Lyrics of Lin Yi's splash ink peach blossom

Ink like fate is too real

How many flowers will bloom in silence

But it falls on me like a sea in snow

I'm afraid this painting in my heart is called mourning

Ink painting should be free

Then naturally pour out a beautiful love

I'm afraid I wrote disaster together with you

The future is like a day

Because of love, everything changes, splashing ink will open

And expectations are like pollen blooming

Who can see the beauty blooming

I feel like waiting for the peach blossom to bloom

Epiphyllum blooms and loves

But why did it change

I still believe that the old mood will not change

Waiting every day

I feel like waiting for the peach blossom to bloom

Epiphyllum bloom love should not, but why still love

But why do thousands of generations also hope to make a brilliant show

If I love again tomorrow, my poetry will be perfect

Just like splashing ink

Time is like white paper, and the future is unfolding

Because of love, everything changes, splashing ink will open

And expectations are like pollen blooming

Who can see the beauty blooming

I feel like waiting for the peach blossom to bloom

Epiphyllum blooms and loves

But why did it change

I still believe that the old mood will not change

Waiting every day

I feel like waiting for the peach blossom to bloom

Epiphyllum bloom love should not, but why still love

But why do wanshigandai also hope to make a brilliant show

If I love again tomorrow, my poetry will be perfect

Just like splashing ink

I'm not like a master. I can see mountains and sea

I know how much I want to love

I'll give you a penny

A little bit of love will be opened day by day

I feel like waiting for the peach blossom to bloom

I heard that Tanhua Kaiai didn't change, but why did it change

I still believe that the old mood will not change

Waiting for peach blossom every day, but I feel like waiting

Epiphyllum bloom love should not, but why still love

But why is it that all generations of people are willing to make lanterns

If I love again tomorrow, my poetry will be perfect

Just like splashing ink