Lyrics of a Qin by Deng Jianhong

Deng Jianhong and aqin

Learning high and low pitched, clumsy and naive, I'm afraid to ask if I'm wrong

I'm lucky to learn piano with you

I hope the more I practice, the more touching i hear, but the worse I practice, the worse I scare the bad guys

In the future, the more you love others, the more you want to love others. It's really stupid. How can it attract you to fall in love with Bach

I'd rather be your bad Harpsichord and share a few notes with you

Even if I practice hard, I still can't play. It's a pity that I keep rehearsing

In fact, I have to blame my hands for being too stupid to make you excited

Once fate is gone, phonetics is my responsibility as a victim

I wish I could hold the hunter in my hands and regret the end

I hope that the more you listen, the more you love, the more you become absorbed in it. Try your best to practice it to level 10

Practice day by day, practice till you sink and ask yourself, do your best when you come near, when you can't bear to kiss

I'd rather be your bad Harpsichord and share a few notes with you

Even if I practice hard, I still can't play. It's a pity that I keep rehearsing

And no matter I'm playing hard, you're so bored that you want to teach me how cold I'm, I know I'm not worthy of exciting you la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

I'd rather be your bad Harpsichord and share a few notes with you

Even if I practice hard, I still can't play. It's a pity that I keep rehearsing

And no matter I'm playing hard, you're so bored that you want to teach me how cold I am, you know I don't deserve to make you excited