Song lyrics of Zheng Bingbing's "yours and mine" original song lyrics of "guitar playing and singing demo"

Yours, mine

Composition by Zheng Bingdu

Main song 1

It's rare that you finally agree with me

A lot of words are obscure when they are uttered. It's always happy to put it bluntly

I lost you may not get

After breaking up, where can have the countermeasure of both sides

Main song 2

What's yours is yours

There's nothing to be involved in. I'll have nothing to live with if I take yours

*************

I wish you could be a close traveler

Chorus 1

I listened to you with a smile and a sense of humor

I'm like an insignificant character

Set off your most vulnerable moment

It's time to finish. Sing the song at the end of the movie

At least sadness can have the shell of the Tang Dynasty

Chorus 2

But it's humor that makes me cry

I'm not even qualified to be a circus clown, and you can't help blaming me

It's all curtain call. Go to his joys and sorrows

Love and hate are all chosen by infatuated people

Interlude

Main song 3

What's yours is yours

There's nothing to be involved in. I'll have nothing to live with if I take yours

*************

I wish you could be a close traveler

Chorus 3

I listened to you with a smile and a sense of humor

I'm like an insignificant character

Set off your most vulnerable moment

It's time to finish. Sing the song at the end of the movie

At least sadness can have the shell of the Tang Dynasty

Chorus 4

But it's humor that makes me cry

I'm not even qualified to be a circus clown, and you can't help blaming me

It's all curtain call. Go to his joys and sorrows

Love and hate are not chosen by infatuated people

Chorus 5

I listened to you with a smile and a sense of humor

I'm like an insignificant character

Set off your most vulnerable moment

It's time to finish. Sing the song at the end of the movie

At least sadness can have the shell of the Tang Dynasty

Chorus 6

But it's humor that makes me cry

I'm not even qualified to be a circus clown, and you can't help blaming me

It's all curtain call. Go to his joys and sorrows

Love and hate are all chosen by infatuated people