Ci: Fang Zhouzi Qu: Jay Chou
This winding smile embraces mountains and streams and sings with the wind.
I read the life before me like an idyllic poet.
Bend down in the wheat field and fish gently. The whole valley is full of bagpipers.
I am dumb, listening to legends and fairy tales.
The windmill in the distance tells from a distance.
That happiness is full of harvest in late autumn.
A corner of the old warehouse
We counted a bag of love and happiness.
The color of first love
I took your hand across the hillside where maltose was planted.
The temptation of the fragrance makes your cheeks slightly hot.
Breathe in my ear.
Remove the maltose and it will be cooked. I woke up smiling.
I'm glad to stick to your hand.
My mouth is full of candy.
Hold your hand across the hillside where maltose is planted.
I looked down and was shy in front of sweetness.
We sleepwalked happily.
I drink on the grass.
Maltose wine
When I was young.
I really want another bite.
This winding smile embraces mountains and streams and sings with the wind.
I read the life before me like an idyllic poet.
Bend down in the wheat field and fish gently. The whole valley is full of bagpipers.
I am dumb, listening to legends and fairy tales.
The windmill in the distance tells from a distance.
That happiness is full of harvest in late autumn.
A corner of the old warehouse
We counted a bag of love and happiness.
The color of first love
I took your hand across the hillside where maltose was planted.
The temptation of the fragrance makes your cheeks slightly hot.
Breathe in my ear.
Remove the maltose and it will be cooked. I woke up smiling.
I'm glad to stick to your hand.
My mouth is full of candy.
Hold your hand across the hillside where maltose is planted.
I looked down and was shy in front of sweetness.
We sleepwalked happily.
I drink on the grass.
Maltose wine
When I was young.
I really want another bite.
Hold your hand across the hillside where maltose is planted.
I looked down and was shy in front of sweetness.
We sleepwalked happily.
I drink on the grass.
Maltose wine
When I was young.
I really want another bite.