Poyinqian is the lyrics of thousand colors

Thousand colors

[tone]

Cherry blossoms in March

You are near before you can brush away

Red clothes are like bloodstains under the eyes

When the wind with cicadas, you will hold my hand

The corners of my mouth are full of smiles

[thousand]

Spring willows on paper

The pavilions are empty

No trace of the boy in red

There is only a "soft voice in the ear at that time" left in the picture

The wind blows slowly

[tone]

I thought it was just a vacation

But you come out of the misty rain by accident

[thousand]

I dream when 3000 prosperous, do not ask when to stop

I wake up obsessed

Ask for your information

I look through the picture, only to see you smile comfortable

Ha ha~

Thousand colors

[tone]

You are always like a night elf

Every morning there is no trace

Pillow heat can be found

I'm not sure if we can enjoy the beautiful scenery together again

Give me a pair of quatrains

[thousand]

I thought it was just a vacation

But you come out of the misty rain by accident

[thousand]

You said I shouldn't be too obsessed with reality

Never mind when you wake up

To be happy

[tone]

I locked the only group photo in my diary

Aha, memories

Leisure holiday, Jiangnan ancient town, pavilions, ink misty rain

The red eyebrows and eyes in the picture are drooping. It seems that I want to extend my hand and invite me to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

How can the smile on my lips make me feel as if I'm a stranger?

Oh. It turns out that meeting you is just a nightmare.

Dream when do not remember prosperous 3000, wake up after the return period difficult to distinguish. ]

I thought it was just a vacation of leisure

But you walk out of the misty rain

[cooperation]

I add cinnabar to your sleeping

Your palm is soft

Far away

[thousand]

How even the memory is no longer clear

Ha ha~

[tone]

Your figure is indistinct between ink and wash

I asked questions

You always smile and say nothing

[cooperation]

I have enjoyed this season's thousand colors of rain together this summer

Aha, that's enough

[thousand]

(I wake up in my dream, the sun is cool)

[tone]

I put away my tiredness

Looking out of the window at the ancient scenery

There are always groups of tourists

Who said the date of return was not counted

[tone]

(I lock my eyes into the painting of the old house in the ancient town)

[thousand]

I see the young man in red in the picture

See the cinnabar on his forehead

Alienation in eyes

I'm not familiar with it

In the diary blown away by the wind

I'm the only one in the picture