"It's Me Being a Lover" by Populus euphratica, yes, it's Populus euphratica who sang "Perfume Is Poisonous". The title of this song is a bit vulgar, but the song itself is unexpectedly affectionate and beautiful. This is the theme song of the TV series "No Time to Say I Love You"
I am being passionate
Lyricist: Li Zexu/Hu Yanglin
Composer: Liu Xuyang
p>Singer: Populus euphratica
Like a flower and a dream
It is our brief encounter
Lingering whispers
Rouge tears falling In the alleyway
My heart aches as I listen to the wind quietly
Memories embedded in the waning moon
Sorrowful thoughts secretly make it difficult to meet again
Intoxicated with idiotic dreams
I am no longer looking for it in this life
The sigh of the passing face
A deserted tour passed by
Only the crazy dreams in front of the flowers remain
Lonely painting of mandarin ducks looking at each other
It’s me who is passionate
The depth of love is no longer understood and people are haggard
Dissipated in the mist and rain
Like a flower and a dream
This is our brief encounter
Lingering whispers
Rouge tears falling down the alley
My heart aches when I listen to the wind quietly
Memories are embedded in the waning moon
Sorrows secretly make it difficult to meet again
Indulge in idiotic dreams
No longer looking for it in this life
The sigh of the passing face
A deserted tour passed by
Only the crazy dreams in front of the flowers remain
Lonely painting of mandarin ducks looking at each other
It’s me who is a passionate person
The deep love no longer understands people and is haggard
Dissipated in the mist
I no longer look for it in this life
The things that have passed away The face sighs
A deserted tour passes by
Only the crazy dream in front of the flowers remains
Lonely painting of mandarin ducks facing each other
I am doing it Passionate kind
The deep love no longer understands people and is haggard
Dissipates in the mist and rain
Like a flower and a dream
This is our brief encounter
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Lingering whispers
Rouge tears falling in the alleyway
Heartache listening to the faint sound of the wind
Memories embedded in the waning moon
Sad thoughts secretly lead to the difficulty of meeting again
Indulging in idiotic dreams