I only remember the sad Chinese song in it: I shut myself in the balcony

Li Shengjie - let go of his hand.

I locked myself in and left only a balcony.

Every day when it was dark, I opened the window and stared into the night.

Look at the past scene by scene.

Perform your and my love again.

I turned on the TV and listened to the conversation.

Maybe those stories can give me an explanation.

I can't learn the love you want.

Seeing the love become bad, people are stunned to look at the emotion.

Can't give you a future, I can return you now.

A quiet end is also another treat.

When tears come down, the wound is overloaded.

Separation is also another understanding.

The last love I give you is to let go of your hands.

Don't have a double bed with a sea of water in between.

The stain of feelings is left to time to slowly bleach.

Put love in the left pocket of your chest.

The last love is to let go of the hand.

I don't want to pull with words, so I choose not to blame.

Feelings are like waiting platforms, where someone walks and someone comes.

My heart is a stop sign that says wait.

Can't give you a future, I can return you now.

A quiet end is also another treat.

When tears come down, the wound is overloaded.

Separation is also another understanding.

The last love I give you is to let go of your hands.

Don't have a double bed with a sea of water in between.

The stain of feelings is left to time to slowly bleach.

Put love in the left pocket of your chest.

The last love is to let go of the hand.

I don't want to pull with words, so I choose not to blame.

Feelings are like waiting platforms, where someone walks and someone comes.

My heart is a stop sign that says wait.

The last love is to let go of the hand.

Don't have a double bed with a sea of water in between.

The stain of feelings is left to time to slowly bleach.

Put love in the left pocket of your chest.

The last love is to let go of the hand.

I don't want to pull with words, so I choose not to blame.

Feelings are like waiting platforms, where someone walks and someone comes.

My heart is a stop sign that says wait.

I turned on the radio and listened to other people's failures.

The sound of gnawing seems to tell the same sorrow.

Your dependence is still in your mind.

I can't push it away easily, I can't just walk away.

People who are attentive in their feelings are easily hurt.

Zhang Zhenyu about love.

When do you walk away.

Forgot to come back.

Time always flies too fast.

There's no time to wait.

I locked myself on the balcony.

Quietly in a daze. Savor the love that belongs to you and me.

How could it be bad.

I went to see the sea with you yesterday.

Say you're so cute.

Now facing the empty balcony.

Eyes closed.

Who is arranging all this.

will overload love.

I don't think anyone will understand.

Who gives and who hurts.

Love There is no more love for you.

Come and give you back my love.

Come back really shouldn't be.

Love is about whether love is still there or not.

I went to see the sea with you yesterday.

Say you're so cute.

Now facing the empty balcony.

Eyes closed.

Who is arranging all this.

will overload love.

I don't think anyone will understand.

Who gives and who hurts.

Love There is no more love for you.

Come and give you back my love.

Come back really shouldn't be.

Love is about whether love is still there or not.