Lyrics of Mr. bingkuai's Diary

How long has it been since I opened that diary

This is all the memories she wrote to you and her

Black and white background. This is her essay

How beautiful you laugh at the beginning of the story

Sometimes she records the weather in different moods

But most of them are full of your sweetness

She said that meeting you was the only thing she had

Want to go to different cities, all for you

The words record the wishes made together

The recipe is made for you

Patiently contain those so-called forgetfulness

I can't help pawning my soul

Gradually grow up to learn how to face

She wrote that disguise might be the embellishment of life

She asked if love would change

Tears from strange city

Like that familiar diary recording the most beautiful memory

Write to your precious past, once the most true self

Like that familiar diary recording the most beautiful memory

Write to your precious past, once the most true self

Write your name all over the diary

Excerpts of your thoughts and your address

Fleeting, when one day becomes history

Smile, expression and your first time

She said all the effort was hidden in a smile

Love in your shoulder let you back to the end

She used to put her diary in her backpack occasionally

If she leaves, can you go after her

But one day she didn't know how to deal with it

The doubt on the painting also left her heart broken

No more sunshine, she said you don't understand

Indifferent expression, you all feel very tired

Closing the calendar, she began to stop keeping a diary

Running slowly, pretending that she is no longer childish

The last words she left the date of parting

The sealed memory is all about you

Like that familiar diary recording the most beautiful memory

Write to your precious past, once the most true self

Like that familiar diary recording the most beautiful memory

Write to your precious past, once the most true self

Like that familiar diary to yesterday's gentle greetings

The most precious smile is the tacit understanding in the past life