It's a bit late than before.
The no. 2 bus on the eighth floor,
Take away the last falling leaf.
The first snow in 2002,
Is to stay in urumqi complex.
You are like a butterfly flying here and there,
Swaying in the season of snow.
I can't forget the feeling of holding you in my arms.
Than in the heart of the heat is warmer.
Forget the north wind outside the window,
At one time the tenderness and lingering overlap.
Ethnic instruments: templar
It is your red lips that cling to my everything,
It's your thoughtfulness that makes me warm again.
It is your ten thousand affections that melt the snow,
Your sweet words change the season.
The first snow in 2002,
He came later than usual.
The no. 2 bus on the eighth floor,
Take away the last falling leaf.
The first snow in 2002,
Is to stay in urumqi complex.
You are like a butterfly flying here and there,
Swaying in the season of snow.
Ethnic instruments: templar
It is your red lips that cling to my everything,
It's your thoughtfulness that makes me warm again.
It is your ten thousand affections that melt the snow,
Your sweet words change the season.