If Heaven Has Compassion
fēng yáng qǐ shí fánhuā luò jǐn
shuí zhíbǐ wèi nǐ huì dānqīng
yuè xià dú yǐng lèi shī qīngyī
liúshuǐ bú fù yīshì shēnqíng
zhīshēn huí wàng tài cōngcōng
cǐshēng duōshǎo qíng yǔ chóu zhǐ yuàn yǔ nǐ zhǎng xiàng shǒu
wúbiān sī yǔ xì rú chóu
cháo lái hán yǔ jǐ huímóu nǐ zài nǎ yīfāng tíngliú
tiān ruò yǒuqíng yì wúqíng
ài dào zuìhòu yào fēnlí
nǐ lúnhuí de yìnjì
luò zài wǒ méiyǔ
zhídào yǒu yītiān bùnéng hūxī
yuè xià dú yǐng lèi shī qīngyī
liúshuǐ bú fù yīshì shēnqíng
zhīshēn huí wàng tài cōngcōng
cǐshēng duōshǎo qíng yǔ chóu zhǐ yuàn yǔ nǐ zhǎng xiàng shǒu
wúbiān sī yǔ xì rú chóu
cháo lái hán yǔ jǐ huímóu nǐ zài nǎ yīfāng tíngliú
tiān ruò yǒuqíng yì wúqíng
ài dào zuìhòu yào fēnlí
nǐ lúnhuí de yìnjì
luò zài wǒ méiyǔ
zhídào yǒu yītiān bùnéng hūxī
tiān ruò yǒuqíng yì wúqíng
wànzhàng hóngchén wǒ děng nǐ
yòng nǐ de qiānguà
rǎn jǐn wǒ bái fà
zhǐchǐtiānyá nǐ zhōng wèi yuǎnlí
tiān ruò yǒuqíng yì wú qíng
ài dào zuìhòu yào fēnlí
nǐ lúnhuí de yìnjì
luò zài wǒ méiyǔ
zhídào yǒu yītiān bùnéng hūxī
tiān ruò yǒuqíng yì wú qíng
wànzhàng hóngchén wǒ děng nǐ
yòng nǐ de qiānguà rǎn jǐn wǒ bái fà
zhǐchǐtiānyá nǐ zhōng wèi yuǎnlí
If Heaven Has Compassion
The wind rises, the flowers fall, who can compare to you, will be pure
Under the moon, the shadow of loneliness, tears lose their color
Flowing water does not cover the deep feelings
Self-examination, looking back, too confused
How many emotions and sorrows, just wish to grow old with you
Endless thoughts and thoughts, like a knot
The tide comes and goes, where do you stop
If heaven has compassion, there is no feeling
Love to the end must separate
Your regretful memory
Falls in my silence
Knowing that one day cannot breathe
Under the moon, the shadow of loneliness, tears lose their color
Flowing water does not cover the deep feelings
Self-examination, looking back, too confused
How many emotions and sorrows, just wish to grow old with you
Endless thoughts and thoughts, like a knot
The tide comes and goes, where do you stop
If heaven has compassion, there is no feeling
Love to the end must separate
Your regretful memory
Falls in my silence
Knowing that one day cannot breathe
If heaven has compassion, there is no feeling
Thousands of red dust, I wait for you
Using your strength
Dye my white hair
Only to stand in the middle of the sky, far away from you
If heaven has compassion, there is no feeling
Love to the end must separate
Your regretful memory
Falls in my silence
Knowing that one day cannot breathe
If heaven has compassion, there is no feeling
Thousands of red dust, I wait for you
Using your strength, dye my white hair
Only to stand in the middle of the sky, far away from you