Good springtime

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Wu Tong

Good springtime is not as good as a dream

The smell of green grass in a dream

You carry your dreams with you

Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water

There is also a gentle breeze blowing the setting sun

A thousand years of flowers Open

Good times every day

The world is in a hurry

Hell and paradise with small winds and big waves

And your brilliant face

A moment of happiness will last forever

Go forward happily and never look back

This flower will bloom and fall in all shapes for a thousand years

I am still myself

It is not the wings made up by the gods themselves

Swaying

Fly across the four oceans

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Good spring is not as good as a dream

The smell of green grass in dreams

You carry your dreams with you

Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters

There is also a gentle breeze blowing the setting sun

The ending song is

The singer is not sure

Beauty is the first sight

Light up the flame of love

Burning on the edge of the vast East China Sea

Flying with the wind

Curling eyelashes in hope

Bright eyes I can't catch the brilliance

Your lingering fingertips

Love is because of you

Beauty restored

I know there are a thousand This possibility

is to fall in love with you

Open your eyes

Close your eyes

A fate that is hard to give up

God-given

Earth-given

Never change

Wanted to see through

Finally came to me

My chest is stained with tears

No matter how hard it is to stop it

This feeling will dry up until it turns to stone

I have a heart

I have tears