Lyrics of Zhang Delan's silk tears

Lonely and pure

Cold and quiet

Love and hate

I'm in the rouge well for love and affection

Reminiscence of Qingqing and cuidi

Cuddle with each other

All kinds of elegant manners

Now it's so good to feel like a dream is gone

The flavor of prison

Self regret and infatuation are more tired and worried about the city

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