Lyrics of three o'clock in the morning by Zhang Zhicheng(zhang zhi cheng ling chen san dian zhong ge ci )

This is the third Saturday you left

I took two mouthfuls of bread

Half a liter of beer left

I still smoke cigarettes package by package

After you moved out

I'll always be under your apartment

When you come downstairs

It's three o'clock in the morning

It's a little bit painful after drinking some wine

The lonely smoke ignites the empty night

Take it easy for a while

You forgot to collect the sheets you hung

The shirt that is not ironed is a little wrinkled

What will I do from tomorrow

Without you in the future

Those beautiful pictures are broadcasting over and over again

But after the heart broke

How to piece it together

Baby Baby

Love can be so beautiful

It's just that moment

Too much to say

All the plots are out of control

Baby Baby

Love should be so beautiful

You give too much

Now I understand

Only smoke and wine

Three o'clock in the morning

It's three o'clock in the morning

It's a little bit painful after drinking some wine

You forgot to collect the sheets you hung

The shirt that is not ironed is a little wrinkled

What will I do from tomorrow

Without you in the future

Those beautiful pictures are broadcasting over and over again

But after the heart broke

How to piece it together

Baby Baby

Love can be so beautiful

It's just that moment

Too much to say

All the plots are out of control

Baby Baby

Love should be so beautiful

You give too much

Now I understand

Only smoke and wine

Three o'clock in the morning

In the messy room

It still has your fragrance

You can't get rid of your unique smile

If the clock goes backwards

I won't let you go again

There are some things to despair to the end

To see through

Baby Baby

Love can be so beautiful

It's just that moment

Too much to say

All the plots are out of control

Baby Baby

Love should be so beautiful

You give too much

Now I understand

Only smoke and wine

Three o'clock in the morning

This is the third Saturday you left

I took two mouthfuls of bread

Half a liter of beer left

I still smoke cigarettes package by package

After you moved out

I'll always be under your apartment

Chinese PinYin : Zhang Zhi Cheng Ling Chen San Dian Zhong Ge Ci