Old story
Singing by Chen Hong
Old stories in your eyes,
How many secrets are shining,
The old story is in your heart,
How many sighs are there,
The old story is in your hands,
Holding the wind and rain,
Old stories in your dreams,
A trace of sweetness reverberates,
Can you tell me at night,
Who is the image in your eyes
Can you point it out to me in the crowd
Who was your only one
Old stories in your eyes,
How many secrets are shining,
The old story is in your heart,
How many sighs are there,
Can you tell me at night,
Who is the image in your eyes
Can you point it out to me in the crowd
Who was your only one
The old story is in your hands,
Holding the wind and rain,
Old stories in your dreams,
A trace of sweetness reverberates,
Can you tell me at night,
Who is the image in your eyes
Can you point it out to me in the crowd
Who was your only one
Can you tell me at dusk
The cry in your heart,
Can you tell me in the sunset,
Love, he won't leave.
Can you tell me in the sunset,
Love, he won't leave.
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