums are ringing, the street lamps are like day, and there are songs and laughter floating on the piano bow. The hand you have held can't be held forever-Acacia Scale

Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I will never forget your face-legend.

The sound is more leaking and the window shadow is mottled; Take off the jade bracelet and Mulan falls; If there is a commitment, life and death are broad; The moon is new and the sky is dead; Hua Shao is dying, and Kowloon is chasing the road; War flies, love can be thrown away; Silhouette, palace wall commotion. . . -"Every step is a ruin" (push the whole song)

Just like a butterfly can't fly over the sea, no one has the heart to blame it-butterfly.

Butterflies blink several times before they learn to fly; The night sky is full of stars, but a few will fall to the ground-something you don't know.

The bustling voice escaped into an empty door and shattered the world; Dreams are cold, life turns around, and several emotional debts-fireworks are easy to be cold.

That year, the umbrella was placed in the west building. At first, it was difficult to accept the rain, but I turned back slightly, and people made an appointment after dusk. In those days, who painted the West Building, the inkstone was not collected, and Guizhi was like spring water. . . -"Mo Soul" (whole word recommended)

Decadent grass is even a willow-colored flute in half the city at sunset, and green wax turns into ruby in vain. No Memory-Summer Solstice in Thirty-eight Years

Generally speaking, the artistic conception of Chinese lyrics is quite beautiful.

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Sadness:

I have heard of you, everything is healthy, you meet a beautiful woman, and you are going to get married soon; I've heard of you, and I got what I wanted. What I expect is that you know your expectations.

Time often passes without a trace, and words are too poor to say goodbye. Laughter is still like yesterday, but today it is lonely and flowery. At that time, I was holding hands, and the fog in summer was wet.

In the old thought, the glory of tea creek will never be dark.

Don't worry, there will always be weak water in the sea; Let Go of Entanglement and Send Acacia to Wushan —— The classical Chinese version of Someone likes you (my personal love)

We used to love each other, and it makes us sad to think about it-sad.

Happiness is beautiful, but you can't touch it through the glass-love is like air.

I once had a very happy life, but I was the only one who didn't realize it-goodbye.

I can always play your supporting role with a smile and suffer behind your back. If you don't want it, then quit early. I don't have to grow old together. I can continue to please love regardless of my feelings and look at your pride coldly. If love is too unpredictable, it is too early to forget it, even if I am infatuated with your hug.

Met a fireworks show, in a cycle of time, crape myrtle star flows by, too late to say goodbye. You've been away from me for a light year-how time flies.

Some people can't say what is good, but no one can replace it-lost beauty.

I met you all my life and spent all your luck-this day next year.

I don't want to be an idiot. I wrote down my desire on the wall. I can cry. The room is still empty. I will never try to be brave. It belongs to me, but I also want a sense of security-idiot.

The mistakes made by young people, like fallen leaves in autumn, have long since disappeared in blowing in the wind, but there are some words that I can't say-"still together"

Who can tell me how strong I want to be before I dare to forget the moon at that time?

The so-called happiness is a fairy tale. Later, I was at random-"memories repeat themselves"

Anyone who can't get it, but the past is always the best-"like an old friend"

Buddha talks too much, loves too much all his life, drags love and hate back and forth, and frowns; Buddha said that he has passed, his life is about to pass, and the disaster caused by love has burned into a fire; Buddha made mistakes, made too many mistakes, all blame me, forget me; The Buddha said Momo, stop being sentimental, keep your mind silent and let your heart bloom-the Buddha said.

Please be happier than me, so I don't have to resign at sixes and sevens.

But neither you nor I can write the ending-ambiguity.

If he always holds an umbrella for others, why are you waiting for him in the rain?

Hearing your name, and the feeling of heartbeat. How many years does it take for a scar to disappear-a friend of a friend

You want me to live in a bomb shelter in your heart, so that unnecessary thoughts don't surge and it's no use being disturbed. You decide all my joys and sorrows.

It's a pity that you didn't accompany me to the end-it's a pity that it wasn't you.

I am like a shadow you don't need, watching you lying coldly. This dazzling city has no room for my delusion. What makes you so fascinated by this impudence-the prisoner bird?

Maybe I prefer to miss you rather than see you, maybe I prefer to imagine you rather than get you-miss.

On that day, I didn't ask anything, I believed that we would be forever; There was no declaration that day, but holding you, I once embraced the whole world-ups and downs.

Maybe we were really too young then. From that ignorance, we walked into our own sky. How to say let the other person choose, but our thoughts have changed-anonymous friends.

Despair buries hope, and time passes in illusion-summer injury

Is there a kind of forever, never changing;

Is there a tear that can wash away regrets?

Is there such a world that will never be dark?

Are there any roses that never fade?

Is there a bookmark that can stop that day?

Is there a poem that can't find a full stop?

Is there such a tomorrow, starting all over again-cigarettes?

What I miss is not saying nothing.-what I miss is.

Can you not be brave? Can you not be brave?

What you can't get is always in turmoil, but what you prefer is fearless-red rose.

I'm crossing the street. Where are you? -Like love

I wander around the world, but I can't find your paradise-on a clear rain.

Everyone has a sad time and wants to hide and watch shattered glass-Bai Yueguang.

In fact, my classification of beauty and sadness may be somewhat inadequate.

Then Lin's lyrics are very tasty, so I won't fight here. You can search the classic lyrics of Grandpa Xi yourself.

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Cute:

You are poisonous, you are poisonous, you are poisonous-you are poisonous.

Look at the girl across the street, look at it, look at it-the girl across the street.

It is not necessarily a prince riding a white horse, and it is not necessarily an angel with wings-wife PK husband.

Stand at attention and take a good look at the tension here. Take a rest first, and the hero will appear soon. The bravest person will win first. Come on, come on, cheer up. I gave you artificial respiration, and you won the championship. I am a prize. Oh, my baby, you and me-"March on the ice"

One girl is a little headstrong and arrogant, and another girl is a little rebellious and crazy. She's awake anyway, so just tell a little lie when she's free-there's a girl.

Not really. . .

Then, in order to answer your question, I simply listen to the songs in my music. If I can't remember them, I have to go to Baidu lyrics. . . Ask for praise.