Fang Tang Paopao lyrics of out of date

Gradually away from books

At this time, I miss you so clearly

Two or three words stuck in the air

I'm not willing to take it off

Until the pillow bed dyed the night cool

Where does the fish sink

Too much hesitation to make footnotes

Four or five worries reflected in the mirror

Wild geese flying south and back to the West

Don't let the hairpin rust

More and more stone roads in front of the gate

It's the jade of Liu Lang in xizha

Silver ling'er is wearing brocade and silk

And the urge to see me

My mother met him

The eyebrow is like a partridge flying around the mouth of the green hill

It's time to cut off youth

The delusion of the past

Gradually away from books

At this time, I miss you so clearly

Two or three words stuck in the air

I'm not willing to take it off

Until the pillow bed dyed the night cool

Where does the fish sink

Too much hesitation to make footnotes

Four or five worries reflected in the mirror

Wild geese flying south and back to the West

Don't let the hairpin rust

More and more stone roads in front of the gate

It's the jade of Liu Lang in xizha

Silver ling'er is wearing brocade and silk

And the urge to see me

My mother met him

The eyebrow is like a partridge flying around the mouth of the green hill

It's time to cut off youth

The delusion of the past

The rouge in the GouLan of the capital

I can't remember

It seems that his face is like peach blossom and his eyes are affectionate

That you

It seems that fate is not right, people only know

Timing

One day you forget me

More and more stone roads in front of the gate

It's the jade of Liu Lang in xizha

Silver ling'er is wearing brocade and silk

And the urge to see me

My mother met him

The eyebrow is like a partridge flying around the mouth of the green hill

It's time to cut off youth

The delusion of the past

More and more stone roads in front of the gate

It's the jade of Liu Lang in xizha

Silver ling'er is wearing brocade and silk

And the urge to see me

My mother met him

The eyebrow is like a partridge flying around the mouth of the green hill

It's time to cut off youth

The delusion of the past