Lyrics of Zhang Yunjing's who says I can't cry

If we say that love is rare, we really can't bear it

But if separated, it's hard

It will be more difficult

If you paint love, what will you paint

You added one to the original beauty

A deep scratch

Who said I can't cry? Who said I should be brave to the end

Crying is not a kind of surrender, nor is it a kind of willfulness

This wound is not so sad that I don't say a word

I don't know what it's called

Or brave yourself

If you paint love, what will you paint

You added one to the original beauty

A deep scratch

Who said I can't cry? Who said I should be brave to the end

Crying is not a kind of surrender, nor is it a kind of willfulness

This wound is not so sad that I don't say a word

I don't know what it's called

Or brave yourself

Love is like a tired toy

It's not unreasonable

But look back at what you think most of

Which old toy is it

Who said I can't cry? Who said I should be brave to the end

Crying is not a kind of surrender, nor is it a kind of willfulness

This wound is not so sad that I don't say a word

I don't know what it's called

Or brave myself