Lyrics of Populus euphratica in the name of sunflower

I'm waiting for your love to grow up, the flower in your hand

Isn't it sown in April and opened in June

Now that I have planted the seeds of my heart

One or two will take root

You don't want to pick these flowers

It's not love. Maybe it's just a little love

You always look at the sunflower in front of my door

This one is worth a thousand troubles

I'm afraid of something, at least hope to accompany me

Still cry what can meet to be able to be very happy

What should we do? The rest is up to time

What are you waiting for? You will love me one day

I'm waiting for your love to grow up, the flower in your hand

Isn't it sown in April and opened in June

Now that I have planted the seeds of my heart

One or two will take root

You don't want to pick these flowers

It's not love. Maybe it's just a little love

You always look at the sunflower in front of my door

This one is worth a thousand troubles

I'm afraid of something, at least hope to accompany me

Still cry what can meet to be able to be very happy

What should we do? The rest is up to time

What are you waiting for? You will love me one day

I'm afraid of something, at least hope to accompany me

Still cry what can meet to be able to be very happy

What should we do? The rest is up to time

What are you waiting for? You will love me one day

What are you waiting for? You will love me one day