Right now
After the rain, the soil seeped slowly
I can't figure out my field
My style is like serving
Your ears
The auditory concept of stimulation is like
Around in the guise of a judge
In fact, writing a song has both advantages and disadvantages for me
I don't like it
Maybe you'll find it interesting
What's the style of the song I want
I want to talk about what's shielding the ears
Look at its beautiful appearance
Even I'm on my way
It's not worth showing off
All the roadside lights are on
It's black in front of my eyes
Is it an illusion or too brilliant
But there was an audience
There's a lot of me
Or have someone replaced me
Instead of many
They can also write and speak
I won't listen to that much
And then it's still beautiful
It will die
Music is sometimes a bit impetuous
Do you give me freedom
A song can be sung like this
I like to play and sing
Have you ever evaluated me
He dismissed me at random
A word accidentally said
I'm still trying to digest
It doesn't matter if you judge my style at will
What is my habit? I don't think I understand it
They all sing my stuff
They will. I can't remember a word
I know what belongs to me
Someone's always around
say no
I don't think it matters
The key is to let you know
Look at its beautiful appearance
Even I'm on my way
It's not worth showing off
All the roadside lights are on
It's black in front of my eyes
Is it an illusion or too brilliant
But there was an audience
There's a lot of me
Or have someone replaced me
Instead of many
They can also write and speak
I won't listen to that much
And then it's still beautiful
It will die
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