Jian Xia (Modified Version)

We often miss those years passing through our fingertips Either strong or light, with an ending, unfinished thoughts, and nostalgia... Actually, I found People are always reluctant to let go of something special that has no future -------------------------------------------------- Song: West Lake Impression Rain Green trees and white flowers smell the fragrance on the windowsill I saw the light in the gaps between the trees again I don't know, those forgotten pasts Has the lake in your heart ever wavered? Who is it? Who woke me up from my dream Do you still remember those soft times? Floating gently in the summer night Do you remember the wind here? Kissed face with light traces of tears Do you remember? I had a youthful past Jasmine is blooming and acacia is fragrant. Do you still remember the sky full of stars at that time? Sleepless nights tell the sadness I seem to hear the wind blowing the bells again After the ringtone, you are gone ------------------- Have you seen the green trees and white flowers? The sun slants slightly and shines on my heart The background music was sung by me myself for Jian Xia, and I also attached the lyrics. Address: http://yc.5Sing. Com/243341. Html Jian Xia Song: Who touched my strings Green trees and white flowers outside the windowsill light fragrance The sun slants slightly through the trees Falling mottled shadows The wind was like this that year Lazy and caressing people's faces There are no words to say goodbye It's the fear of heartbreak You were once so passionate Every look is affectionate in time Every memory is soft I was once so gentle Every word is soft Who is it again? Wake me up from my dream Another year of sunshine Mottled into light and shadow The trees were full of fragrance that day Mistaken body becomes the past A wave of strangers around the corner Eye brow edge vaguely resembling appearance But it's hard to recognize each other You were once so passionate Every look is affectionate in time Every memory is soft I was once so gentle Every word is soft suddenly Awakened from a dream in the middle of the night Who is looking back in memory Crying and laughing are not like before summer night Jasmine is still slightly fragrant Who treasures all the memories Let the years slowly fade away Looking back dimmed old times