Lyrics of early summer by Peng Qing

He looks like

There's this city

Has been carefully polished out of the temperament

Outside the window

The street light has swept by

The corner of his mouth in his dream sweeps the shadow of the moth

Close your eyes

It feels like the whole room

Mingmingmie

I yawned

In a short time

She finally remembered him

The first lie

She is

I'm staring at him

At night, the tall buildings covered her face

suddenly

A troubled heart

It seems to be covered by the shadow layer upon layer

He's still

Talking to the driver

Sentence by sentence

Reckless and unaware

In memory

Childhood that summer

The asphalt road is soft in the sun

She thought it was sunny

There is a lot of ash on the leaves

It's amazing

What a pleasure

When she came back

I didn't know I was home

She rested on his chest

Hear the wagging tail

Should all lies become fish

lie

In her world

Maybe it's a movie

Never seen the sea

remember

He once said that

Take her to see the sea and lie on the beach at night

Look at the waves

Take away the inner story

Take a look at it

Loneliness and sorrow in the world

She's afraid

Dry tears in the eyes

The sun will be out of sight in the morning

dream

It's all over the city

There is plenty of rain

Cold history

hope

It's just auditory hallucination

But I can hear it

The sound of the current

He curled up

It's like a child

She kept biting

My ring finger

Since that moment

The wind stops

Helplessly love this world, sunlight is lonely

She thought it was sunny

There is a lot of ash on the leaves

How pleasant it is

When she came back

I didn't know I was home

She rested on his chest

Hear the wagging tail

All lies should be turned into lies

How sunny

There is a lot of ash on the leaves

It's amazing

What a pleasure

When she came back

I didn't know I was home

She rested on his chest

Hear the wagging tail

Should all lies become fish

How sunny

There is a lot of ash on the leaves

It's amazing

What a pleasure

When she came back

I didn't know I was home

She rested on his chest

Hear the wagging tail

Should all lies become fish

She rested on his chest

Hear the wagging tail

Should all lies become fish