Lyrics of Chen Qianqian's pianist(chen qian qian gang qin ke ge ci )

My red lace skirt

And the brush is between your fingers

Oath written

He opened the letter to me through his face

Touch the blue embroidered curtain

Block my view of you

But at a glance, I was waiting for my face

All stay in yesterday

Waiting for memory to be attached by you

The hand playing the piano comforts my crying

As if lilac in my heart of the poem

It's amazing

Waiting for the memory to be touched by you

These hands are too much like Paris in my eyes

Wait for me to turn around

For centuries

My red lace skirt

And the brush is between your fingers

Oath written

He opened the letter to me through his face

Touch the blue embroidered curtain

Block my view of you

But you can collect it at a glance

Shining with yesterday's light

Waiting for memory to be attached by you

The hand playing the piano comforts my crying

As if lilac in my heart of the poem

It's amazing

Waiting for the memory to be touched by you

These hands are too much like Paris in my eyes

Wait for me to turn around

For centuries

The vassal ring is waiting for you

The hand playing the piano comforts my crying

As if lilac in my heart of the poem

It's amazing

Waiting for the memory to be touched by you

The hands look too much like Paris

Wait for me to turn around

For centuries

Chinese PinYin : Chen Qian Qian Gang Qin Ke Ge Ci