Chapter 730

Looking at the setting sun in the evening

I think of your face in a trance

After all, it's sad to think back

Sigh for our good times

Xu Yun gently opens her red lips, her voice is ethereal and sweet, and her voice is clear. Her voice is mixed with soft glutinous. Soft glutinous is sour with expectation. She expresses her love for Luoyan through her song.

The stars fall in the eye at night

Pick up a soft light

The light of candle flickers in the breeze

No one appreciates the solo dance

Leave the petals floating in the wind

……

I want to store the past

Make up a beautiful dream

Maybe fantasy will hurt more in the end

Why don't people share the fake happiness

You used to be my frontier

Resist all my sadness

The wind of the West

Now I'm in exile

Trapped in tears

……

Take off neon clothes, swallow tears and change make-up

Waiting for you to wear military uniform to roar the vicissitudes of life

The past can't stop flowing after all

To fly with the sword

May fly out of this sad

When the song came to the climax, Xu Yunqing cried like a cry, and 100000 people were silent. All of them were shocked by Xu Yunqing's singing.

The ship will be fed lonely when passing the airport

The frost of the field lowered the tears

Ah, who fell my sun

It's what you look like

Take all my light

The enemy can't sail far without hesitation

How can exile defeat desolation

I want to dive into the ocean of memories

Love and hate are hard to forget

Luoshui forgets the river, remembers you boundlessly

Growing in spring and autumn and winter, I hope you will be with me all the year round

Finally, in the end of Xu Yun's murmuring bass, a song ends.

There was a silence on the scene, and a few seconds later, a sudden burst of thunderous applause, such as nine days of thunder, continued for a long time.

This song is called AI Shang, which is composed by Xu Yun himself and is also called AI Shang

Words: MK Wang Yijie

Song: Xiaohuan

Arrangement: little fantasy

Singing: hours

This song love love, and every time I listen to it, I feel it is difficult to flat. I feel that the lyrics are suitable for Xu Yun's feelings of Luo's inflammation. So I quote it, and I'll push it to you. I feel bad about it. I don't feel like listening to it. I don't want to make complaints about my taste, radish and vegetables.

In addition, I haven't written a book for a long time. I forgot the previous story myself. I'm a little bit rusty. I'm trying to adjust my state, and I'll get back to the rhythm as soon as possible. I've read the comments. I remember those who say bad things about me, just soy sauce purple.