If you go back to the past
"If you go back to the past", also known as "return to the past", is a song written by Chen Yuzhen (baby), composed by Hong Ailun, and sung by Zhang Haze. It is included in the album "I Really Didn't Mean It", which was released in 1987. Among.
If you go back to the past, everything repeats itself
Will I understand the point of life
Not afraid of setbacks, no emptiness to complain
Let me see further
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Do you care about never forever
I'll say goodbye shortly after being in love
Give me some space
If I go back to the past, I still fall in love with you
Do you care about never forever
I'll say goodbye shortly after being in love
Give me some space
I no longer promise lightly
No longer change yourself for whom
Love frustration is inevitable after life trials
I still look forward to tomorrow
If I go back to the past, I still fall in love with you
Do you care about never forever
I'll say goodbye shortly after being in love
Give me some space
I no longer promise lightly
No longer change yourself for whom
Love measures are inevitable after life trials
I still look forward to tomorrow
If you go back to the past, everything repeats itself
Will I understand the point of life
Don't be afraid of taking measures, no emptiness and complaining
Let me see further
If I go back to the past, I still fall in love with you
Do you care about never forever
I'll say goodbye shortly after being in love
Give me some space
Illness is a disease. At least it is morbid, imposing what I imagined on myself, intermittent pressure, increasing troubles, it is the endless chasing and fighting between myself and myself. At the most idiotic time, there is no way before and there are chasing soldiers, and there is no way into heaven. There is no way. In love, we are all ordinary people, who live for decades and spend a lot of time into golden and silver weddings. There may not be much affection. How much of love can turn into butterflies. Most of the time, we are the flies, and we are also in pairs. , Buzzing, a lifetime, soon ended.