Love is too full and too late - Ji Yanlin Lyrics: Zhou Canen Composer: Su Ermo Arranger: Li Dekui Mixing: Lu Xiaowu Supervisor: Mengyao Producer: Wang Tingting Production company: Qiyun Culture "No commercial cover without permission" The street lights are waiting for the snow to melt before the mistake And I am waiting for you to remember me, even if it's just once Too many cracks can easily make the story stagnate The closer we get, the easier it is to push each other away But I can only tell those thoughts to the wind Those nights to dawn, the most silent each other The calendar tears off today and time becomes waste paper Love is too full Still came too late She is the cinnabar mole on your chest that hurts when touched It is also the name you dare not mention after three rounds of drinking And I am the white rice stain stuck to the corner of your clothes You are the shadow that said make do with it with a smile She is the poem you have been writing for half a lifetime but have not yet finished It is also the pity that you sigh over and over again I am the extra event in your ordinary life Instead of you saying it is just so Too many cracks can easily make the story stagnate The closer we are, the easier it is to push each other away But I can only tell those thoughts to the wind Those nights to dawn, the most silent each other The calendar tears off today and time becomes waste paper It is because I love too much Still came too late She is the cinnabar mole on your chest that hurts when touched It is also the name you dare not mention after three rounds of drinking And I am the white rice stain stuck to the corner of your clothes You are the shadow who smiled and said to make do with it She is the poem you have written for half a lifetime but have not yet completed It is also the pity you sighed over and over again at that time I am the unexpected incident in your ordinary life Instead of you saying it is just so She is the cinnabar mole on your chest that hurts when touched It is also the name you dare not mention after three rounds of drinking And I am the white rice stain stuck to the corner of your clothes You are the shadow who smiled and said to make do with it She is the poem you have written for half a lifetime but have not yet completed It is also the pity you sighed over and over again at that time I am the unexpected incident in your ordinary life Instead of you saying it is just so
