Liang Zhu became the pure musical accompaniment of a butterfly.

Black Sunday-a so-called suicide song;

Argentina, don't cry for me-it's sad, but it has nothing to do with the death of relatives;

Liang Zhu-become a butterfly-pure music, classical Chinese style, which makes your heart break;

Greek nostalgia-pure music, very sad, one of my favorites;

Practice-Hanako's old songs are a little sad. Although there are differences between relatives traveling to the west and lovers absent, they also have something in common.

Thousand winds-Japanese songs, focusing on vomiting blood! ! ! ! Very sad, but very free and easy. This is a song written from the perspective of the deceased. I attach Chinese lyrics here. I hope you like it:

Cry at my grave, please don't cry.

I wasn't there. I didn't fall asleep.

Thousands of winds, I became thousands of breezes.

Soaring in the infinite sky

Autumn turns into sunshine and shines on the fields.

Winter turns into snow and shines like a diamond.

When the sun rises in the morning, it turns into a bird and gently wakes you up.

When night falls, it will turn into a star to gently protect you.

Cry at my grave, please don't cry.

I wasn't there. I didn't leave this world.

Thousands of winds, I became thousands of breezes.

Soaring in the infinite sky