Face without makeup
Lyrics: Xu Song, music: Xu Song
Vocals: Xu Song & He Manting
Is a quiet night
One nest in a rocking chair in the shade
I admit it's really very serene
And downstairs grandpa
I heard that you are still what the original
Do also seems to like this
It is better to spend time thinking about
What appearance
Tonight the beautiful makeup
(I believe is very beautiful outfit)
I shake in Dance Central
(imagine the kind of body)
I do I change why entangled
It would please don't meet me
If see you again if there will be a feeling
When the makeup to pure have more pure
Don't draw as eyeliner brush evenly cooked without liquid foundation
Rainstorm days as shopping laughing others spent face
If see you again if there will be a feeling
The most true to the passions are all buried in yesterday
Without adding any act with vigour and vitality that a few years
I miss Bie Huainian miss can not return to the past
Once on the instantaneous is an illusion
Those who passed will never come back
Without adding any act with vigour and vitality that a few years
There is a feeling of regret why feel
That the plain Yan disappear
Lyrics: Xu Song, music: Xu Song
Vocals: Xu Song & He Manting
Is a quiet night
One nest in a rocking chair in the shade
I admit it's really very serene
And downstairs grandpa
I heard that you are still what the original
Do also seems to like this
It is better to spend time thinking about
What appearance
Tonight the beautiful makeup
(I believe is very beautiful outfit)
I shake in Dance Central
(imagine the kind of body)
I do I change why entangled
It would please don't meet me
If see you again if there will be a feeling
When the makeup to pure have more pure
Don't draw as eyeliner brush evenly cooked without liquid foundation
Rainstorm days as shopping laughing others spent face
If see you again if there will be a feeling
The most true to the passions are all buried in yesterday
Without adding any act with vigour and vitality that a few years
I miss Bie Huainian miss can not return to the past
Once on the instantaneous is an illusion
Those who passed will never come back
Without adding any act with vigour and vitality that a few years
There is a feeling of regret why feel
That the plain Yan disappear