The last slow dance by Zhou Chuanxiong

The night is coming, and the busy street is getting colder and colder

Lonely people gather together

I hold you and shake my eyes close to you

Reluctant to leave

Music stops, dance stops

It will never be so close again

For the last time

I raised my head to avoid tears in my eyes

The last dependence

Music and dance

Holding you, there is a kind of condensation in the air

Smell is called separation

Holding you may have courage

Let our love continue

We are two individuals

We're stuck here

Sweat in my hand

Only the sound of heartbeat

MUSIC

It will never be so close again

For the last time

I raised my head to avoid tears in my eyes

The last dependence

Music and dance

Holding you, there is a kind of condensation in the air

Smell is called separation

Holding you may have courage

Let our love continue

We are two individuals

We're stuck here

Sweat in my hand

Only the sound of heartbeat

Holding the one that overlaps you in the dark

Silhouette so sad

Holding you omitted a thousand words

Desperate hold you tighter

We are two individuals

We're stuck here

The desolate melody of your incarnation

It's my most beautiful memory

Holding the one that overlaps you in the dark

Silhouette so sad

Holding you omitted a thousand words

Desperate hold you tighter

We are two individuals

We're stuck here

The desolate melody of your incarnation

It's my most beautiful memory

End