Homesick night, it echoes with me in this way.
I know the afternoon breeze will sing.
Childhood cicada, it always follows the trend of mutual echo.
When I hold cosmetics in my hand, my mood becomes barren.
Only to find that everything in the world will change.
Once youth leaves, Wu Si will turn white hair.
The only constant is the song that sings back and forth in my heart.
The stars in the sky don't talk, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers.
Eyes are blinking in the sky, mother's heart is blinking, and Lou is coming.
The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, and my mother's heart is in the end of the world.
Every night, I think of my mother's words, and my eyes are shining with tears and light.
Short and glittering tears Lu
The stars in the sky don't talk, and the dolls on the ground miss their mothers.
Eyes are blinking in the sky, mother's heart is blinking, and Lou is coming.
The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, and my mother's heart is in the end of the world.
Every night, I think of my mother's words, and my eyes are shining with tears and light.
Every night, I think of my mother's words, and my eyes are shining with tears and light.
Mother's heart is short, Lu
Short and shining tears, Lu