Lyrics of Hu Aitong's zhixianghua

Iris, iris, iris, gardenia

All the flowers you loved

The butterfly flower represents my concern

Rendering my bed, my struggle

And withered her

Looking back, I don't know where to go

A room in a dilapidated house

I miss your face

And the perfect side face

Everything so perfect is gone

A heavy snow drifted carelessly

I've been waiting for years

I don't know if I can continue to write

Your tears are like tears

I always think of him

He always talks to me like him

Back out of the painting without you

No worries

No more stories and your demands

A room in a dilapidated house

I miss your face

And the perfect side face

Everything so perfect is gone

A heavy snow drifted carelessly

I've been waiting for years

I don't know if I can continue to write

Your tears are like tears

I always think of him

He always talks to me like him

Back out of the painting without you

No worries

No more stories and demands from you

Your tears are like tears

I always think of him

He always talks to me like him

Back out of the painting without you

No worries

No more stories and demands from you