The furthest you is my nearest love
"The furthest you are my nearest love" is a song composed by Shen Ling, composed by Shi Junpeng, arranged by Zhao Xin, and sung by Che Jiling. It was included in the album "I Thought You Are the One Who shed Tear" released by Che Jiling on December 1, 1989.
Night is silent
To whom to tell
Refuse to look back
All love is missed
Don't laugh at me cowardly
I still can't guess
The scenery of life is wandering
I look back whenever I'm alone
Your love is always waiting for me not far away
The years are flying
I am deeply locked in joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Just because you are waiting for me at the end of the world
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Why life is weak
After the storm
It doesn't matter to own
meet by chance
But you gave me so much
You block the cold winter
Keep warmth for me
Loneliness
Withered in your arms
The scenery of life is wandering
I look back whenever I'm alone
Your love is always waiting for me not far away
The years are flying
I am deeply locked in joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Just because you are waiting for me at the end of the world
After the storm
It doesn't matter to own
meet by chance
But you gave me so much
You block the cold winter
Keep warmth for me
Loneliness
Withered in your arms
The scenery of life is wandering
I look back whenever I'm alone
Your love is always waiting for me not far away
The years are flying
I am deeply locked in joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Just because you are waiting for me at the end of the world
The scenery of life is wandering
I look back whenever I'm alone
Your love is always waiting for me not far away
The years are flying
I am deeply locked in joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Just because you are waiting for me at the end of the world
The scenery of life is wandering
I look back whenever I'm alone
Your love is always waiting for me not far away
I can’t let it go, I’m bothered, I like it brightly, like a small bug, squirming in my heart, how good I like it, like the spring tide is rising, it keeps going up. Like longer, longer, more suitable for a person to linger in secret, not publicity, not confrontation, just silently on the side, it is not thorough enough and not enjoyable, but if you compete with time, it must be a boneless palm, which is thousands of miles away. , Only like, only like can go on mightily.