Lyrics of a thousand paper cranes by Fang Datong

Another cup of coffee

Think about it all

A lot of details

For example, you toot your mouth

Smiling parting

The world outside the window

Neon in the intersection

Colorful Street

I understand

I don't feel like you

Paper crane you fold gently

As casual as jazz

The water is clear now

The wheat fields in the distance are golden

The story of a thousand paper cranes is still warm

We sing as we please

As I passed, the flute played softly

That love came to this smile disappeared

The feeling of splashing ink on the landscape

The feeling of a butterfly's past life

A page of reincarnation of the world

In writing this life fate or tilt

If time goes backwards

Give me another chance

Why

You don't love me

Think it's going to work out

Empty perfume

Dried up roses

Asked all night

You're lazy

I'm tired of explaining

Paper crane you fold gently

As casual as jazz

Maybe let you go

Just another way to love you

The story of a thousand paper cranes is still warm

We sing as we please

As I passed, the flute played softly

That love came to this smile disappeared

The feeling of splashing ink on the landscape

The feeling of a butterfly's past life

A page of reincarnation of the world

In writing this life fate or tilt

Your beauty is in two generations

Is the age of two different aesthetics

Two different expectations, I finally understand

It's a surprise whether you like it or not

You shouldn't wait until you don't love

Just leave or never come back

Moss spread all over the steps to the mottled ancient wall

You're waiting for Hibiscus to bloom on the water

And I prefer that we are in this quiet state

The story of a thousand paper cranes is still warm

You gave me the thousand paper cranes

You made a choice. Love stops

I also decided to give up

The story of a thousand paper cranes is still warm

We sing as we please

As I passed, the flute played softly

The love passed by and the smile disappeared

The feeling of splashing ink on the landscape

The feeling of a butterfly's past life

A page of reincarnation of the world

In writing this life fate or tilt