Lyrics of MC Xiaozhou's seven strokes

I remember the day when I broke up, looking at the photos of my mobile phone, I was smoking alone, and I remembered the day when I met.

The night after you left, write down all this with a pen; you will not enter your world again and destroy the story.

Write this melody, are our past; write our encounter, once love gags.

First, write acquaintance, write all the worthless; only blame everything too late, after the dream of reality.

In the second stroke, I wrote about my acquaintance and my love for each other. Why do you say I'm stupid, the last poem of breaking love.

The third stroke is to write about love, and you will never be in debt again. In fact, you are still missing in your heart, forcing yourself not to see you again.

The fourth stroke is to write and walk by the West Lake together. If we look down on all this, we can get together or break up.

The fifth stroke is to write the memories and recall your trick of beauty. I blame you for being in the play. I remember all this in my mind.

The sixth, write once, let me tell you to listen; once I want to be the eagle around you.

The seventh stroke is about sadness and happiness, about the day you left. It hurts my heart to the end, why you can't help yourself.

Write once in twinkle, canthus tears in slide; since we love each other, no longer care about right and wrong.

Once held your hand, I thought I had it; now let me go alone, now I TM like a dog.

Drunk you actually know TA will not come back, ha ha~

What you can write, what you can't write, what you want to cry at last, what you want to hear, what you want to cry at last, what you want to hear, what you can write, what you want to cry at last, what you want to hear, what you want to hear, what you want to cry at last, what you want to write.

Sing loose, sing well, race with time; love is too deep, love is too little, but it's all self seeking.

When the cold wind blows through the night, you lean on my heart; you still have a long story to tell, and your mother says you don't have to be busy.

I'm not afraid to use my love, I'm afraid to fail in the end; I'm not afraid to rely too much, I'm afraid that you won't be here in the end.

I am in the heart of the truth, for her to remember my name; there is no injustice, move the heart do not want to win.

The faint stars are like her eyes; without emotion, they are like ice, and they have to adapt to me.

Maybe I can't see through it, maybe I'm not good; I can't accompany her as a vine beast.

In fact, it's nothing. If you look at it, it's all passers-by. If time can make the flowers wither, you can forget the sadness.

Maybe it's my dependence, put down my self-esteem and love you; tears prove that I can't forget you, drunk words can't count.

What you can write, what you can't write, what you want to cry at last, what you want to hear, what you want to cry at last, what you want to hear, what you can write, what you want to cry at last, what you want to hear, what you want to hear, what you want to cry at last, what you want to write.