The Love Song of Flesh

17
/October 2021

"The Love Song of Flesh" is a song written by Wu Xuwen and sung by Andy Lau. It was included in the album "A Beautiful Day" released in 2002.

Too used to walking out of your door unknowingly?

Along the path of the moonlight, it’s more comfortable at night

Sing a nasty love song

Don't talk about how much love

Too explicit words

Excuse me for not being able to tell

You said you wanted to travel the world without a single step

"I will accompany you when I have time" is not a promise

Please don't ask me what I will do when I am old

Count wrinkles with you

Listen to your wordy

Isn't love spreading like this?

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Uh...I often think

Good for you bad for you

How rascal you

Oh~ you are angry, you are in a daze

All wonderful to me

Oh~ I am destined to spoil you in this life

Oh~ it makes people laugh, I'm demented

But have to be happy

I'm glad I understand

Simple one love

Oh, how crazy I am, how weird

You know best

Yeah~ I breathe, I am happy

Because you exist

Do whatever you want

I'm lucky to get your love

~music~

Count wrinkles with you

Listen to your wordy

Isn't love spreading like this?

Uh...I often think

Good for you bad for you

How rascal you

Oh~ you are angry, you are in a daze

All wonderful to me

Oh~ I am destined to spoil you in this life

Oh~ it makes people laugh, I'm demented

But have to be happy

I'm glad I understand

Simple one love

Oh, how crazy I am, how weird

You know best

Yeah~ I breathe, I am happy

Because you exist

Do whatever you want

I'm lucky to get your love

Looking back on the spring, warm flowers, you and I met, blooming in this season, a foot of water set off an endless frenzy. Thousands of organs still cannot escape your intimate care. The summer fire is just the temperature of a cup of coffee, enough to remember the light of the breeze. Qiufeng bent down, picked up a fallen leaf, and carried it to his armpit. Who told me that red is not a ruthless thing turning into spring mud to protect the flower? The sparkling beauty of the night sky will never be forgotten. Winter is gentle, whose rotating eyes make me puzzled, who says love is warm, love is always cherished.