Lyrics of the seventh kind of waiting

It's been three years

Fallen leaves still fall

The withering flowers, the age that cannot be seen clearly

Still infatuated not to change the sideburns

Winter is over

Spring is not over

In the distance, the fog also blurred

The smoke from the kitchen is curling

The fewer people, the quieter the heart

It's not poetic

More pain

Stay in my heart

Can't rely on

Just imagine yourself

A day's sleep makes a wife

When I get back

You are still in jiejiatian

Green hills and dew

When I get back

I'll plant it with you

Come back in the old season next year

Winter is over

Spring is not over

In the distance, the fog also blurred

The smoke from the kitchen is curling

The fewer people, the quieter the heart

It's not poetic

More pain

Stay in my heart

Can't rely on

Just imagine yourself

A day's sleep makes a wife

When I get back

You're still here

Green hills and dew

When I get back

I'll plant it with you

Come back in the old season next year

Wait until the old season with you again

Your attachment

My debt

Forget it

For seven years

It's still the same when I come back

A lingering sound around the windowsill

You and I stayed up all night

In the old season

I'll come back with you in the old season

Finally back

You're still here

Green hills and dew

Finally back

I'll plant it with you

Come back in the old season next year