Who has the lyrics of Ginkgo biloba and Wind?

Original song: Mykontanai

Lyrics: pear

Cover: Confused

Sound repair: cold salad

Late stage: bear

Poster: Yaqing

You are ginkgo on the roof,

It's a breeze blowing on the shore,

I chose the softest words,

Depict teenagers.

So the story of you and me,

First of all, before we met.

Just wait for the rainy season to pass these years.

Go back to the day when we met.

The bright and mottle light in that corridor,

How many quiet little leisurely flows.

Occasionally, a wisp of wind blows through black and white keys,

Inexplicable pursuit, the melody jumps at the fingertips.

It was many years before I realized that the plot was long.

The so-called coincidence reunion has a long history.

It's just that I forgot that day and looked up. Is it a little late?

I miss the moment when I met your eyes.

You are ginkgo on the roof,

It's a breeze blowing on the shore,

I chose the softest words,

Depict teenagers.

An unopened letter,

Is it full of regrets,

Or you are too lonely to see each other again,

It takes several turns.

Then stroll to that most familiar campus,

It is also the autumn when ginkgo leaves fall all over the ground.

When this joke is finished, before you leave,

I stayed under the tree for a long time, looking forward to parting words.

Should I say it? I'm sorry I'm late,

Or I should stand on tiptoe and kiss your eyebrows.

Pick up the lost happiness and put it at hand.

Looking back on many years,

The vast world, this time I am with you.

You are ginkgo on the roof,

It's a breeze blowing on the shore,

I experienced several ups and downs in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Want to hold it.

It is also a snow in deep winter.

It's a cicada outside the summer window.

It's the wind crossing the border, blowing up the white shirts of bicycles on the tree-lined road.

Are inevitable.

The sunset boulevard you once walked alone,

No one left the light waiting for him to sleep deeper,

The next second, this side will be empty,

I will fill in the blanks with my imagination.

Finally clenched hand, heavy and warm.

You are ginkgo on the roof,

This is a breeze blowing on the shore.

It's afternoon, but a nap is a deep sleep.

It's an umbrella when it rains.

From then on, I met a gust of wind.

You can laugh and feel relieved.

Feel the attachment in the wind, the wind rises,

"I miss Tian Lei so much."