Qin Ai De, Na Bu Shi Ai Qing
Angela Zhang
My Dear, That's Not Love
the bell rings, oh what a storm, ding dong, ding dong, ding ding
I hear your sweet voice
moving slowly, so tender
just to see you, I feel at ease
turning away, I leave the shadows
I like your gentle, caring heart
that warm milk tea
in my hands, I feel you
wherever you are
I always feel it in my heart
as the days spin like a carousel
in my mind, it just won't stop
those moments when you were so good to me
you said if we hold hands, it’s a promise
but my dear, that’s not love
just like a shooting star that can’t last
how can something so beautiful just be a fleeting moment?
that beautiful promise, 'cause we’re too young
but my dear, that’s not love
it’s like a spirit lost in the forest
that love is so clear yet so confusing
that warm milk tea
in my hands, I feel you
wherever you are
I always feel it in my heart
as the days spin like a carousel
in my mind, it just won't stop
those moments when you were so good to me
you said if we hold hands, it’s a promise
but my dear, that’s not love
just like a shooting star that can’t last
how can something so beautiful just be a fleeting moment?
that beautiful promise, 'cause we’re too young
but my dear, that’s not love
it’s like a spirit lost in the forest
that love is so clear yet so confusing
that beautiful promise, 'cause we’re too young
but my dear, that’s not love
it’s like a spirit lost in the forest
that love is so clear yet so confusing
