Lyrics of Meng Tingwei's right(meng ting wei you bian ge ci )

Wake up in the afternoon, the room of the season is autumn

The coolness is creeping over the curtain, and the cold noise is coming

I almost forgot him

Almost let him go

It's almost like peace of mind

The worry about melancholy on the street is too dazzling

Find a window dressing to make your face happy

Do you want to admit it

Do you want to give up

I don't want to draw a line with him

He's used to sitting on the right

I'm used to him pouring coffee for me

Happy passive acceptance of everything

Used to let him hold his right hand

Used to lean on his shoulder

Maybe it's just a rumor forever

He's used to walking on the right

If you get used to it, it's safe to follow him

Some things are still hard to understand

Used to let him hold his right hand

Habit and superstition love will never change

Love is like the smoke he lit, which is finally going out

The worry about melancholy on the street is too dazzling

Find a window dressing to make your face happy

Do you want to admit it

Do you want to give up

I don't want to draw a line with him

He's used to sitting on the right

I'm used to him pouring coffee for me

Happy passive acceptance of everything

Used to let him hold his right hand

Used to lean on his shoulder

Maybe it's just a rumor forever

He's used to walking on the right

If you get used to it, it's safe to follow him

Some things are still hard to understand

Used to let him hold his right hand

Habit and superstition love will never change

Love is like the smoke he lit, which is finally going out

Chinese PinYin : Meng Ting Wei You Bian Ge Ci