Lyrics of Zhang Xiuqing's listening to songs

Miss the singing people on the top of the stage, thin and sour

The more you listen to a song, the more frightened you feel. The more painful you feel is a song written by Yi

I only have an old guitar to play with my lonely heart

There was a drop of paper sound

Ah, Xinsheng, who knows the fate of Yi

I don't know who the pain song is written for until I get the shadow

Ah, listen to the song of Xinsheng, listen to the song of people ah, Gan have the same feeling

The past, the future, there is only one song left

I only have an old guitar to play with my lonely heart

Yi Yiyin Yiyin Chui Yiyin drop of paper

Ah, Xinsheng, who knows the fate of Yi

I don't know who the pain song is written for until I get the shadow

Ah, listen to the song of Xinsheng, listen to the song of people ah, Gan have the same feeling

The past, the future, there is only one song left

Ah, Xinsheng, who knows the fate of Yi

I don't know who the pain song is written for until I get the shadow

Ah, listen to the song of Xinsheng, listen to the song of people ah, Gan have the same feeling

The past, the future, there is only one song left