Lyrics of Zhang Jingxuan's passing Villa

Hello, I'm Zhang Jingxuan

Our feelings radiate all the time

Maybe you think it's just people or animals

Or pets will accept it

It's actually a house

As long as you give your love

Brick by brick

Will be in imperceptible

Get in touch with you

Until you're leaving

You'll find out

You've put in so much love

And never take it away

And those feelings that can't be taken away

We can only stay

Put it in your heart

To miss

This time my brand new main hit "passer by villa"

Find the production team of "love"

Composed by Vincent Chow

The lyrics are written by Mr. Lin Xi

We have a sense of sadness and elegance

To commemorate me and this old house

A feeling of Felix villas in Pokfulam, Hong Kong

Make this song "passing villa"

It's the story of me and the old house

Bring out a concept

That is, everything should be cherished and cherished

At the same time, thank you for all the things and people we've met in our lives

For our life

For our lives

The beauty brought by

I hope you like my new work

Taste this one with me

Even if we say goodbye

But still cherish the feelings

Take away the past

Who is the next resident? Write down the history here

How did a new house turn into an old one

The former residence and the new residence can also live in peace, that is to sleep in peace

Send away the light and shadow that can't be removed and grow old gracefully

If you know the wall, don't be afraid to fade through the changes

People will be tired of the old and greedy for the new, so they escape

I'm sorry I had to move

Leave too much sweat and tears

The vicissitudes of a hundred years, the last life also together you in changju perhaps

One day of sojourn, one's life is to live together

Take away the furniture and spread out the furniture that can't be taken

Who are the next residents? Will they cherish it more

This place remembers all the ups and downs

The former residence and the new residence can also live in peace, that is to sleep in peace

Send away the light and shadow that can't be removed and grow old gracefully

If the wall has memory, if the wall has consciousness

Don't be afraid of color fading and powder fading

The sense of history cannot be washed away

The sojourners just want to sleep

Why do you call it a villa