The song of tomorrow

High hanging in the sky, bright and bright moon, the season of recollection

The mountain top of Da Wen is winding, and the forest is red with fire

Imperceptibly, the morning sun rises and the summer night is gone

Look up, gentle light over the field

I've swept the grass behind you, dewdrops wet cloth shoes

It's like your hands are always waving gracefully

Keep moving forward, endless tender parting

Looking forward to you looking back at my face with a smile

Goldfish swimming around decorate the beautiful summer festival

The gentle breeze and the stars in the sky

Break the net in your hand and you smile and say it doesn't matter

Quietly up, slim eyes and a gentle heart

Because I still have you, always accompany you to cry, listen to you occasionally sigh in a low voice

You say that some things are unspeakable, and once they happen, they are miracles

I still care about looking at you from a distance, standing alone in my own field

Just hold my hand and you won't lose it again

Push open that door, step out the dream of the end

The light blue windmill turns the wings of the sky leisurely

Once familiar song floats far away, only I am singing

The setting sun extends to your back

If you don't have the courage

Welcome the future

I will always be with you no matter where you are

Have you ever been to any place, have you ever had any imagination

Hand in hand on the chest holding the golden sun

What is forgotten, what is sounded, is the heart of the bell in the reverberation

Just hold my hand and you won't be sad

In the dark, the glowing fireflies tremble and the glimmer falls gently

Wake up the sleeping song and sway the flowers in the wind

After years of silence, looking back at the agreed choice

Looking forward to forgetting the melody, and we are in the quiet and quiet

Where have you been

What's your imagination

It's not the same road

Just grab my hand

You won't be sad again