Lyrics of Wang Sulong's long illness

The book you love is in box four

I bought fruit that I never ate

There was no gentle light in the long night

I'm happy between normal and me

Butter foam for Latte

Just a little lazy about love

Clearly do not want to love, but also bad good heat

Escape is the presupposition of the beginning

You smile at me from afar

With a comforting hug

I tried to prove that I was OK

Late for tears

Tears become amber of memory

How much is enough to wrap you

You're still dodging

I don't want to give alms to those who have been ill for a long time

Finally learned to amuse oneself

The lyrics all sing that you love me

There's no one to go along with it

The audience is just ears

Get used to your and my roles

The early morning alarm will still wake me up

You left the key to the room, the ring on your right hand

Erase the last name I gave you

You smile at me from afar

With a comforting hug

I tried to prove that I was OK

Late for tears

Tears become amber of memory

How much is enough to wrap you

You're still dodging

I don't want to give alms to those who have been ill for a long time

Finally learned to amuse oneself

The lyrics all sing that you love me

There's no one to go along with it

The audience is just ears

Tears become amber of memory

How much is enough to wrap you

You're still dodging

I don't want to give alms to those who have been ill for a long time

Finally learned to amuse oneself

The lyrics all sing that you love me

There's no one to go along with it

The audience is just ears