Lyrics of little tailor

Stitched with nostalgic gossamer beads

It's soft on the shoulders of the hanger

The collar of evening dress is like you kiss my shoulder that day

Let the broken flowers spread under the skirt

Still have high fork not to let you worry about

A period of love, such as piaozha has been put down

But the memory left a thread

Gazing at the white wedding dress

Will happy she thank the tailor

No one has the right to be afraid of every shot

Never embroider alone

Painting on a long skirt

Is the fancy ribbon button unique

Like a little gift

Send her all the blessings

Even the blessings were donated to her

No more dawning and dark wandering

Still keep calm and try to dress up all night

The concern of chiffon cuffs with suspenders revisited

It's like you've lost your expectations

No ability to get rid of and act the most straightforward

Too busy to go to church

But memories sweat with me all my life

Who's talking to a wooden man in the middle of the night

Are you used to it? Even if you can't afford a wedding dress