? The rain was ticking, and I cried myself hoarse? It's the lyrics of the song "Missing into Sand". The original song is Phil. This sad song expresses a kind of mood and sad mood. The hoarse voice sang the helplessness in sadness, and many sorrows broke out in helplessness. What I like best is the emotion that can't be released in missing, which makes people feel that love is full of pain.

The Hourglass is a song sung by Chinese mainland female singer Feier, and composed by Nie Xiaohui. Included in the album of the same name. ? The rain was ticking, and I cried myself hoarse? Is one of the lyrics. This sad song expresses a kind of mood and sad mood. The hoarse voice sang the helplessness in sadness, and many sorrows broke out in helplessness. What I like best is the emotion that can't be released in missing, which makes people feel that love is full of pain.

The lyrics are as follows:

What happened? I don't want to answer,

Loose hair,

Still haunting my concern for you,

How can I let go,

I'm so stupid,

It turns out that missing is so terrible,

The rain is ticking, and I have lost my voice crying.

I love and hate like a joke,

The dream I longed for was left behind by your cruel heart.

The fruit is so bitter,

The wind is blowing violently,

I still can't let go of those who have been hurt,

Flowers bloom and are banished to the end of the world,

As the years wither into sandstorms,

What happened? I don't want to answer,

Loose hair,

Still haunting my concern for you,

How can I let go,

I'm so stupid,

It turns out that missing is so terrible,

The rain is ticking, and I have lost my voice crying.

I love and hate like a joke,

The dream I longed for was left behind by your cruel heart.

The fruit is so bitter,

The wind is blowing violently,

I still can't let go of those who have been hurt,

Flowers bloom and are banished to the end of the world,

As the years wither into sandstorms,

The rain is ticking, and I have lost my voice crying.

I love and hate like a joke,

The dream I longed for was left behind by your cruel heart.

The fruit is so bitter,

The wind is blowing violently,

I still can't let go of those who have been hurt,

Flowers bloom and are banished to the end of the world,

As the years wither into sandstorms,

As time goes by in the sandstorm.