Lyrics of "there is one me" by Zhou Ziyan

Three and a half lines of poetry are written on the blackboard. It's all imagination

Open the skylight, morning mist wrapped around the sun to take me to soar

A gentle whisper in the afternoon

When I was a child, the harbor passed by the seagulls, and my dream was ripe

One day, I went out to the right and sat in a hot air balloon

Flying over the end of the sky, the end of the sea draws a rainbow to divide the starry sky

In the dream kingdom belongs to me

Three and a half lines of poetry are written on the blackboard. It's all imagination

Open the skylight, morning mist wrapped around the sun to take me to soar

The end of summer is short, the day is bright, and the firefly is lonely

The harp singer sings his sad face and burns it like an apple

One day I went out on the right and rode a broomstick

Passing behind the moon, the sun's forehead casts a dream

I use freedom to write a legend

Parachutes in the street

Peter Pan by the windowsill

There is a secret garden in the cloud

As long as you believe, there is

The end of summer is short, the day is bright, and the firefly is lonely

The harp singer sings his sad face and burns it like an apple

One day I went out on the right and rode a broomstick

Passing behind the moon, the sun's forehead casts a dream

I use freedom to write a legend