When I was young, I swallowed it in my throat
Blackboard at the school gate, poetry and painting
Magnolia in the back garden went to photograph her after class
Love silly girl, did you write the test number
Running after the sunset by the lake of Taoranting
I remember when I was young and I was sliding down the snow mountain
The popsicles in Daoxiang village of the north gate are broken to pieces
The bald man singing the song is still humming about her
That year, the pigeons in the sky disappeared under the clouds
At that time, the rose in hand was given to her peeping
Two yuan tickets. I grew up like this
But I have always been the child of Taoranting
Running after the sunset by the lake of Taoranting
I remember when I was young and I was sliding down the snow mountain
The popsicles in Daoxiang village of the north gate are broken to pieces
The bald man who sang the song hummed to her
That year, the pigeons in the sky disappeared under the clouds
The rose in her hand was given to her then
Two yuan tickets. I grew up like this
But I have always been the child of Taoranting
But I have always been the child of Taoranting
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