Qing Yan

A wrong choice of love. The lyrics of Sakura Tears describe their fate. Flowers are falling in the sky and cannot be pieced together to form a flower. My heart is falling in pieces in the wind until the end of the next century The early spring sunshine slowly crawled on his body It's as if I saw that face again, so pure and innocent Without her, his world would collapse ruthlessly Is she also thinking about him in another world? That year, that month, that day, under the cherry blossom tree If he never knew her, she never loved him Will this tragedy never sprout? As he thought about it, he remembered the girl's cute hairpin. He is the Cowherd and she is the Weaver Girl There will be another July 7th every year He can tell, he can cry, he can let her see his heart A kind of nowhere-placed mood flows in the extremely light air The cherry blossoms are falling, the warmth is warm, but today it is as cold as ice You know my heart