Lyrics of Wei ruxuan's flying birds

His tenderness is the feather of scenery

Mending my broken prejudice

His hands are bows of constant temperature

Around me and lead me

We have both happiness and sorrow

I slowly forget the waves when I listen to him

I wantonly to his coquetry, willful lying in his arms

I collect his good for me and put it in my pocket and put it into my heart

I draw the twilight from him and long to be spoiled

I blindly rampage, but how black and blue

His tenderness is the feather of scenery

Mending my broken prejudice

His hands are bows of constant temperature

Around me and lead me

We have both happiness and sorrow

I slowly forget the waves when I listen to him

I wantonly to his coquetry, willful lying in his arms

I collect his good for me and put it in my pocket and put it into my heart

I draw the twilight from him and long to be spoiled

I blindly rampage, but how black and blue

I'm so timid, he's so brave

Then don't leave me. Please fly behind me