Lyrics of a Qing's weathering

I love you at all costs, and I believe there will be hope

Think of you can not extricate myself, I despair in the wind and rain

Thought the wound scabs slowly, after the habit is not afraid

Break up is what you want to say, make me crazy in an instant

How to face the dream has been your cruel trample

Once fantasy fairy tale has turned into dust, little by little in evaporation

Slowly weathering, like a grain of sand, a heart empty and carefree

Go with the wind, the ends of the earth let me to pieces, let people trample

Slowly weathering, like a grain of sand, a heart alone to bear the wind and rain

Having memories is a kind of punishment. If I step on your feet, I don't blame you for being too stupid

Thought the wound scabs slowly, after the habit is not afraid

Break up is what you want to say, make me crazy in an instant

How to face the dream has been your cruel trample

Once fantasy fairy tale has turned into dust, little by little in evaporation

Slowly weathering, like a grain of sand, a heart empty and carefree

Go with the wind, the ends of the earth let me to pieces, let people trample

Slowly weathering, like a grain of sand, a heart alone to bear the wind and rain

Having memories is a kind of punishment. If I step on your feet, I don't blame you for being too stupid

Go with the wind, the ends of the earth let me to pieces, let people trample

Slowly weathering, like a grain of sand, a heart alone to bear the wind and rain

Having memories is a kind of punishment. If I step on your feet, I don't blame you for being too stupid