Lao Li << Real Hero >>
Lao Luo << childhood & gt；;
Ayue << the first experience of love >>
A dead rabbit
(Formerly known as>, but temporarily renamed as << Departure >> to cater to the atmosphere of the Spring Festival Evening)
Lyrics: vertical line (Emil Wakin Chau, Tayu Lo, Jonathan Lee, Zhang Zhenyue)
Singing: Vertical Line (Emil Wakin Chau, Tayu Lo, Jonathan Lee, Zhang Zhenyue)
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MP3 download:
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Listen to me. I had a dream.
Fly away with you and walk with you to the white head.
But what I have is gone.
Forget what we promised and how much we love you.
I can't take you away. I made a big mistake.
You must go alone, and you must bear all your sins.
You must leave the familiar street corner. Please don't forget me.
There is light rain in the air at night.
When I pulled the trigger, my soul had been sold to the devil.
Ironically, I really want to ask the Lord to redeem me.
Redeem a little of my dignity.
Think about mom's face. I'm sorry for all these years
Is there any chance to see you again?
Mom, I made a mistake. Will you forgive me?
I'm at the end of my rope.
As a fugitive in the eyes of others, where can I hide?
My brother is far away from me, and I still foolishly believe in morality.
Does the so-called human nature need to exchange blood and tears for lessons?
I don't want to hang out anymore.
I want to say that after this vote, I won't leave.
I can't stop crying when I think about it.
Let's leave now. Don't ask where the road is.
Going against the wind is the only way.
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is.
Fate, alas, what level?
When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt.
It blows up the wind and reshapes every face.
The night fog is so thick, empty and turbulent.
There is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze.
Hey, kid, I think I know what you mean.
what happened to you
I have appeared in different faces several times in my life.
I have no better explanation for this.
I just thought today might be the right day.
Each of us will use a comfortable posture.
Give us life in a good way.
Whether it's a confession or a defense
No matter how capable a person is, it is hard to resist the ruthlessness of fate.
It's a simple truth, but accepting it or not is another matter.
True love has not come, but has been maliciously delayed without warning.
Don't let women do stupid things.
Become a dispute between yourself and yourself.
Why should I have everything or not enough?
God, not greedy at all.
Why do you pursue your dreams so hard?
It didn't move in place in the end.
Why is Wan Li's face under the clear sky?
Frown and unhappy, who are you going to cry to?
Why do you want to see a movie?
Choose a damn typhoon every weekend.
Why are some people in this world so poor that they are crazy?
Some people are rich and use money as pillows.
Why is the story of sour nose in the news just for the sake of
A thief who steals bread to feed his mother.
Why a hundred? Why?
Into 1000, 10000, 100000. Why?
Why should I break my mind about writing birds?
What am I doing?
We don't have to care about the future.
Like a poem written by a psychopath or a fireworks festival.
Let it be. We all live only once.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe. Everything has stopped.
Truth is just an ornament in a dark room until the absurdity is proved.
Only when the eyes light up.
Its value is not decided by anyone.
Roaming or sprinting?
We are all in the sea. I feel like sand.
This may be what you call illegal?
Let's leave now. Don't ask where the road is.
Heading against the wind is the only way (is there a hiding place at the end of the road)
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is.
Fate, ah, what level (breathe at the end of the road, give me a hiding place)
When cars rumble, dreams begin to hurt (criminals will go all out)
It blows the wind and reshapes every face (is there a hiding place at the end of the road)
The night fog is so thick, so open and so rough (fugitives have to go all out to escape)
There is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze (the breath at the end of the road gives me a hiding place)
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The lyrics of the Spring Festival Evening Edition are:
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is, and I'm not afraid of the fate.
When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt, rolled up the wind and reshaped every face.
The night fog is so thick, empty and turbulent that there is a premonition that the end of the road is clear.
Let's leave now. Don't ask where the road is. Going against the wind is the only way.
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is, and I'm not afraid of the fate.
When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt, rolled up the wind and reshaped every face.
The night fog is so thick, empty and turbulent that there is a premonition that the end of the road is clear.