Love without breaking up (Lyrics)

Love without Breaking Up Lyrics and Music: Wang Sulong (silence) Singer: Wang Sulong (silence)

Unknowingly, without asking whether it hurts or not, how much time there is, an uncertain night in an alley Tears flowed quietly on the street. The weather was cool and the moonlight was faint. I hummed along the road, looking for the fate we could never find. I was tied up and couldn't feel you being strong for me. I could feel you lying to me. I quietly listened to Chopin's Viennese Sorrow

< p>Your love is buried, hate is collected, and the pain should be forgiven. My love doesn’t need to be talked about, and there is no need to think about hate. I’m still feeling hot. I look at your face, carrying my luggage, saying I’m going to a distant place. Who still remembers that year when I pulled you and said that love will always be the same? RAP: I don’t understand why so many people who love each other sincerely end up having no choice but to separate. At the beginning, we said that we wanted to have a love that would never break up. But today, this sentence has become an obstacle between us. I don’t want to be too If you don’t think too much, maybe you will understand more. I don’t want to say anymore. I don’t want to say anymore. Let’s be silent. Now we finally understand the ending, but we can’t change this love that won’t break up. I think the ending is destined to fail. I don’t know it. I don’t ask. It doesn’t hurt. How much? One night when the time is uncertain, tears flowed quietly in the alleys. The weather was slightly cool on the street and there was a faint moonlight. I hummed along the road, looking for the fate we could never find. I was tied up and couldn't feel you being strong for me. I could feel you lying to me. I listened quietly. Chopin used Vienna Melancholy

Your love is buried, hate is collected, the pain should be forgiven, my love does not need to be talked about, hate does not need to be thought about, and the longing is burning. Looking at your face, carrying a suitcase, saying that you are going to a distant place, who still remembers that? In the New Year, I pulled you and said that love will always be the same. Your love is buried, hate is collected, and the pain should be forgiven. My love does not need to be talked about, and hate does not need to be thought about. I am still feeling hot, looking at your face, carrying a bag, saying that I am going to a distant place. Who still remembers me that year? Pulling you to say love will always be the same

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