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Chapter 584 No matter how beautiful the memory is, it was only once...

She lies on the bed, looking very comfortable, but she sang in her heart very lonely:

"Walking through a lonely street corner,

Looking forward to a familiar smile,

An old love song made my eyes wet

What will happen to me if I keep loving.”

Just listen to her, she opened her red lips, her hairy teeth, and sang a few words.

But she felt that she was singing really well by herself, so she continued to sing:

If you can't forget it completely,

Is time really healing?

Faced with this accumulated madness,

Is it a sin to whom I entrust it to?"

The singing was very beautiful, like melodious camphor tree leaves with tiny dewdrops in the early morning.

Her sad voice:

“No matter how beautiful the memories are, they are just the past.

Guarding is our agreement,

The wind blows our songs gently,

Who is singing to coax you to sleep?

You are the tears that cannot be erased in my eyes~

Why do I remember regret at the end?

The back of calling your name is getting farther away~

You walk into the sky of your dreams.”

It was as beautiful as the song of a lark, but this song was heard by Jingsan who was passing by!

She stood intoxicatedly in a corner of the door, and Feng Lixue was singing forgot about her love at this time, and she didn't care what she was standing at the door and eavesdropping on.

However, Jingsan did not forget to enable the synchronization function of all the osmanthus essences. Just as she heard it, it would be equivalent to other osmanthus essence sisters who could hear it.

...

Feng Lixue's voice is naturally good, with the lingering sounds lingering, as endless as a thread, and the lingering sound has not yet ended for three days. She also sang comfortably, so she continued to sing: "Never go back~"

“My love is like the wind and sand ~

Flying into my eyes, tears ~

Must rub it until dark~

Dreaming back in the night of a foreign land ~

My love is like ash in the sand~

Burying the sadness of tears falling~

My heart is broken even though I can't help but I'm not sure.

One inch of lovesickness and one inch of fragrance~”

Her song that seemed very desolate at the end.

Like crying and complaining

It seemed like crying, and the sad tears in the song were like rain. After several lines of tears, tears fell one after another, plucking the strings of Jing San who was eavesdropping and the meticulous strings of other osmanthus flowers.

It's very sad, and it's like a voice telling, sad.

But at this time, Jingsan thought that Feng Lixue had finished singing, so she wanted to ask Feng Lixue if she wanted to have a meal if she was hungry.

But when she was about to ask Feng Lixue, she was filled with sad voices and sang in bed without interruption:

"If you can't forget it completely~

Is time really healing?

Faced with this accumulated madness~

Is it a crime to whom I entrust it to?”

She remembered the little things she had with Ling Gu’s scenes, which were so rare and so impressive!

“No matter how beautiful the memories are, they are just once…

Guarding is our agreement~

The wind blows gently, our song

Who is singing to coax you to sleep..."

She really feels that they will never come back again... And in the future, the person who uses some ghost stories to coax him to sleep in the play will never be her...

"You are the tears that cannot be erased in my eyes...

Why did I remember to regret it in the end...

Call your name, the back of the gradually distant...

You walk into the sky of your dreams and never return..."

Suddenly I sing here, as if the voice was regretful!

Very regretful!

“My love is like wind and sand…

Flying into his eyes, tears rolled into his eyes...

And gently rub it until dark...

Dreaming back at night in a foreign land...

My love is like ash in the sand...

Burying the sadness of tears falling...

My heart breaks even though I can't help but lose my heart...

One inch of lovesickness and one inch of fragrance…”

Feng Lixue's voice has a silver bell-like crispness, and at the same time it seems to contain a sad feeling of "sand, sand".
Chapter completed!
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