An Ying couldn't move, she couldn't just get off the car, it might be the end of them if they got off.
"get off!"
He didn't want to hear anything, he didn't want to hear anything, he was going to die of pain, he was really going to die of pain.
An Ying wiped away her tears and acted calmly: [
"No, I still want to sing. You don't want me anymore, why don't you allow me to sing to vent?"
She just wants to vent and sing. She can sing to listen to him and she can also sing to listen to herself.
"Okay, you go ahead and sing, and get off the car after you finish singing, okay? Baby, I'm really tired!"
Tian Junhao wiped the corners of his eyes and then slowly raised his head,
He held An Ying in his arms, not tightly, so that she could breathe enough to sing without singing.
An Ying took a deep breath, sucked in his breath greedily, and then started to tremble slightly. A very ancient lyrics:
"The red dust is purple, the underworld is blue, the past life is boundless by fate,
The fragrant grass stretches to the sky, and the veins are continuous. Who can I tell anyone about this madness in this life?
The clouds are flowing thousands of feet away and I can lie down drunk. Who is drinking alone under the moon?
Dance to figure out the shadows and lament that all the years have been wasted in an instant
Who can laugh through the floating life and turn off the lights on the tower?
Looking back, I see the flowers blooming and the smoke rising.
I have red hands, and I only praise the color. I felt lovesickness on the string and sang the song again and again.
I have a Jiaowei Qin, but the strings are broken and there is no one to play with. The ancients have gone to the high-rise buildings and who can sing with them?
The dew was like crying in the eyes, and the fireworks could not be cut. At that time, the orchid boat was leisurely going to the horizon in my eyes.
The dream soul is unrestrained, lingering even in the next life, suddenly sitting alone behind a curtain and having fun
If you look at the flowers near the water, they will wither easily. Who can understand this lingering hatred?
The clouds are flying and the mist is disappearing, the jade is broken into pieces, and I can’t see any other way out, but I can’t help but sigh.
Could it be that I was obsessed with butterflies in my dream? I met Liu Xia by chance one night outside the small building in Chunyu, and the first time we met was actually the knot of three lives.[
Thousands of mountains hate to be separated, and Qingshang Miaomiao is gone. He will continue the karma of fate in his past life and the next life (song "The Tribulation of Karma").
After singing, she tightly wrapped her small hands around Tian Junhao's waist and would not let go, even to the death.
"Hao, are you determined not to want me? Then can you agree to my request? Just hold me like this all night, and hold me for the last time all night. I only have such a small request,
May I?"
Tian Junhao hummed softly, and she started singing non-stop, whatever song came to her mind. She kept singing and crying all night long.