Lyrics of private dishes by Deng Jianhong

Private dishes

This bowl of soup is as seasoned as it is

Still warm, my intimacy remains unchanged

It's every drop of your salt that makes me sweet

People's life is a little sparse

Partner hand in hand gradually forget behind you good to me

Your hands are rough for a bowl of soup

Let me know that you don't need to ask for return to love others

I am good equal to hello

This kind of bitter love sentiment is very high

A good friend is better than you, a lover is better than you

Who is great enough to move me

But I love you like a mute

Don't let it out

No one is better than you, but this one is better

Why are you afraid to talk to you

Dancing from the kitchen

And the figure will grow old

Your hands are busy picking up my quilt night and night

But I don't come home and I'm still wandering until morning

A good friend is better than you, a lover is better than you

Who is great enough to move me

But I love you like a mute

Don't let it out

No one is better than you, but this one is better

Why are you afraid to talk to you

Dancing from the kitchen

And the figure will grow old

How can a good lover be better than you

When to learn to move you

Do you want your ears to grow old

Just say hello to you

Hello, but it's better than that

Why are you afraid to talk to you

It's too early. Time is wasted

Even the voice will grow old

The taste of the soup has not changed