Lyrics of Zhang Yu's Xin Jing

When you walk by, it's like you're afraid to disturb me

It's just a hand stroke

I always don't care about the tenderness outside my eyes

I don't want to ask you more

My heart is like a well, no matter you reach for it

Over you, looking at the brightest star behind you

My heart is like the figure of a well waiting to turn back

What I heard was the foot sound of cold passing

It turns out that my feelings will come after he gives up

To understand what you have to say

When you walk by, it's like you're afraid to disturb me

It's just a hand stroke

I always don't care about the tenderness outside my eyes

I don't want to ask you more

My heart is like a well, no matter you reach for it

Over you, looking at the brightest star behind you

My heart is like the figure of a well waiting to turn back

What I heard was the foot sound of cold passing

It turns out that my feelings will come after he gives up

To understand what you have to say

My heart is like a well, no matter you reach for it

Over you, looking at the brightest star behind you

My heart is like the figure of a well

What I heard was the foot sound of cold passing