Lyrics of Lu Yan's love seed

Affection

Who has been killed

In the incubator

Gentle four seasons

Nestling in the new mud

And the breeze is gentle

The warmth of sketching

Hope sweet dream as scheduled

Who is it now

Be left in the wind

The fluttering drops are picked off

Let go of a moment of gorgeous, bright in the depression

It's time to go home

Meet you in the wilderness

Maybe it's a dream

Between your fingers

Broken red

I finally understand the pain of waking up

Flowers fall in a hurry

human figures moving in the distance

It turns out that being killed is the most moving thing

Flowers bloom and fade.

It's also disillusionment

The fruit of the complex is empty

Who is it now

Be left in the wind

The fluttering drops are picked off

Let go of the bright moment of depression

It's time to go home

In the wilderness

Meet you

Maybe it's a dream just before I wipe my shoulder

Between your fingers

Broken red

I finally understand the pain of waking up

Flowers fall in a hurry

human figures moving in the distance

It turns out that being killed is the most moving thing

Flowers bloom and fade.

It's also disillusionment

The fruit of the complex is empty

In the wilderness

Meet you

Maybe it's a dream just before I wipe my shoulder

Between your fingers

Broken red

I finally understand the pain of waking up

Flowers fall in a hurry

human figures moving in the distance

It turns out that being killed is the most moving thing

Flowers bloom and fade.

It's also disillusionment

The fruit of the complex is empty

The fruit of the complex is empty