How many times to give a chance, or ambiguous just a response; the slanting sun shines in the west, the clouds boil and rain stain, how many times they pass by and keep each other, but they can't be exchanged for the echo of the swing, shooting stars, whether the dream wakes up, it doesn't matter, or just duplicity. "Who Do You Really Love", a well-known song from singer Liu Jialiang, now sounds like yesterday, put down the shadow but can't find you, follow the shadow but can't see you, who do you really love?
This sad emotional song, with its extremely shocking melody and the singer's heartfelt interpretation, instantly brings the listener into the memory. Once, I also chased the waves, the sunshine and her, and I used to be reasonable for three, six, nine, or even ten! But after waking up drunk, she found that she was getting farther and farther away, and the fading face and the fading sound were gradually disappearing in her life, and the distance could not produce beauty, but only the sadness of the memory was left. "Who Do You Really Love" sings the helplessness and emotional inability, and also sings the sincerity of paying and the heart and lungs when trapped by love!
A game a dream, a wisp of breeze and a wisp of fate, can meet is the fate, can know each other is the fate, and can not go down is not also the fate, there is no fate, there is no fate, always say so sad and indifferent; gushing rivers, drawing tears, in the vicissitudes of youth, they are in the corner of each story, can not bear to wipe away, but left how much picture, this is the sky of fate, but gradually into the night starry sky, "Who do you really love", is there an answer, if it becomes the past, then the answer is still needed? If there is a future, will the answer not be so cold? But the answer never appears, like a meteor that never appears, when will it come?
Although it is not the fault of Qianqiu, but I do not see the return of the swing, the difficult thing is that I have not regretted it, and what is wrong is that I am obsessed with the deep trap, but this is all the clouds of the past, but it is yesterday's white hair should be chaoyang, never complained, only occasionally remembered, but also want to ask you: Who do you really love?
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