It's the same way
Or the flowers
Or is that rhubarb wagging his head and tail to talk
It's the same wall
It's the same tile
Or the wooden lattice window and the bamboo fence in front of the door
I want to grow up in my hometown
I want to play with the mud I fell when I was a child
Go back home and give your heart a holiday
Get rid of worries and go home happily
It's the same way
The flowers or the flowers
Or is that rhubarb wagging his head and tail to talk
It's the same wall
It's the same tile
Or the wooden lattice window and the bamboo fence in front of the door
I want to grow up in my hometown
I want to play with the mud I fell when I was a child
Go back home and give your heart a holiday
Get rid of worries and go home happily
I want to grow up in my hometown
I want to play with the mud I fell when I was a child
Go back home and give your heart a holiday
Get rid of worries and go home happily
It's the same pot
Or that bowl of tea
Still that sound how are you? Tears in your eyes
It's the same wine
Or the bowl of rice cake
Or that table of home dishes and home talk
Mom and Dad, I miss you
(used by Zhao Lei)
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