Lend me a little love

"Lend me a little love" is a song sung by Tong Ange. It was written by He Qihong and composed by Sima Liang. It was released on October 6, 1989, and included in the album "The Place Where Dream Begins".

Please lend me a little love temporarily

So that I can buy some warmth from the cold

Maybe you don't have to wait until tomorrow to wake up

Don't tell me to leave easily

Axioms of justice and the future

Walking on the edge of luck and misfortune

How much friendship and speechless emotion

I have turned my blood into love

Hold my helpless hand

Make me feel a little tender

Don't tell me to leave easily

Axioms of justice and the future

Walking on the edge of luck and misfortune

How much friendship and speechless emotion

Life is written in the care of white hair

But have to face the reality of helplessness

Please lend me a little love

Forget the existence of fear

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Don't tell me to leave easily

Axioms of justice and the future

Don't tell me to leave easily

Axioms of justice and the future

Walking on the edge of luck and misfortune

How much friendship and speechless emotion

Please lend me a little love temporarily

So that I can buy some warmth from the cold

Maybe you don't have to wait until tomorrow to wake up

I have turned my blood into love

Hold my helpless hand

Make me feel a little tender

Don't tell me to leave easily

Axioms of justice and the future

Like longer, longer, more suitable for a person to secretly nostalgia, 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. Illness is a disease. At least it is morbid, imposing what I imagined on myself, intermittent pressure, increasing troubles, it is the endless chasing and fighting between myself and myself. At the most idiotic time, there is no way before and there are chasing soldiers, and there is no way into heaven. There is no way. In love, we are all ordinary people, who live for decades and spend a lot of time in golden and silver weddings. There may not be much affection. How much love can turn into butterflies? Most of the time, we are the flies, and we are also in pairs. , Buzzing, a lifetime, soon ended.