Pace with the crowd to the next intersection
The wind is blowing, the songs of the years are blowing
I listen to the voice of childhood
Green trees and flower shadows
It's like a dream breathing in my ear
Can't catch up with the track of growing up
Sighing and sighing in Hutong
Don't doubt too much. You're in my heart
Don't say anything. Love doesn't make sense
hear
Words in the years, plots in Novels
Who makes me willing to give up for you
Who sang the song so melodious
I was moved by my carelessness
It's childish and transparent
I'm willing to protect my memory
Pace with the crowd to the next intersection
Years of wind blowing in the face
I listen to the voice of childhood
Green trees and flower shadows
It's like a dream breathing in my ear
Can't catch up with the track of growing up
The reflection of Hutong shouts and sighs
Who sings the song and follows whose breath
I was moved by my carelessness
It's childish and transparent
No one cares
Don't doubt too much. You're in my heart
Don't say anything. Love doesn't make sense
hear
Words in the years, plots in Novels
Who makes me willing to give up for you
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