Boring to swipe the screen crazily on the home page
Turn around ten times and count the stars on your head
Holding a guitar and playing 123
Self entertainment is also a kind of disease
Look up, there are many eyes in the sky tonight
It's very quiet on the windowsill
A little regret, less personal love
And milk pudding
The first taste will feel ice
The second bite in the mouth, more and more sweet
Slowly melt in the heart
I'll miss it later
Bring me the experience of first love
When I first met you, I was curious
The second time you were in the same place
It's not too close, it's not too far, the wind is blowing on my face
It's sweet with pudding
Boring to swipe the screen crazily on the home page
Turn around ten times and count the stars on your head
Holding a guitar and playing 123
Self entertainment is also a kind of disease
Look up, there are many eyes in the sky tonight
So lying on the windowsill, it's very quiet
A little regret, less personal love
And milk pudding
The first taste will feel ice
The second bite in the mouth, more and more sweet
Slowly melt in the heart
I'll miss it later
Bring me the experience of first love
When I first met you, I was curious
The second time you were in the same place
It's not too close, it's not too far, the wind is blowing on my face
Sweet with pudding
The first taste will feel ice
The second bite in the mouth, more and more sweet
Slowly melt in the heart
I'll miss it later
Bring me the experience of first love
When I first met you, I was curious
The second time you were in the same place
It's not too close, it's not too far, the wind is blowing on my face
It's sweet with pudding
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