In the busy days of painting the earth as a prison
Are we still looking forward to a gentle tomorrow
When the moon comes into the room again
The dandelion suddenly stopped flying
The big one fell in front of the window
It was young, I looked at you sitting on the other side of the classroom
Secretly hide the little dandelion on the top of your hair
Painting in my heart
These years
I went through so many ups and downs
But no longer feel that serious ordinary
If we meet again
I want to hide the dandelion that I have been hiding for a long time
Put it back in the end of your hair
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