Yu Qinglong's new song "hurt City" has become the most brainwashed and sentimental song in 2019.

2019 the bell has just rung, but the whole city is filled with sadness that cannot be blown away. "the flowers that have fallen into mud cry in the wind, who will cherish the missed florescence?" A sentence touched the heartstrings of the profound cry, a heartbreaking love and hate for a long time. At the beginning of 2019, well-known Chinese singer Yu Qinglong released his first sentimental work, "hurt City," which soon made a frenzy on various platforms and became the most brainwashed sentimental song in 2019.

Yu Qinglong was once called the most popular singer. His unique vicissitudes and melancholy voice can always reach the hearts of listeners and infect every listener. Some people say that his voice is full of stories, and every trace of sadness is his experience. Only those who have stories can export them. And the song "hurt City" is also very suitable for Qinglong's voice, and only he can pass on the injury of "hurt City" to every listener. He did not cry heartbreaking, nor heartbroken cry, but with a touch of vicissitudes of life to talk about his inner sadness. "every time I miss you, my city doesn't have you." This sentence can be said to be the most resonant in "wounded City", especially with the increasing development of network science and technology, more and more young people have experienced online and long-distance love, and this lyric sings the scars in their hearts.

if you and I had not met in the world of mortals, would there be less loneliness? At every moment when I miss you, I silently send the wild goose to the south. I hope it can bring back your message. I do not know when the glittering liquid on my cheek fell instantly, dampening the mood and falling into the bottom of my heart! Quiet eyes in the distance, fingertips carelessly pull up the strings, fingertips beating notes are only stained with sadness and parting sadness. Why the long years always sigh, why my city does not have you, this thousand years of Acacia are all because of you. Looking at the distant sky, only heard a sound full of sadness of the "wounded city".