• My sorrow I worry



    Gently injected into your eyes
    My joy my pain
    Pour into your hands wine
    You hope your dreams
    Slowly leaned my arms
    You lost your bitter
    Cup by cup King me
    Life as vintage wine
    Sometimes thick and sometimes thin
    The amorous years every moment.
    Do not make me a drunk
    Do not make me a man walking
    Lonely road you Xiangpei.
    Woke Still Have a Dream
    Do not make me a drunk
    Do not let my people waiting
    The long midnight on you hand in hand
    Tomorrow's love but also for a long time



    Love each other 2012-10-17