What does the song The Wind Blows Over Eight Thousand Miles mean?
It expresses that for people who are destined to be together but not destined to be together, you can only watch them go away. Although I don't want to admit it, I have to accept that it is normal to not be able to start and end with the person I like.
"The Wind Blows Over Eight Thousand Miles" is a song sung by Su Xingjie, written by Baot, composed by Moni Caviar, and arranged by Dongyang.
"The Wind Blows Over Eight Thousand Miles" is currently one of the most popular songs on Douyin. According to Douyin's latest music ranking data, more than 3.59 million people are using this song. The style and lyrics of this song are full of a touch of sadness, which expresses the feelings between two people: one party loves and protects vigorously, but the other party is careless, and sometimes even breaks the other person's heart. But he still doesn't care, and may even say, "Love is nothing more than this. Who doesn't have the slightest grievance?"
Song lyrics
There is no point in saying something clearly, please just think that I am being sentimental
One person has completed the game that two people cannot clear, why haven’t you Satisfied
The things in the refrigerator have expired long ago, but the message is still on Monday
In the dead of night, it doesn’t make sense to only have me and the air left
You said love is just that, Who doesn’t have a trace of grievance
No longer cares about my world. It rains, like the wind blowing eight thousand miles
The flowing clouds and the moon have loved you, but the tide has dried up. The Lover's Undersea
The moistest love, wrapped in the most hurtful words
Perhaps it is just out of reach to win people's hearts, and the things in the refrigerator have long expired
Leave a message on Monday, in the dead of night
It doesn’t make sense to just leave me and the air, you said love is nothing more than this
Who is not a little aggrieved and no longer cares about my world? After the rain
Like the wind blowing eight thousand miles, the flowing clouds and the moon have loved you
But the tide dries up at the bottom of the lover's seabed, the wettest love
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Wrapped with the most hurtful words, maybe it is just out of reach that wins people's hearts
Like the wind blowing eight thousand miles, the flowing clouds and the moon have loved you
But the tide dries up at the bottom of the lover's seabed, and the moistest love is wrapped in the most hurtful words. It may be out of reach to win people's hearts