The evening breeze is no longer gentle, and the voice becomes hoarse. What song is it?

The evening breeze is no longer gentle, and the voice becomes hoarse, which is foam.

Bubble is a song written by Lin Jianing and sung by Xia Wanan, which was released on August 24th, 2022. Love is like a beautiful bubble. It turns into a bubble when you touch it lightly. If you don't want your love to go up in smoke, learn to cherish each other and you will have a happy love.

Lyrics:

The rain is ticking.

Wet my hair.

Tears are hidden.

Slowly descending.

The wish I made at the beginning.

Now look back.

This is just a joke.

One photo after another.

Can't spell fairy tales.

I'm still trapped in memories.

Be a fool.

No matter how beautiful a lie is, it will be exposed.

Reality is still an empty shell.

How terrible.

You and her are outside the window.

Whispering sweet nothings.

The evening breeze is no longer gentle.

The voice also became hoarse.

In an empty corner.

There is a withered flower.

Convince yourself to let go.

All my worries about you.

I'm really sorry.

Deep feelings turn into bubbles.

Someone is singing in the street.

I am happier after I left.

Loneliness is dark black.

I saw fireworks.

Fall after dissipation.

The rain is ticking.

Wet my hair.

Tears are hidden.

Slowly descending.

The wish I made at the beginning.

Now look back.

This is just a joke.

One photo after another.

Can't spell fairy tales.

I'm still trapped in memories.

Be a fool.

No matter how beautiful a lie is, it will be exposed.

Reality is still an empty shell.

How terrible.

You and her are outside the window.

Whispering sweet nothings.

The evening breeze is no longer gentle.

The voice also became hoarse.

In an empty corner.

There is a withered flower.

Convince yourself to let go.

All my worries about you.

I'm really sorry.

Deep feelings turn into bubbles.

Someone is singing in the street.

I am happier after I left.

Loneliness is dark black.

I saw fireworks.

Fall after dissipation.

You and her are outside the window.

Whispering sweet nothings.

The evening breeze is no longer gentle.

The voice also became hoarse.

In an empty corner.

There is a withered flower.

Convince yourself to let go.

All my worries about you.

I'm really sorry.

Deep feelings turn into bubbles.

Someone is singing in the street.

I am happier after I left.

Loneliness is dark black.

I saw fireworks.

Fall after dissipation.