Find two songs

The song in front of me is Stop Love of Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Lyrics to stop love:

Song title: Stop loving

Singer: Rock, scissors and cloth.

Album: I'm Hailei.

Stop loving

Words/songs/singing: rocks, scissors and cloth

& ltbegin & gt

I can't see the signal Black target uses divination as an antidote.

I'm not looking for a low profile when I hear missing, screaming and letting go.

Love consciously digs traps and jumps.

Pain cries in the dark.

Oh ~ I'm bored ~ You're crazy

Can only be satisfied with this moment of hug.

Maybe it's my boring hobby to laugh all the time without worrying.

Pretending to be silent makes me want to escape in fear.

You should be unreasonable or make excuses to evade.

I regard your low-level request as asking for trouble.

You have no feelings for you. What's so wonderful about squeezing out love T?

Just tell the truth It's not a lie that you are afraid of breaking up.

I want to turn my life into a painting and stop time.

Wipe you off with an eraser called trouble.

There is no doubt that I gently opened the chat record with you.

The corners of the mouth will be slightly upturned for no reason.

Not because the words are beautiful, but because the words are ridiculous.

Those words that have nothing to say but find something to say are really ridiculous.

Come on, baby, the courage to accept reality is precious.

First, come up with an idea that makes you feel brave.

Maybe love comes too early and shouldn't fall into the trap.

This feeling makes it come and go quickly and well.

I can't see the signal Black target uses divination as an antidote.

I'm not looking for a low profile when I hear missing, screaming and letting go.

Love consciously digs traps and jumps.

Pain cries in the dark.

Oh ~ I'm bored ~ You're crazy

Can only be satisfied with this moment of hug.

Oh, my god ~ ~ it's going to start again.

Hey, yo, be patient. ...

I really want to rearrange the rings of time.

Then you are the center of the circle and I must be the outermost layer.

Wave to you and say 88

You don't have to rush to catch up.

Because my love has gone beyond the milky way.

I really want to pack you up and throw you into another space.

Then you and I will never know each other one day.

But the earth will turn, and day and night will change.

Extreme day and night only exist because of the intersection angle between yellow and red.

History will not start again because of my thoughts.

But the future can be dominated by your own hands.

I am unrealistic and eager to know the future.

So take out the tarot cards and shuffle the cards.

Pray that the answer is not bad.

Just today, I am no longer your puppet.

Just today (I won't listen to your promise again)

Just today, I took off your fake smiling face.

Let's break up and hum forever.

I can't see the signal Black target uses divination as an antidote.

I'm not looking for a low profile when I hear missing, screaming and letting go.

Love consciously digs traps and jumps.

Pain cries in the dark.

Oh ~ I'm bored ~ You're crazy

Can only be satisfied with this moment of hug.

I can't see the signal Black target uses divination as an antidote.

I'm not looking for a low profile when I hear missing, screaming and letting go.

Love consciously digs traps and jumps.

Pain cries in the dark.

Oh ~ I'm bored ~ You're crazy

Can only be satisfied with this moment of hug.

& ltend & gt

The latter song is Hannah Kim's oil painting Girl.

Oil painting girl

Zhang Bohong, Hannah Kim

Drunk, tired of vicissitudes of life

Old clothes have changed.

Farewell, the sunset wet my eyes.

I took off your red makeup that day.

I'm crazy about it

An old oil painting on the wall

Catch my eye.

Mottled frame

The photo frame is a little yellow.

Night outside Moscow

Go through that abandoned alley

In a village next to the birch forest

The girl is dressing in front of the mirror.

The moonlight shone through the glass window.

Sprinkle it by the old fireplace

Three or two pieces of bread and jam.

Lying on the dining table coldly.

The girl's lips opened slightly.

Gaze into the distance

I stood in front of the oil painting.

I think I hear her singing softly.

How many unforgettable old days

The dream dissipated in such a hurry.

When loneliness strikes, there is nowhere to hide.

Where's sweetheart?

The mailbox that has not been opened for a long time is still waiting for the distance.

How I long to kiss your face again.

I miss leaning on your shoulder.

Unfortunately, the brush can't erase the impression.

Yiren eyes

(Oil painting girl's locked heart is still waiting for the groom in her dream)

The late autumn evening breeze is a little cold.

Cut across the chest like a sword

The city is brightly lit.

The elongated figure seems to be wandering.

Abandoned square

I can't find the direction I want to go.

The past that disappeared in memory.

Play it like a silent movie.

The girl's eyes in oil painting

With indelible sadness.

Do you love people who are far apart?

Like me?

Sigh at this time

It's better to forget than to rush there.

A church with a spire in the north.

The bell is still ringing.

Dare not think, dare not think.

Unwilling to think, unwilling to think

Oil painting girl

Are you still hesitating

Can't stop, can't stop.

How to stop? How to stop

Time slipped away in a hurry.

Take away my love and sadness.

It's like a rotating motion.

The sea is destined to keep flowing.

Can't help but sing softly

Looking back on the long years.

I hope the night is not long.

The heart always finds hope.

It's just a safe harbor

Waiting for the morning light

How many unforgettable old days

The dream dissipated in such a hurry.

When loneliness strikes, there is nowhere to hide.

Where's sweetheart?

The mailbox that has not been opened for a long time is still waiting for the distance.

How I long to kiss your face again.

I miss leaning on your shoulder.

Unfortunately, the brush can't erase the impression.

Yiren eyes

(Oil painting girl's locked heart is still waiting for the groom in her dream)

Darla ... Where's the new girl?

The mailbox that has not been opened for a long time is still waiting for the distance.

Dara ... the eyes of Iraq

(Oil painting girl's locked heart is still waiting for the groom in her dream)

Night outside Moscow

Go through that abandoned alley

In a village next to the birch forest

The girl is dressing in front of the mirror.

Oil painting girl

Please don't be sad, too.

Maybe happiness is not far away.