Lyrics of Zhang Hongliang's without you

the remotest corners of the globe

You are still in my dream

In the end of time, sometimes I become you

Fine hand, please erase the green clothes

The expression of dream is in the eyes

Far or near

I can't be moved without you

In the crowd, always alone

There may be a trace of pain in the laughter

Not really satisfied

I can't have it without you,

What's left in love with the past

I have tears and smiles in my heart

You'll make it vivid

the remotest corners of the globe

You are still in my dream

In the end of time, sometimes I become you

Fine hand, please erase the green clothes

The expression of dream is in the eyes

Far or near

I can't be moved without you

In the crowd, always alone

There may be a trace of pain in the laughter

I really can't be satisfied

I can't have it without you,

What's left in love with the past

I have tears and smiles in my heart

You'll make it vivid

I heard sweet words

I heard such empty movement

Embracing like this, I have nothing else to ask for in this life

Without you