Lyrics of bow by Zhang Yusheng

The gilded flannel

The symmetrical broken line is close to the middle circle

It doesn't stand out in the corner

But let me amazing temperament special

One look and another

Always can't forget that kind of feeling

Turn around, turn around

Finally back to the window

Sobbing and choking on the other side of the phone

Emotions are flying, but they can't escape from sadness

Holding it in your hand, you can say it

Silence devours the last chance

One look and another

Always can't forget that kind of feeling

Turn around, turn around

Finally back to the window

I want to put this bow on my hand

In front of you in person, not in the hair room

But now the bow

But quietly lying in the abyss of the soul, never again

Don't be by your yellow collar

Gilded piping, Dark Green Suede

Rotation in the high point is particularly beautiful

A tight and symmetrical fold line in the middle

There's no time to go back on the steep decline

One look and another

Always can't forget that kind of feeling

Turn around, turn around

Finally back to the window

I want to put this bow on my hand

In front of you in person, not in the hair room

But now the bow

But quietly lying in the abyss of the soul, never again

Don't be by your yellow collar

I want to put this bow on my hand

In front of you in person, not in the hair room

But now the bow

But quietly lying in the abyss of the soul, never again

Don't be by your yellow collar