The Phoenix flies south, and the clouds follow
Listen to the beauty of heaven
Dream around
I am intoxicated with the scenery
Want the blue sky to be my back
White clouds are the stamens scattered under my feet
See the evening wind blowing
The world has been around, do not pay attention to
Youth does not know the taste of nostalgia
The farther away from home, the more precious the feeling word is
A familiar voice came to my ear
Stay with me one after another
The Phoenix flies south, and the clouds follow
Listen to the beauty of heaven
Dream around
I am intoxicated with the scenery
Ah Ah
Want the blue sky to be my back
White clouds are the stamens scattered under my feet
See the evening wind blowing
The world has been around, do not pay attention to
Youth does not know the taste of nostalgia
The farther away from home, the more precious the feeling word is
A familiar voice came to my ear
Stay with me one after another
The Phoenix flies south, and the clouds follow
Listen to the beauty of heaven
Dream around
I am intoxicated with the scenery
The Phoenix flies south, and the clouds follow
Listen to the beauty of heaven
Dream around
I am intoxicated with the scenery
The Phoenix flies south, and the clouds follow
Listen to the beauty of heaven
Dream around
I am intoxicated with the scenery
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