Lyrics of many, many by Lin Zixiang

Gifts are still a lot of happiness who sell me

A lot of true love never comes to fruition

There are still many programs, but they are willing to stay in bed

Disney is also good. You can call me stupid

Smiling face is still a lot of happiness, who really has

Never talk too much, sing que song when you feel hurt

I regret that there is not much fire on the wall

No matter how the reality tortures me, let me be a success

You don't need to starve to live

Play the long play every night

No natural disaster or disaster

Only boring topics are not enough

Nonsense is still a lot of sleep at night

It's good to be big, but I'd rather be me

Gifts are still a lot of happiness who sell me

A lot of true love never comes to fruition

There are still many programs, but they are willing to stay in bed

I've been through the big time, but I'm still myself

No natural disaster or disaster

Only boring topics are not enough

There are still many programs, but they are willing to stay in bed

I've been through the big time, but I'm still myself

I've been through the big time, but I'm still myself