My 1997 TV songs

20 17 At 20: 04 on June 22nd, the first TV series "My 1997" dedicated to the 20th anniversary of Hong Kong's return finally landed on CCTV- 1 integrated channel. This sincere work, once broadcast, attracted the attention of the audience and won a good reputation.

AD 1997- Star

A hundred years ago, I watched you leave.

I expect you to come back to me in a hundred years.

Things have changed, and my thoughts of you can't be erased.

Call you again and again, my 1997.

A hundred years ago, I watched you leave.

I expect you to come back to me in a hundred years.

Things have changed, and my thoughts of you can't be erased.

Call you again and again, my 1997.

1997 I walked into you quietly.

Let this eternal time be with us.

Let the air and sunshine be filled with true love.

1997 I call you kindly.

Let the whole world jump for you.

Let this expensive name live in my heart forever.

A hundred years ago, I watched you leave.

I expect you to come back to me in a hundred years.

Things have changed, and my thoughts of you can't be erased.

Calling you and me again and again' 1997'

1997 I walked into you quietly.

Let this eternal time be with us.

Let the air and sunshine be filled with true love.

1997 I call you kindly.

Let the whole world jump for you.

Let this expensive name live in my heart forever.

It was a long night.

Experienced a painful parting.

How many dreams have hugged you

You and my heart will never be separated.

1997 I walked into you quietly.

Let this eternal time be with us.

Let the air and sunshine be filled with true love.

1997 I call you kindly.

Let the whole world jump for you.

Let this expensive name live in my heart forever.

1997 I walked into you quietly.

Let this eternal time be with us.

Let the air and sunshine be filled with true love.

1997 I call you kindly.

Let the whole world jump for you.

Let this expensive name live in my heart forever.

Stay in your heart forever

1997 1997 1997

The light of Xiangjiang river

Wang Xinyue

My thoughts are pinned on the meniscus.

Take me home with the stars.

My thoughts are pinned on the breeze.

Your care is sweet in dreams.

Xiangjiang lights illuminate the way home.

The floating white clouds are returning passenger ships.

A heavy bag

Full of bauhinia petals

Sweet phone call

In the mind of the wanderer

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